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6,800 | 184 | 34 | 304 | 2,137 | Brayton shook his head then spoke.
"The one that you were looking for before you found me!" | Name: Brayton Daniels
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: Tall about 5'11" and slightly slim, a little narrow around the waist but broad shouldered and cheery looking, he has hair that reaches down to his neck, it's light brown with lighter blonde color towards the roots, his eyes are hazel.
Brayton likes to wear jeans and t-shirts and most of all his black Ac-Dc sweater.
Bio:(You shalt learn as we go)
Personality: Brayton loves art and likes sketching and doodling, maybe just often lounging about drawing nothing but cartoons but most of all he enjoys drawing things like detailed castles or weapons and armor.
He is cheery and kind, especially polite but he is also very arrogant and prideful because he loves his work and he doesn't like to be interrupted when he is working on something like art.
He isn't totally reclusive but often he likes to draw by himself.
Song: Forgotten Heros - Robert Slump
Style: Sketching, Fantasy, Cartoons and Sci-fi. |
6,801 | 184 | 35 | 318 | 3,274 | I have no idea, one moment I'm in my room, the next I'm here with voices piercing the fog | The world is a canvas
Jack mills
Male
Age:12
Appearance:he wears a grey t-shirt and blue shorts,he keeps his pen in his pocket as well as a small notepad, his eyes are a deep hue of indigo and he has brown hair. in the world of indus he has a strange symbol on his right hand
Personality:Jack is a kind and forgiving soul, however he will fight if he must,he tends to keep to himself and rarely speaks to others, while also being the kind of person to avenge those who have died.he is a very clever and smart person
Style:fantasy and myth:jacks art style revolves around things such as
Demons
Monsters
Magic
Mythology
Egyotianology
And more
Song:Real life(Drawn to life the next chapter ending song) |
6,802 | 184 | 36 | 304 | 2,137 | "I guess we should forget about it, now let's forge ahead maybe gather some items that we might need if we are stranded end in the forest at night so we can set up camp!"
Brayton suggested. | Name: Brayton Daniels
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: Tall about 5'11" and slightly slim, a little narrow around the waist but broad shouldered and cheery looking, he has hair that reaches down to his neck, it's light brown with lighter blonde color towards the roots, his eyes are hazel.
Brayton likes to wear jeans and t-shirts and most of all his black Ac-Dc sweater.
Bio:(You shalt learn as we go)
Personality: Brayton loves art and likes sketching and doodling, maybe just often lounging about drawing nothing but cartoons but most of all he enjoys drawing things like detailed castles or weapons and armor.
He is cheery and kind, especially polite but he is also very arrogant and prideful because he loves his work and he doesn't like to be interrupted when he is working on something like art.
He isn't totally reclusive but often he likes to draw by himself.
Song: Forgotten Heros - Robert Slump
Style: Sketching, Fantasy, Cartoons and Sci-fi. |
6,803 | 184 | 37 | 318 | 3,274 | surehe nodded
time skip to town | The world is a canvas
Jack mills
Male
Age:12
Appearance:he wears a grey t-shirt and blue shorts,he keeps his pen in his pocket as well as a small notepad, his eyes are a deep hue of indigo and he has brown hair. in the world of indus he has a strange symbol on his right hand
Personality:Jack is a kind and forgiving soul, however he will fight if he must,he tends to keep to himself and rarely speaks to others, while also being the kind of person to avenge those who have died.he is a very clever and smart person
Style:fantasy and myth:jacks art style revolves around things such as
Demons
Monsters
Magic
Mythology
Egyotianology
And more
Song:Real life(Drawn to life the next chapter ending song) |
6,804 | 184 | 38 | 2,754 | 424 | Nova were done there, we'll be leaving now said a voice in the woods, leaving with 4 others.
"that's fine, I'm going to finish up taking this pictures" yelling at the others, as they left. going around the area, i noticing a tree standing tall and straight dance in the wind, start to bend forming an archway entrance, watching the event happen and taking pictures as well, watched as it happen, not wanting to miss the chance, decided to go in for a closer movement, only to get pulled into the archway, landing in front of a town, or what looks like a town.
"what happened?" asking myself, making sure nothing was broken and taking pictures. | Name: Nova Terra
Gender: Female
Age(10-18): 16
Personality: Despite being naturally aggressive and a little cranky, Nova tries to maintain as positive as others, even if sometimes she doesn't succeed. She has a good sense of humor before losing her patience, which, indeed, is little. Nova tends to be violent when something goes wrong and, indeed, in many cases the violence is mainly her first choice to fix the problem. Nova has a good heart and, like her companions, is determined to do whatever it takes to help other people. It also appears she takes that more seriously then everyday affairs.
Song: Photograph by Ed Sheeran
Style: Photograph/Photography. Nova Never goes anywhere without her Digital Camera/Film Camera |
6,805 | 185 | 0 | 1,922 | 884 | Pairs
Wei & Jean
Marcus Doan & Matt
Melanie & Alyssa
Dallas & Tori
Emma & Marcus Dunlap
Alto & Chad
Elizabeth & Frederick
Jordan & Michelle
Scott & Anna
when you're lost, the reindeer will guide you
1. pretend to fill form yes
2. turn it in
3. whine or be happy
4. talk with other kiddos if you want
5. once everyone posts i'll move on to end of day | What is your real name?
Emmaline "Emma" Byrnes
Are you male or female?
Female
What is your age?
14
When is your birthday?
April 22
What grade are you in?
Freshmen
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
There is only one thing in this world that will make my lazy butt move. Momma's blueberry pie. M-mm-mmm! Her pie will make you cry tears of joy. Other than that, I love running so I'm so gonna join track and field this year. I'm an outdoors kind of gal - kayaking, hiking, gardening, you name it. Oh, I also love singing but I kind of suck at it...but who cares! I'll sing whenever I wanna and nuthing's gonna stop me.
How would you describe your personality?
I think I'm friendly and outgoing but my momma tells me that I'm like a tornado. You know, the whirly thingies in the mid-west. Well, she says that I "talk and eat too darn much for a little kid." Okay. One; I'm not a little kid so if I hear anyone calling me a nublet or a freshmeat, I'll beat you up. Two; I've got mad skills. I'm also pretty enthusiastic, it doesn't take much to get me revved up.
But even though momma says I'm a tornado, some-days I don't feel like being a whirling bundle of energy. I guess I get lonely. Sometimes. Nothing wrong with that!
What has your life been like so far?
Life with momma is squeaky fine. Father is gone but I don't really care about him. I was actually born in Virginia, the northern part of it with all that good education and stuff. Well, long story short, I beat up some kids. Don't look at me like that! They started it first and I definitely showed them who was boss. Anyways, some more confidential stuff happened and then momma and Father said they were done. I guess I should have been a bit more nice. Anyways, we moved to Maine when I was 13.
Maine is awesome. Have you seen the lakes? How about the mountains? Oh man. Okay, there's this really awesome spot in the forest near where I live and if you get there just before sunrise...Ahhh, It's amazing.. But I'm not taking anyone with me! Not even momma.
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
I_Am_Pi
What are your thoughts on the project?
Excited! First year in high school so I'm nervous. Just a little bit.
Anything else you'd like to add?
...You got some pie I can eat? Kinda hungry y'know, answering all these questions. |
6,806 | 185 | 1 | 1,922 | 884 | G'day mates! It's the third day of school, hooray! Aren't you all excited to be students? Learning is so fun and important. However, it has come to my attention that students do need to have time to socialize. Yay!
Anyways, the rules and regulations of the project are simple: you are to stay in contact with your partner throughout the entire year and log your conversations in a journal. At the very end of the year, your journal and a final feedback sheet will be submitted as your final grade for the entire year.
Ahem! Please pay attention to this: A student will receive a zero if he or she does not stay in contact with his or her partner or even worse -- if said student or their partner break the rule of anonymity. Students are required to use a screen name and fake alias when talking to their partner that must be used at all times. This means that you can be paired with your brother, your best friend, your girlfriend or your worst enemy without even knowing about it -- the possibilities are endless! And so are the potential romances, drama and so on.
This project is intended to be used as therapeutic use, with hopes of self-discovery and possible inspiration!
Enjoy!
Cut.
In every English class going on in Wellbridge high-school right now, students are being handed a form sheet. The English teachers happily drone on about the positive effects this project is bound to have. Some of you are probably happy, some of you are not. There's not much the students can say about it though. After all, you are just kids. The teachers remind their students that the first assignment is to be completed over the weekend: E-mail your partner over the weekend and start your journal. With that, the teachers patiently wait for the students to complete the form and turn it in so they can start pairing people up. | What is your real name?
Emmaline "Emma" Byrnes
Are you male or female?
Female
What is your age?
14
When is your birthday?
April 22
What grade are you in?
Freshmen
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
There is only one thing in this world that will make my lazy butt move. Momma's blueberry pie. M-mm-mmm! Her pie will make you cry tears of joy. Other than that, I love running so I'm so gonna join track and field this year. I'm an outdoors kind of gal - kayaking, hiking, gardening, you name it. Oh, I also love singing but I kind of suck at it...but who cares! I'll sing whenever I wanna and nuthing's gonna stop me.
How would you describe your personality?
I think I'm friendly and outgoing but my momma tells me that I'm like a tornado. You know, the whirly thingies in the mid-west. Well, she says that I "talk and eat too darn much for a little kid." Okay. One; I'm not a little kid so if I hear anyone calling me a nublet or a freshmeat, I'll beat you up. Two; I've got mad skills. I'm also pretty enthusiastic, it doesn't take much to get me revved up.
But even though momma says I'm a tornado, some-days I don't feel like being a whirling bundle of energy. I guess I get lonely. Sometimes. Nothing wrong with that!
What has your life been like so far?
Life with momma is squeaky fine. Father is gone but I don't really care about him. I was actually born in Virginia, the northern part of it with all that good education and stuff. Well, long story short, I beat up some kids. Don't look at me like that! They started it first and I definitely showed them who was boss. Anyways, some more confidential stuff happened and then momma and Father said they were done. I guess I should have been a bit more nice. Anyways, we moved to Maine when I was 13.
Maine is awesome. Have you seen the lakes? How about the mountains? Oh man. Okay, there's this really awesome spot in the forest near where I live and if you get there just before sunrise...Ahhh, It's amazing.. But I'm not taking anyone with me! Not even momma.
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
I_Am_Pi
What are your thoughts on the project?
Excited! First year in high school so I'm nervous. Just a little bit.
Anything else you'd like to add?
...You got some pie I can eat? Kinda hungry y'know, answering all these questions. |
6,807 | 185 | 2 | 424 | 174 | When the forms were passed out after the explaining of the project and the related details, Marcus just sighed a little bit, "A year long project that'd leave my partner with a zero...great." he thought. At the same time, he knew his dad did get a new job, one that didn't involve so much moving, but it was still a lingering worry. Eventually, he filled out the forms that were involved with the project and turned it in as he headed to the lunchroom, getting a pizza slice, side salad, ranch, and a few other things. Then came the real challenge, here he was a senior at the school and he had no friends to sit with. | = If you can't jam to your own life's song, you need to make a new track =
What is your real name?
Marcus Dunlap
Are you male or female?
Male
What is your age?
17
When is your birthday?
June 25th
What grade are you in?
Senior
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
Music (Listening and Composition)
Writing
Gaming
Walking
Photography
Drawing and Painting
How would you describe your personality?
Generally speaking, he tends to be pretty quiet and doesn't really like making much of a fuss over anything. In addition, he doesn't try to seek out new people nor enemies as he's just happiest to be by himself and enjoying the fresh air along with some jams. That said, when he does have to meet new people, he tends to be conservative and can be seen a little bit of a nerd/geek as he doesn't chat chat about this and that and only wants to get the job done.
What has your life been like so far?
Marcus' life has been a little bit of a roller coaster as, thanks to his mom passing away, he's been forced to go one place or another with his dad who moves around at least 3 or 4 times a year for work. As a result, he never really commits himself to calling any one place home, at least not yet, thus he never allowed himself to really make a friend and just tried to commit himself to being a wallflower. However, he's hoping that this will be the last home he's stuck moving to and from as his dad just got a new job, but, as they say, old habits die hard and he's still finding himself to be the wallflower that he doesn't want to be.
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
LifeRocker - Victor Gooseneck
What are your thoughts on the project?
He doesn't really have thoughts one way or another cause, but at the same time he's a little unsure about how it'll work with him. It's just something he'll have to work through and hope that he doesn't move before its over.
Anything else you'd like to add?
(none) |
6,808 | 185 | 3 | 1,201 | 1,278 | Wei glanced down at the form she had to fill out and sighed. It was only the third day of school and they already had a project? A year-long one too, nonetheless. She filled it out with simple answers and hoped that it was enough to satisfy her teacher. She quickly turned it in and waited for the period to end.
During lunch, she sat in her usual spot, by herself outside behind the gym. It was quiet and usually no one ever showed up here, except maybe an annoying couple looking for a spot to make out and in that case, all she had to do was look at them and then they'll leave. She ate her lunch in peace, not really thinking about anything. | "...Are you talking to me?"
What is your real name?
"Wei-Xing Le. Just call me Wei."
Are you male or female?
"Female."
What is your age?
"16"
When is your birthday?
"Do I have to tell you? It's not like you really care. Fine, February 24th."
What grade are you in?
"11th grade."
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
"I like to collect and drink different kinds of tea, I guess. I also collect different kinds of incense because I like the smell of it; it relaxes me."
How would you describe your personality?
"There's not much to say about me. I don't like to bother other people and I would appreciate it if they don't bother me either. Some people may say I'm too quiet or serious, but I just think it's a waste of time to deal with everyone else. They're all so bothersome and annoying."
What has your life been like so far?
"I hope you're not looking for a long back story because I don't have one. My family moved to the United States from China when I was about five. If I had any say in it, I would have just stayed back there. I hate it here. I had to learn a whole new language, and that sucked. I also hate how people tease me for being Chinese. For goodness sake, We don't say things like "Ching Chong Ching Chong Chi" and not all of us know Kung Fu. I would say I missed my friends back home, but I can't say I had any. So anyways, I came here, spent the last 12 years of my life here, and I'm still here. Overall, my life was just boring, which is fine by me."
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
"Screenname1. I don't really care what my screen name is."
What are your thoughts on the project?
"I really don't care about this project but I need to pass to get an A or else my parents will get mad at me. I'll just do the bare minimum of what is required of me and just get this over with."
Anything else you'd like to add?
"No. Am I finally done now?" |
6,809 | 185 | 4 | 1,559 | 209 | Marcus Doan did not like the idea of this project one bit. It just seemed annoying and like a waste of time. He was so annoyed that he barely caught himself writing down a swear word on the official project sheet. He just scratched it out, which didn't help make it look any more professional, but he couldn't care less. As long as he passed, he was going to do the least amount of work and effort possible. It would mean much less stress on him, something he wanted for his last year in high school.
When he finished filling out the sheet, he turned it in and immediately headed off to lunch once the period bell rang. Once he got his food, he mentally debated over whether to sit with his (loud) friends or opt for a more quiet and peaceful lunch at the gym bleachers. Bleachers won. A couple minutes later, he found himself sitting at said bleachers. As he ate his lunch, his mind drifted back to the English project. Overall, he thought it was dumb. He wondered though what kind of partner he'd get. He never really talked with other kids outside of his group of friends, and though he considered himself chill and easygoing, there was something about being forced to talk to someone he'd never met before, that kind of intimidated him.
He hoped his partner wasn't a total dick, at the very least.
___
Alyssa Gabin fared a bit better attitude-wise. Though she was a bit skeptical that the project would be as amazing as the teachers kept saying it would be, she figured she might as well do her best and try to enjoy the ride. This kind of project was new to her, and she was admittedly intrigued in how this would all play out. She filled out her form as best she could, and turned it in.
Lunch soon came, and she was spending it with her small group of friends. Most were talking about the project they'd all been given, but Alyssa didn't have much to say, and just gave occasional nods during the conversation unless any of it was directed to her, only then would she reply. But again, she really didn't have much to say at all. | = There is a place where the sidewalk ends, And before the street begins =
What is your real name?
Marcus Doan
Are you male or female?
Male
What is your age?
17
When is your birthday?
March 21st
What grade are you in?
12th Grade
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
Baseball, practice and working out, hanging out...I don't know, I like to read I guess. I don't do much else.
How would you describe your personality?
Bro-ish, for sure. I'm also pretty chill most of the time, at least, I hope I am. I'm supposed to be honest or whatever, right? Then, I guess I think I might be kind of a douchebag sometimes too.
What has your life been like so far?
Well, high school's been fun. Being on a sports team, and being actually good at it kinda helps. Other stuff's happened, but do I really gotta give a whole summary or whatever? My mom's been raising me and my little bro the past ten years. She keeps us in line, makes sure we don't do dumb stuff. My potential baseball scholarship makes her happy. I'm just powering through and enjoying my last year in high school. Is that good enough?
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
bruh73. An alias though? I don't know...Homer, I guess?
What are your thoughts on the project?
Man, this is really stupid. If I wanted to talk to someone I'd talk to my friends. I've got important shit stuff I gotta do this year and this is just gonna get in the way. I'm doing the bare minimum and that's it.
Anything else you'd like to add?
I'm not expecting anything out of this.
= The streets are filled with senselessly cruel words. Never more, that voice was hushed and washed away... =
What is your real name?
Alyssa Gabin
Are you male or female?
Female
What is your age?
16
When is your birthday?
August 15th
What grade are you in?
10th Grade
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
I love fishing, it's a pretty relaxing and peaceful hobby. It's weird, because I don't typically have a lot of patience, but with fishing I could go all day waiting for a bite, and I would be just fine. It can be a bit cold due to this being a coastal town and all, but I actually love the chill. Morning walks are perfect for me because of that. Despite all that, I'm not really an outdoorsy kind of person. Go figure. I play video games too, but who doesn't these days? I'd also list listening to music here, since I always have ear buds in whenever I'm fishing or going for walks, but it's pretty much a given. I think everyone is going to put that here anyway, to be honest.
How would you describe your personality?
Optimistic, I think. I tend to see the positive in things. I have a big heart too, I'm always there to give a listening ear to my friends, and I just really care about them a lot. I don't see a point in being mean, and I hate bullies, so I'm generally pretty nice to everyone. I can be very self-reserved though, and people typically have to talk to me first to get a conversation going. Not to say that I won't give passing comments from time to time, heh heh. I've also got verbal tics or sayings that I...say. Pretty often too, to be honest.
What has your life been like so far?
Nothing special I guess. Two parents, an older brother and younger sister, comfortable home. I'm pretty fortunate to not have any personal drama going on in my life, to be honest.
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
Coolbreeze123. Al will be my alias. Hopefully that won't make who I am too obvious.
What are your thoughts on the project?
It seems interesting for sure. But...I don't really get the point of it. Like, what are we supposed to get out of this? How is the teacher even going to grade this? Maybe we'll automatically get an A...? Just for doing this? Who knows.
Anything else you'd like to add?
Oh God I hope I don't somehow screw this up. |
6,810 | 185 | 5 | 2,007 | 1,761 | Hmmm... Alto said, putting his pen down. He regarded his work thoughtfully, he didn't find any flaws. But still... "This isn't sarcastic enough." He decided. He realized it now, but he'd been a bit more serious about it than he would usually have been. Last time he'd done this he'd roleplayed as a vampire, but this time he'd done it as himself.
"Whatever, this'll be good enough I suppose." He walked over and submitted his form and left the room.
A few minutes later...
Alto was set up and ready to go. He was in the back of the library, where even the teachers feared to tread. There would be nothing to disturb him now... except the bell. He tapped out a string of characters on his keyboard and he was in.
"Welcome back RoflsMazoy..." His laptop spouted. He pounded the volume down button and the sound faded. He quickly poked his head out of his hiding spot to check if anyone heard it, but he was clear.
This was what he did most days, he brought his modem-stick thing from home and played MMOs. He had enough experience talking to strangers online so this project wasn't going to be a problem.
"Whatever," He sighed, slumping a little, "Doesn't look like anything's going to change." | "You like D&D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini and croquet. You can't swim, you can't dance and you don't know karate. Face it, you're never gonna make it!" -MCR-
What is your real name?
Jean Godfrey
Are you male or female?
Are you blind? Male
What is your age?
16
When is your birthday?
June 6th, 1999
What grade are you in?
10
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
Really? Ah well, I guess my hobbies would be theater, sleeping, playing my guitar, reading Russian literature, listening to some Billie Holiday and all that jazz, and just surfing the web. I also tinker a bit with the old mustang in my garage at home. God do I soun My favorit musical is RENT and my favorite movie is Citizen Kane. (Although he would rather die before admitting it, he's a sucker for a good romance XD)
How would you describe your personality?
Laid-back, though that doesn't mean I work hard! I don't really mind working with anyone in particular.
What has your life been like so far?
Born and raised on a Dairy farm nearby, can't say I enjoyed it much. I was squeezed with 4 other kids in the family's 3 room house. After Middle school, my parents divorced and my mom took me and my two younger siblings back here to live with our uncle. I got into acting after my mom, bless her soul, decided to sign me up for a commercial for winter coats. I loved it, and began acting whenever I could. I enjoy playing the more comedic roles, even if that means being killed off *AHEM*MERCUTIO*AHEM.
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
Screen name YOLOSWAGMONEY420BLAZEIT Cherry_Seagull alias: Iona
What are your thoughts on the project?
I don't really know, i seemed interesting so I joined up, Is that a bad reason?
Anything else you'd like to add?
Nothing really, Though I hope to be paired with someone Interesting! |
6,811 | 185 | 6 | 918 | 155 | Matthew huffed gently to himself as the for was slid onto his desk. This was, to put it lightly, a total waste of his time. With as little effort as humanly possible, he lifted up his pen and scrawled out a series of half-assed answers before dropping in on the teacher's desk as he sauntered out of the room and towards the lunch hall. If there was one thing Matthew hated, it was being told what to do and this entire project was just a way for his teachers to force him to 'interact more' or whatever. Of course, he still intended to pass the assignment, he just intended to do so with the absolute minimal amount of effort from his end. It was pretty simple, he'd let his partner do all the talking and sit back and relax for the year. He didn't really care about his English grades anyway.
Matthew found a table near the back of the hall that was totally deserted and slumped down in a chair, before taking his wonderfully over-priced headphones and flipping them over his sandy mess of hair. He was working on mixing a song by a couple of songs by Scottish bands that he had recently discovered. They both sang depressing songs about sex and love and other sad stuff, but Matthew didn't really care about the themes. He liked the accent, the way they sounded and just wanted to know how they would sound together. As he listened, he ate from a lunch his Dad had prepared this morning, and dashed notes and ideas down in a notebook he carried around entitled 'We Were Promised Terrified Bunnies', the name of his latest mix ideas. With his headphones turned up to the volume they were, he could totally tune out the rest of the world and sit in his corner, totally isolated and totally okay with it. | What is your real name?
Matthew Dancer
Are you male or female?
Male
What is your age?
16
When is your birthday?
April 20th
What grade are you in?
10th
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
Mostly music. I'm pretty great at remixes, y'know, where you take two tracks and meld them into one? That sort of thing. I listen to the sort of stuff that you've never really heard of.
How would you describe your personality?
Me? Hell, I'm great. There isn't a soul alive who doesn't love me. I'm your grade A bad-boy, 'aint no-one who can cage me. Even teachers love me, I'm some sort of genius or something, not like I care. Life is for living, not for this sort of crap.
(Truthfully, he's arrogant, snobbish and spoiled. Or, at least, that's how he likes to act when really he's not that bad once his sour layer has been peeled away.)
What has your life been like so far?
Do I have to answer that? Well, I guess it's been... Well, better than most. My folks are loaded, my Dad makes the best music speakers in the world or something, he's not really around much. My mother left him, tried to take as much as she could. Now they use me as a way to fight one another. It sucks, but I mean, they're both loaded and I get showered with all sorts of expensive stuff. If I want it, I get it. Mind you, I've moved around a lot, only been here a couple of years and I have no idea how much longer I'll be here.
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
Ka-ching. Uuuh, an alias? Something that would screw with someone, like Hayley or something.
What are your thoughts on the project?
This could be fun. There's so much potential to screw with people.
Anything else you'd like to add?
Can I go now? Great, thanks. You were starting to bore me. |
6,812 | 185 | 7 | 835 | 905 | Melanie
So uncomfortable....
It was like bugs were crawling and slithering across her smooth porcelain flesh, the girl shivering as if in spasms as her tired, bloodshot eyes gazed down at the sheet of paper set before her. It was one thing to try and talk to people in the hallway, but...online? They could be anyone, even...even one of those girls from the cheer squad who kept harassing her all the time. A lump was forming in her throat, and she was sure she could feel the salty sting of tears welling in her eyes from the overwhelming fear she felt rising in her gut, but nevertheless a deep and ragged sigh parted her quivering lips and her pen was pressed to the parchment, scribbling out her name, age, and all that other personal information. It wasn't like the teachers were gonna share this shit with everyone, but still...Melanie was apprehensive.
Maybe she would make a friend out of this? Friend...yeah right. Who was she fooling?
Sighing to herself again, she handed in the form and was off to lunch, sitting at her usual spot outside on the campus grounds underneath the tall, shady sycamore. With what money she had, she had purchased a sandwich, turkey with avocado and light mayonnaise on wheat, her favorite, not to mention a granny smith apple, a small bag of salted pretzels and a green tea. She was used to eating alone, surrounded in utter silence with only her thoughts for company. Well, there was also her music. She pulled from her pocket the small pink iPod nano, sticking the buds in her ears and pressing play. In seconds Mt. Washington was belting tenderly into her ears. She closed her eyes, leaning her back against the thick trunk of the tree...just letting the music carry her away...from everything... | What is your real name?
"It's Batgirl. No no! I'm totally joking! It's Melanie...umm...Melanie Thornhurst."
Are you male or female?
"Umm..last I checked, I'm pretty sure I was a chick right?"
What is your age?
"Hehe...yeah, why don't you have a seat over there? For the record I'm actually 16."
When is your birthday?
"October 31st. Yeah I'm umm...kinda proud of it, I guess."
What grade are you in?
"Freshman . I got held back because...because we moved around so much and I...fell behind."
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
"I'm well...my hobbies are just...kinda lame really. All I usually do is spend time in my room watching indie movies on my laptop or messing around with my acoustic guitar. I'm not much of a party girl and I don't really like any sports at all. Oh and umm...did I also mention I'm kind of a cinemaphile? I really love obscure and thought provoking films that no one's really heard of, especially if they're about quirky romances or a life changing adventure. Sometimes, I even picture my own life as a movie. Other than that, I also love to listen to alot of indie artists like Local Natives or Syd Matters, and the occasional Silverstein and Hawthorne Heights. I also watch alot of anime too from time to time, only if it's good though, and I do like to draw and write poetry."
How would you describe your personality?
"Well for starters....*sighs and looks away* I've been suffering from depression since I was in middle school, mostly because we kept moving from place to place, and I barely made any friends at all. It doesn't help either that I'm afraid of everyone around me and I don't like to meet new people since I'm scared of getting hurt and all. I try to smile and act like the cheery, bubbly girl I'm supposed to, but when I'm home and....and I'm all alone...I.....I...." *sobs into her knees* "I-I don't know why I'm like this at all.... I used to be so happy when I was little, but....now I just feel...like this... Like a doll with a cracked face. You can see she's pretty on the outside, but her flaws...they're just...so hard to ignore..." *looks at the cuts on her arms*
What has your life been like so far?
"Please....can we stop talking about this? I don't think I can tell you any more... You're nice, and...I know you care, but....I just don't want to talk about it right now, okay?"
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
"Hmm....what about Mellon_Collie? Sounds cool huh? N-not like that. It's...it's like an homage to my favorite Smashing Pumpkins album, but...yeah...you're right. It does kinda fit me huh...." *lowers her head*
What are your thoughts on the project?
"I don't really want to talk to someone I barely know, but if it's what's gonna get me through English, then I guess I have no choice. Who knows? Maybe...maybe it will be fun and....maybe I'll make a friend out of it."
Anything else you'd like to add?
"Umm...umm....p-please don't tell anyone, but I....I think I'm...well...you know....I think I really like...other girls." *blushes* "I mean I've....I never really done anything with a girl before, but....but I did have a crush on quite a few... I just...never really told them I did.... And if my mom and dad ever found out....I don't know what they would do..."
Heartbeats - Jose Gonzales
Crosses - Jose Gonzales
Obstacles - Syd Matters
Santa Monica Dream - Angus and Julia Stone
Mountains - Message to Bears
Lua - Bright Eyes
Youth - Daughter
Run - Daughter
Medicine - Daughter
Mt. Washington - Local Natives
Piano Fire - Sparkle Horse
Shining, Burning - Jeff Woodell
Pictures of Nothing - Jeff Woodell
Drawing Lines - Jeff Woodell
The Sense of Me - Mud Flow
Kids Will be Skeletons -Mogwai |
6,813 | 185 | 8 | 1,914 | 229 | Damn, a project already? Jean thought as he began filling in the sheet in front of him. He answered all the questions as truthfully as he could, while cursing having to write in pen when he unconsciously snarked and had to cross the line out. Finishing the sheet quickly, Jean pulled out his book, a collection of Chekov's short stories.
When School ended, Jean dropped by the nearby elementry school to pick up his younger siblings. When the school ended half an hour later, he was quickly tackled by the two children. He picked both of his siblings up and pulled them into a hug, laughing with them as they began giggling uncontrollably. Bringing them back home ,he sat the two chidren down at the dinner table. Bringing out the pitcher of milk and his "secret" stash of cookies, which his mother knew of but he acted like it was a secret with the kids, he began chatting with the kids about their day. Eventually, both of his mother and Uncle returned home and Jean disappeared into the garage to continue working on the old Mustang. "This is gonna be an interesting year." he thought as propped up the hood of the car. | "Anybody can make history. Only a great man can write it."
- Oscar Wilde
What is your real name?
Elizabeth Laurent
Are you male or female?
Female
What is your age?
17
When is your birthday?
January 23rd 1997
What grade are you in?
12th
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
My primary interests involved reading and writing. Yes, you read that right. I have no doubt you have scarcely heard of such an odd phenomenon. In fact, you likely heard something much more doltish and puerile, like gaming, although video games aren't so horrid under the circumstances when the right one is chosen. I must say, I do love the classics. Wilde, Dante, Homer, Shakespeare, Montaigne. I'd find it very surprising if anyone at my high school possessed the intelligence to even enter the same league of literacy as myself. The teachers obviously are not up to this endeavor. That much I am assured of I, as all good people do, love music. I am as cultured as any of my elders would claim to be, and I of course listen to only good, proper music. I have a soft spot for religious chanting, Gregorian and the like, but it's certainly not all I listen to.
How would you describe your personality?
Yes, I am insufferable. I realize it, but am I going to change it? No. I refuse to change myself for anyone else. Why should I, a highly intelligent being, bend to the whim of another? It gets lonely, following this ideology, but I am who I am. Now that that tangent is over, let me just say that I may be haughty, but at least I have brains.
What has your life been like so far?
Ah, a question about my life. I wasn't expecting this. I wasn't born here, in this sickeningly sweet little Maine town. You see, I hailed from the fatherland, Virginia. Now, I won't go into too many details, but they didn't take too kindly to my kind over yonder. Well once I was out of the closet, it was apparent that I wasn't so welcome anymore. Now, that's not to say anything about Virginia, or rather, the southern society in general. A few rattling rotten eggs can devastate when placed in the proper manner. There's been an apparent metamorphosis since then, regardless. Luckily, Dad had a job offer up north, and that's how I ended up here. It would have been a preferable situation to have arrived in a larger city, but it wasn't up to me.
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
Montaigne
What are your thoughts on the project?
I have never experienced anything so horrible.
Anything else you'd like to add?
homosexual |
6,814 | 185 | 9 | 2,537 | 453 | Fredrick (Called Harper by friends and a few teachers) cringed at the sound of a project already, fearing it would eat up his time to...do things. He filled the paper out absent-minded, turned it in and shuffled past all of the groaning and distraught students. Fredrick slipped his book bag on his back and popped in his ear buds. He shuffled through his songs until he found the mellowest one. He stopped at Cassette by Stumbline and let the soft sounds flood his thoughts. A hopeful and giddy vibe washed over him as he walked to lunch. Fredrick stopped and scanned for a familiar face craning his neck to get a better view. | "Sure..."
What is your real name?
My name is Fredrick Stilles. But please call me Harper. My middle name is twenty times better than my first.
Are you male or female?
Well this is kind of a dumb question...I'm a guy. Unless I've got this whole biology thing wrong.
What is your age?
I'm Fifteen...right?
When is your birthday?
I emerged from the womb on January 15th.
What grade are you in?
10th
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
I like to think of myself as a hard thinker and innovator. Engineering is my passion, discovery is my drive....I'm kidding, I could care less about innovation and discovery to be completely honest. But I do enjoy tinkering with things, destroying and rebuilding and all that jazz. It brings a certain calm to my head. Music. Wow. I don't think could live without it. I could go on and on about music. Not all of that crappy love music and boy band junk, but just sweet soft music. No lyrics no annoying screaming. Music. From Hip-Hop instrumentals, to chilled rock instrumentals, I enjoy it all. Pure music can speak for itself without the aid of lyrics. All it takes is a open mind and a lot of heavy thinking. I guess that's it really. Music and Engineering. I know interesting right?
How would you describe your personality?
Sarcasm. Sarcasm all day. It's what I am, it's what I breathe. I swear if I ever found a woman just as sarcastic as me the world would be a better place. I mean some people think it makes me look like a jack ass wagon, but it isn't my fault everyone is not equipped with sarcasm detectors. I've also been told I can be very uh....blunt. I guess I just wasn't born with a filter, eh what are ya gonna do. I have major trust issues as well (Man this is getting kind of deep). I guess people haven't proven themselves worthy of trust. I can't stand being around people I don't know for very long either, I don't even like being around my closest friends for very long sometimes, it's draining. But I like "me" so I'm not complaining.
What has your life been like so far?
It's been okay I guess, I don't really have a sob story. I have a decent home, my family is not too rich or poor, I get nice things, I have a job, school's pretty darn good if I do say so myself. I guess there has always been this....emptiness inside of me. A certain hollowness. I don't really know what it's about. I'm not the greatest person when it comes to socializing with peers. Okay lets face it I've got to be one of the most quiet and soft spoken people in high school. But I can't help it, I just like being that way. Sometimes I think it's eating away at me. Sometimes I want to scream in the middle of class like the morons in Math do, just to get a few giggles of acknowledgement from people. But I know that's not who I am. Wait, who is going to be reading these things?
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
Well I don't want it to be some random and cheesy name, its got to represent me somehow. Fred? No Rick. Rikky! Yeah that works.
What are your thoughts on the project?
It's a neat idea I guess, as long as my real name is left out of the equation. I think I'd die of embarrassment for some reason.
Anything else you'd like to add?
Yeah, why did I spill my guts on this. |
6,815 | 185 | 10 | 1,559 | 209 | As Alyssa hung out with her friends, someone caught her eye as they walked in. She could see they were craning their neck, as if they were looking for someone, and when they looked in her direction that's when she recognized them.
"Oh! Harper!" Alyssa called out with a grin, waving for the boy to come over, "Over here!"
She liked him, he could be pretty quiet and reserved at times, kind of like her. But he was also very sarcastic and blunt, though not necessarily in a mean way. She guessed that was why she liked him, he was funny but honest. | = There is a place where the sidewalk ends, And before the street begins =
What is your real name?
Marcus Doan
Are you male or female?
Male
What is your age?
17
When is your birthday?
March 21st
What grade are you in?
12th Grade
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
Baseball, practice and working out, hanging out...I don't know, I like to read I guess. I don't do much else.
How would you describe your personality?
Bro-ish, for sure. I'm also pretty chill most of the time, at least, I hope I am. I'm supposed to be honest or whatever, right? Then, I guess I think I might be kind of a douchebag sometimes too.
What has your life been like so far?
Well, high school's been fun. Being on a sports team, and being actually good at it kinda helps. Other stuff's happened, but do I really gotta give a whole summary or whatever? My mom's been raising me and my little bro the past ten years. She keeps us in line, makes sure we don't do dumb stuff. My potential baseball scholarship makes her happy. I'm just powering through and enjoying my last year in high school. Is that good enough?
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
bruh73. An alias though? I don't know...Homer, I guess?
What are your thoughts on the project?
Man, this is really stupid. If I wanted to talk to someone I'd talk to my friends. I've got important shit stuff I gotta do this year and this is just gonna get in the way. I'm doing the bare minimum and that's it.
Anything else you'd like to add?
I'm not expecting anything out of this.
= The streets are filled with senselessly cruel words. Never more, that voice was hushed and washed away... =
What is your real name?
Alyssa Gabin
Are you male or female?
Female
What is your age?
16
When is your birthday?
August 15th
What grade are you in?
10th Grade
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
I love fishing, it's a pretty relaxing and peaceful hobby. It's weird, because I don't typically have a lot of patience, but with fishing I could go all day waiting for a bite, and I would be just fine. It can be a bit cold due to this being a coastal town and all, but I actually love the chill. Morning walks are perfect for me because of that. Despite all that, I'm not really an outdoorsy kind of person. Go figure. I play video games too, but who doesn't these days? I'd also list listening to music here, since I always have ear buds in whenever I'm fishing or going for walks, but it's pretty much a given. I think everyone is going to put that here anyway, to be honest.
How would you describe your personality?
Optimistic, I think. I tend to see the positive in things. I have a big heart too, I'm always there to give a listening ear to my friends, and I just really care about them a lot. I don't see a point in being mean, and I hate bullies, so I'm generally pretty nice to everyone. I can be very self-reserved though, and people typically have to talk to me first to get a conversation going. Not to say that I won't give passing comments from time to time, heh heh. I've also got verbal tics or sayings that I...say. Pretty often too, to be honest.
What has your life been like so far?
Nothing special I guess. Two parents, an older brother and younger sister, comfortable home. I'm pretty fortunate to not have any personal drama going on in my life, to be honest.
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
Coolbreeze123. Al will be my alias. Hopefully that won't make who I am too obvious.
What are your thoughts on the project?
It seems interesting for sure. But...I don't really get the point of it. Like, what are we supposed to get out of this? How is the teacher even going to grade this? Maybe we'll automatically get an A...? Just for doing this? Who knows.
Anything else you'd like to add?
Oh God I hope I don't somehow screw this up. |
6,816 | 185 | 11 | 835 | 905 | Melanie
Oh no! She did it again! Curse narcolepsy!
Melanie awoke with a stir, mumbling to herself incoherently as her eyes peeled open softly to the blinding white of the sun in her face. Her iPod had stopped playing, yet the earbuds remained firmly in place. She yawned with a soft exhale, stretching and moving her neck a little to get out the stiffness of it all, but suddenly her eyes shot open. "Shit!" She whimpered rising to her feet and dusting off her skinny jeans. She didn't even bother to pick up her empty bottle of tea or her sandwich wrapper. If anything the wind would take care of that. Pumping her arms, Melanie sprinted across the school lawn, cursing herself more and more with disdainful mutters. Why? Why did she have to fall asleep again? She couldn't even remember what she dreamed.
But wait....
Yet again another thing. She got herself worked up over nothing. No one was leaving as it seemed, so it was still lunch time.
Melanie sighed, thinking about how much of an idiot she probably looked like, her cheeks burning a painful shade of fuchsia. There was a peculiar sound that caught her ear however, the telltale plucking of metal strings reverberating towards her ears, then...a voice. Melanie, she swore it was the song of a siren, beautiful, enchanting, much like her favorite female vocalists. And just as a siren, the song seemed to be lulling her to the direction of the songstress, and there Melanie's eyes beheld her. Oh wow....she's...pretty... Melanie mused listening to the girl sing, hanging onto every note, every lyric. She enjoyed hearing people sing, mostly because everyone's voices sounded so much better compared to hers. But this girl, she was unlike anything Melanie ever heard.
She could just sit there for days and listen to her...gracefully plucking the strings of her guitar and singing with that oh so captivating voice. | What is your real name?
"It's Batgirl. No no! I'm totally joking! It's Melanie...umm...Melanie Thornhurst."
Are you male or female?
"Umm..last I checked, I'm pretty sure I was a chick right?"
What is your age?
"Hehe...yeah, why don't you have a seat over there? For the record I'm actually 16."
When is your birthday?
"October 31st. Yeah I'm umm...kinda proud of it, I guess."
What grade are you in?
"Freshman . I got held back because...because we moved around so much and I...fell behind."
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
"I'm well...my hobbies are just...kinda lame really. All I usually do is spend time in my room watching indie movies on my laptop or messing around with my acoustic guitar. I'm not much of a party girl and I don't really like any sports at all. Oh and umm...did I also mention I'm kind of a cinemaphile? I really love obscure and thought provoking films that no one's really heard of, especially if they're about quirky romances or a life changing adventure. Sometimes, I even picture my own life as a movie. Other than that, I also love to listen to alot of indie artists like Local Natives or Syd Matters, and the occasional Silverstein and Hawthorne Heights. I also watch alot of anime too from time to time, only if it's good though, and I do like to draw and write poetry."
How would you describe your personality?
"Well for starters....*sighs and looks away* I've been suffering from depression since I was in middle school, mostly because we kept moving from place to place, and I barely made any friends at all. It doesn't help either that I'm afraid of everyone around me and I don't like to meet new people since I'm scared of getting hurt and all. I try to smile and act like the cheery, bubbly girl I'm supposed to, but when I'm home and....and I'm all alone...I.....I...." *sobs into her knees* "I-I don't know why I'm like this at all.... I used to be so happy when I was little, but....now I just feel...like this... Like a doll with a cracked face. You can see she's pretty on the outside, but her flaws...they're just...so hard to ignore..." *looks at the cuts on her arms*
What has your life been like so far?
"Please....can we stop talking about this? I don't think I can tell you any more... You're nice, and...I know you care, but....I just don't want to talk about it right now, okay?"
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
"Hmm....what about Mellon_Collie? Sounds cool huh? N-not like that. It's...it's like an homage to my favorite Smashing Pumpkins album, but...yeah...you're right. It does kinda fit me huh...." *lowers her head*
What are your thoughts on the project?
"I don't really want to talk to someone I barely know, but if it's what's gonna get me through English, then I guess I have no choice. Who knows? Maybe...maybe it will be fun and....maybe I'll make a friend out of it."
Anything else you'd like to add?
"Umm...umm....p-please don't tell anyone, but I....I think I'm...well...you know....I think I really like...other girls." *blushes* "I mean I've....I never really done anything with a girl before, but....but I did have a crush on quite a few... I just...never really told them I did.... And if my mom and dad ever found out....I don't know what they would do..."
Heartbeats - Jose Gonzales
Crosses - Jose Gonzales
Obstacles - Syd Matters
Santa Monica Dream - Angus and Julia Stone
Mountains - Message to Bears
Lua - Bright Eyes
Youth - Daughter
Run - Daughter
Medicine - Daughter
Mt. Washington - Local Natives
Piano Fire - Sparkle Horse
Shining, Burning - Jeff Woodell
Pictures of Nothing - Jeff Woodell
Drawing Lines - Jeff Woodell
The Sense of Me - Mud Flow
Kids Will be Skeletons -Mogwai |
6,817 | 185 | 12 | 424 | 174 | Upon hearing of this project, Elizabeth had been unimpressed by the whole endeavor. The thought of being forced to engage in extended correspondence with one of her peers only resulted in her cringing. She couldn't help but observe a lack of any meaningful original thought being expressed. However, it was not as if she had much choice in the matter. She filled out the form with an earnestness and a impetuousness that surprised herself.
Elizabeth quickly turned in the form. This project was going to occupy a great deal of her own time, time which Elizabeth would instead prefer to dedicated to her own writings. In a purely hypothetical scenario, Elizabeth would not so greatly be burdened by a collection of correspondence with someone who possessed as much wit and erudition as herself. Sadly, wallowing in her own intellect, Elizabeth had been utterly disappointed with the status of her classmates' minds. Elizabeth hoped that this would be worth her time at least a little bit, but she figured there was a scant chance of that to ever happen. She simply returned to her desk. Her peers felt an intense dislike of Elizabeth, on which I could clearly trace to their negative reaction to my acerbic snark. Elizabeth saw a definite in that she would be alone at her desk for now. She took out a simple sandwich, bread and cheese and lettuce and tomatoes with turkey and mayonnaise, and began to devour it. | = If you can't jam to your own life's song, you need to make a new track =
What is your real name?
Marcus Dunlap
Are you male or female?
Male
What is your age?
17
When is your birthday?
June 25th
What grade are you in?
Senior
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
Music (Listening and Composition)
Writing
Gaming
Walking
Photography
Drawing and Painting
How would you describe your personality?
Generally speaking, he tends to be pretty quiet and doesn't really like making much of a fuss over anything. In addition, he doesn't try to seek out new people nor enemies as he's just happiest to be by himself and enjoying the fresh air along with some jams. That said, when he does have to meet new people, he tends to be conservative and can be seen a little bit of a nerd/geek as he doesn't chat chat about this and that and only wants to get the job done.
What has your life been like so far?
Marcus' life has been a little bit of a roller coaster as, thanks to his mom passing away, he's been forced to go one place or another with his dad who moves around at least 3 or 4 times a year for work. As a result, he never really commits himself to calling any one place home, at least not yet, thus he never allowed himself to really make a friend and just tried to commit himself to being a wallflower. However, he's hoping that this will be the last home he's stuck moving to and from as his dad just got a new job, but, as they say, old habits die hard and he's still finding himself to be the wallflower that he doesn't want to be.
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
LifeRocker - Victor Gooseneck
What are your thoughts on the project?
He doesn't really have thoughts one way or another cause, but at the same time he's a little unsure about how it'll work with him. It's just something he'll have to work through and hope that he doesn't move before its over.
Anything else you'd like to add?
(none) |
6,818 | 185 | 13 | 1,914 | 229 | Tori
Location: School Lawn
With a flick of her wrist, Tori plucked all six of the strings on her guitar with a flourish as the tune came to an end. The reverberating sound produced the strings traveled through the guitar until it faded into silence. With that, Tori leaned the guitar against the bench and craned her head up as she finished her burger. If only every day could feel like this, Tori mused to herself mentally as the cool Autumn breeze flew by. She had always lived in the city all of her life and never in a place as small as this. Back in Tennessee, you only knew people from gossip but here you knew your neighbors by their name and not their actions. The only person who's name she knew in Colorado was her Mother's dealer and even then she doubted his real name was 'Jeff Winters'. What parent would give their child such a stupid name?
With her burger finished, Tori rolls the wrapper up and beams it straight into a trash can across the walkway from her. She once again grabbed her guitar and picked a tune she knew from her mental playlist. Hmm, Daylight is a no along with Thinking Out Loud. How about It's A Beautiful Day instead, yeah that works. Once again Tori realized she was playing the tune before she had actually chosen it. It really was a beautiful day as she played the song by the musician Michael Bublé. Once again Tori sung along with the lyrics she had memorized until the very end of the song.
The end of the song left behind only Tori's lingering voice and tears in her eyes. Her Mother had taught her the song before leaving with the New Boy Toy as Tori called him. She wiped away the tears in her eyes and put up her guitar, which she had recently decided to name Bennie, back in his case. With three quick movements, the case was clicked closed as a feeling of being watched came over Tori. She would have been fine with it if she was at a concert or play session but this feeling made her nervous. Tori looked around for a short moment before seeing a person standing not to far off. It was obvious that she had been watching Tori and Tori's first, and only, response was to run away. Within a few seconds, Tori was up and running past the girl and into the school where she instantly went into the bathroom and sat down, back against the wall. | "Anybody can make history. Only a great man can write it."
- Oscar Wilde
What is your real name?
Elizabeth Laurent
Are you male or female?
Female
What is your age?
17
When is your birthday?
January 23rd 1997
What grade are you in?
12th
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
My primary interests involved reading and writing. Yes, you read that right. I have no doubt you have scarcely heard of such an odd phenomenon. In fact, you likely heard something much more doltish and puerile, like gaming, although video games aren't so horrid under the circumstances when the right one is chosen. I must say, I do love the classics. Wilde, Dante, Homer, Shakespeare, Montaigne. I'd find it very surprising if anyone at my high school possessed the intelligence to even enter the same league of literacy as myself. The teachers obviously are not up to this endeavor. That much I am assured of I, as all good people do, love music. I am as cultured as any of my elders would claim to be, and I of course listen to only good, proper music. I have a soft spot for religious chanting, Gregorian and the like, but it's certainly not all I listen to.
How would you describe your personality?
Yes, I am insufferable. I realize it, but am I going to change it? No. I refuse to change myself for anyone else. Why should I, a highly intelligent being, bend to the whim of another? It gets lonely, following this ideology, but I am who I am. Now that that tangent is over, let me just say that I may be haughty, but at least I have brains.
What has your life been like so far?
Ah, a question about my life. I wasn't expecting this. I wasn't born here, in this sickeningly sweet little Maine town. You see, I hailed from the fatherland, Virginia. Now, I won't go into too many details, but they didn't take too kindly to my kind over yonder. Well once I was out of the closet, it was apparent that I wasn't so welcome anymore. Now, that's not to say anything about Virginia, or rather, the southern society in general. A few rattling rotten eggs can devastate when placed in the proper manner. There's been an apparent metamorphosis since then, regardless. Luckily, Dad had a job offer up north, and that's how I ended up here. It would have been a preferable situation to have arrived in a larger city, but it wasn't up to me.
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
Montaigne
What are your thoughts on the project?
I have never experienced anything so horrible.
Anything else you'd like to add?
homosexual |
6,819 | 185 | 14 | 1,826 | 1,167 | Dallas
Soundtrack
This form was lobotomizing him; Dallas knew it, could feel it work its way around his head with little tweezers and pick, pick, pick. God on high, this was going to suck. Was this what job applications felt like? He'd been looking at a job at Five Guys in the next month or two - because he wasn't busy enough with applications or grades or his Twitter account or etcetera - but if some spare change in his pocket meant another form asking him what he thought of his own personality, he would sooner take his chances as a juggalo or something. Slim and pretty was supposed to be a big market. Dal could make a killing.
At least he could write the word 'douche' a lot. That helped the form fly by. That and Florence. English was normally his As Cities Burn class, but this form had him in the mood for something even more theatrical and writing about his music preferences was gonna murk him if he couldn't actually have a little screen telling him what music he liked. Nobody ever liked to just hear all of it. Had to get into specifics and shit. Blagh.
At least he got it done; he was a quick writer, and his penmanship was neat enough in spite of his speed, so he got the form done and twirled a pencil betwixt his fingers with something that not even an extraterrestrial with no ability to contort its facial muscles could mistake for interest. When the bell rang, he felt like he had taken his first breath in an hour and a half. That one single relieved breath carried him all the way through to lunch, when he realized...aw FUCK...he had rationed himself way too much time for lunch. His dumb ass had been ready to order a pizza...or take a jog to Wendy's...or something that would probably constitute as skipping. Add that to the fact that he wouldn't even have time to eat unless it was on the jog back, and his lunch plans had just been garroted...unless...
That was it. Just skip lunch, lounge outside for a little while and enjoy the breeze, check the texts he'd blown off in English, and eat two burgers after class to make up for the delay. Then tell Mom he ate one for lunch and ask for a little reimbursement. Two burgers and money for nothing on a Friday night. Keikaku fuckin' dori.
As long as that English project didn't totally suck (which of course it did, until such time as it didn't) then today might turn out alright. | "Oh, my own voice cannot save me now...it's just one more breath, then I'll go down."
What is your real name?
Oh boy. Fine. Dallas Brett Green.
Are you male or female?
Male. Go ahead, do a double take, ain't nothin' new.
What is your age?
17
When is your birthday?
July 22nd
What grade are you in?
12th. Hopefully for the only time, if I can charm my way through this project.
What are some of your hobbies and interests?
How many people already wrote music as the first item on their list? Over/under is five, I'm saying...under. Just barely. Music is definitely "my life," so to speak, and I've been good at it since I was old enough to hold my first Beatles note - guitar, bass, harmonica, I dabble in piano but I have no room in my place for a piano anymore, and definitely singing. Never my own lyrics. Don't even joke. Uhhh...shit, I dunno, I kind of tackled music in phases, I guess? Before junior year or so, I was on a big metalcore kick, The Devil Wears Prada, Sky Eats Airplane, The Word Alive, all that shit. Kinda fell out of it, but sometimes I'll turn it on when I need something to get me through BSing Anatomy homework. These days it's more indie shit, some lower-fi electronic, even getting into some older punk.
Kind of still sing Beatles shit, too. Come Together is a jam and a half. Sgt. Pepper's is a masterpiece. You know nothing about basic music if you disagree, and you deserve to be put on a watchlist of people who need their ears sterilized.
Other than that...you know, I don't know that there's much to me. I loved the beach, but we had to make trips to the beach in the first place even BEFORE we moved here. Good fucking luck finding a reason to get in a pair of boardshorts now, dude. I draw occasionally, mostly clothing ideas. I love the way I look (and so will you!) I worked a job at Starbucks for a few months, but I was better at the chatting people up part of the job than I was at getting their coffee right. Like I care how much fucking foam your boyfriend wants. Always remember to tip, guys and gals. We earn that shit.
Will I get in trouble for cursing on this? I think I have enough cell phone offenses that I end up in-school suspended next.
How would you describe your personality?
Really couldn't tell from this sheet, huh? A'ight. I guess I could get on your nerves...you know, if you were fucking boring. We'll just say I know how to talk to people, alright? It's a useful skill to have when you need to talk yourself into more time to study, or printing out that assignment you ~totally did~ in the lab down the hall. Flirty? Yeah, okay. Obscene? Ouch, but I guess a little. Irritating? ...Again, yeah, if you were fucking boring. I make things exciting. It's just the way I am.
Flirting! Right, I mentioned that. I love to flirt. I love to charm people. It's worth it making someone smile even if they hate your ass to kingdom come. Flirt with everybody, connect with somebody special, you know? That's not a bad rule to live by. Not gonna pretend I'm some kind of Casanova who can get anybody to tear my pants off, those types don't exist, but like I said. I'm a talker. I'm a joker, too. If I can make you smile, it's just step one to making you laugh until you choke. Which is always a good time.
What has your life been like so far?
Ahhh, you know, not much to complain about. Both parents still together, we ain't poor or anything, only child yadda yadda. I'm not gonna pretend it's all smiles and roses, but I've gotten out of some jams at parties (with a few great stories to tell at the next party), disappointed my parents a couple times, made 'em proud a few others. It was a lot easier to do both back in California, let me tell you. Yeah, did I mention that? San Francisco Bay, from the age of 'fetus' to sixteen. Yeah, I'm a new-ish kid. Only been here a year and three days. And already blowing it in Anatomy. C'mon, don't judge me, man/babe/nonbinary affectionate slang, what was YOUR anatomy grade like? Yeah. Yeah. I'm workin' on it.
Anyway, we moved here because Dad wanted some kind of writer's retreat and Mom wanted herself a little time to unwind and bond with me again and Maine was the farthest place we could get without a passport. Man, did you know people are expected to wear hoodies around here? And that it's COLD!? That was never in the brochure. I've spent more money on hoodies than I have on Pre-Calc homework.
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)?
Tony Snark
What are your thoughts on the project?
Is my partner cute? You haven't picked yet? Okay. Just remember I asked.
Anyway, the project. Right. Well, I mean, like I said like a gajillion times by now. I can talk to people. I know how to get 'em to open up and talk 'em through their shit, and since the entire project is people opening up to me, THAT's the hard part out of the way. Right? My English grade's gonna be flawless after this. That never hurts.
Anything else you'd like to add?
No, but really...are they cute? |
6,820 | 186 | 0 | 2,170 | 1,647 | “Pay close attention to the Orbs during the ceremony. If anything strange should happen, send for me at my Embassy. Ask for Red. They will find me.”
These words haunt you on what should have been one of the most joyous days of your life. A very rare few are asked by their community to represent them in the Ceremony of Light, and this was your year. The elders never said anything about a member of that crazy Society of Red Mages hijacking your holiday abroad and filling you with unsettling suspicions. And the Ambassador to Coneria no less, the center of the world! You’re not sure how these people even qualify to have ambassadors; they have no country, generally don’t get involved as a people in anything, and just seem to wander from place to place writing things down and getting into mischief.
No matter. He seemed harmless, even helpful, aside from being a little …weird… and his Embassy has been footing the bill for your partying and exploration since you’ve arrived. Maybe this was just how Red Mages acted during important historical holidays. Yeah, that must be it. It’s all in the spirit of the Festival.
And the Festival! Food, sights, sounds. Every kind of people from every corner of the world, filling the town to overflowing during the day, and filling every Inn for miles around at night. People setting up great tent cities outside of Coneria City proper, each canvas metropolis filled with as much wonder and celebration as the city itself. It was a great time for everyone, and it had lasted for a good week so far. The Ceremony of Light was set to occur at dusk; afterwards the whole city, including Coneria Castle, would be overtaken with splendorous lights fueled by delicate and scintillating magic, ever changing in color and intensity, including great starbursts over the city heralding the Bi-millennial anniversary of the Light Warriors triumphing over the Archdemon known as Chaos.
Other places around the world had their own celebrations, but none as grand as that of the Kingdom of Coneria. This was the place to be on this night, and you have been taking it all in for free. This is the experience of your young lives, one you are certain to carry with you until the end of your days.
The celebration reaches a thundering swell as the shadows grow longer with the coming night, streetlamps flare up with magical illumination vaguely styled as open flame. Streets fill with costumed partygoers, garbed in obviously parodied copies of the original Light Warriors. A hat here, a wooden sword there, the odd colored cloak of questionable pattern. Rooftops and balconies dotted with imbibing revelers raised cheers again and again. Children play-fighting in front of shops, their parents closing up their business so as not to miss the crescendo of the Festival. Through the center of all this, your group of “Light Warriors” part the throng of jubilated townsfolk and tourists, escorted by a detail of the King’s Guard to the sound of thunderous applause.
The procession made its way into the City Center, a large patch of parkland where the main roads of Coneria met, in clear view of the castle in the distance. Matching them step for step, a second procession moved to join them, originating from the palace gates. This one included four ornately shrouded carriages, several King’s Guard, and the King of Coneria himself. The good King was bedecked in very regal finery; nothing but the best when meeting the representative saviors of humanity.
As the two groups merged in the City Center, the Guard ringed everyone involved in the ceremony with practiced steps, and began walking outward in unison, controlling the crowd with firm but polite motion. The four carriages moved, seemingly of their own accord, to take up position behind the King. Alone in the circle of armed guards, the King openly greeted each of this year’s “Warriors of Light”, shaking hands and beaming warm, fatherly smiles to the young men and women assembled.
A raised hand from the King quieted the witnesses to the event, thousands of them, as a testament to the respect granted the stern but forthright ruler and the importance of the event, and he began speaking the first, ancient lines of the Ceremony of Light:
“A great darkness shrouded the world.
The wind died.
The sea raged.
The earth began to decay.
Only a prophecy kept hope alive in people's hearts.
"When darkness veils the world, four warriors of light shall come.”
And after journeying far, four young warriors did at last appear.
In the hands of each rested a mysterious crystal... “
The cloth barriers lifted from the four carriages behind the King, uncovering the ethereal beauty of four smallish, crystal Orbs, bathing the immediate area with soft, cool light. A collective gasp overtook the crowd. The fact that this ceremony took place every year did nothing to dull the impressive majesty of the Four Elemental Crystal Orbs. Believed to have been illuminated at the beginning of the world, these orbs were darkened once, just over two thousand years ago, by the Archdemon Chaos. Relit by the courageous actions of the Light Warriors, they have given off their dependable, unchanging radiance ever since.
Until today.
Before the King could continue speaking, one Orb flared more brilliantly than the others for a half second. The crowd exploded with confusion and fear. Guardsmen, trying hard not to join the townsfolk and visitors utterly losing their composure, held the crowd back and tried to calm matters. When the same Orb began flickering and expelling bursts of dissipating, liquid-seeming energy into the air, they realized they were going to fail.
The other three Orbs remained as they always were, but seemed slightly dimmer in comparison to the now erratic fourth.
It was precisely the distraction the Imps needed. They attacked from underneath, swarming up from sewers and storm drains, piling out of building basements and unused warehouses. Like rats crawling upon rats, bounding and snarling, the diminutive goblin-folk surged forward stabbing and clawing down anyone in their path. Gibbering growls preceded screams of pain and terror as the horde made the once jubilant partygoers into victims.
The King called to his people, issuing direct commands with the precision of a military commander. “King’s Guard to me! Protect the Orbs! Get them back to the castle!”
He looked to this year’s Light Warriors, and in softer tones, “Run, if you can. Fight if you must. This is a catastrophe, young ones. That strange man tried to warn me. If you are who he claims you are, it is time. Look for a tower of red light. Go!”
Turning his attention to the immediate emergency, he retook his martial persona. “Royal Mages! Ignite the Ceremony lights NOW! Give them no darkness under which to hide!” Grabbing the breastplate of a nearby Guard, he growled an order, “Go to the castle with the Orbs, tell the caregivers to ready the tower to receive casualties. RUN!”
The new night’s darkness retreats instantaneously when the Royal Mages finished their spells. Vibrant hues and illusory images of victory, peace, and hope made the night as day but in sharp contrast to the chaos erupting on the city streets. The King’s Guard lived up to their title, surrounding the King and Orbs, quickly escorting the procession back toward the castle. Before leaving the area, His Highness looks to the assembled Light Warriors one more time,
“Don’t stand around gawking!” He points toward a broad shaft of ruby color stabbing skyward a number of streets over. “Get moving!”
It would be a simple enough task, were it not for a detachment of surprisingly organized Imps armed with viciously curved shortswords (largish daggers in human hands) blocking your direct path. Some six of them, and they’ve taken hungry notice of you.
Everyone knows that a lone Imp poses little threat against a healthy adult human. Sometimes the only difference between an inconvenience and a threat is a matter of numbers. This is the largest massing of Imps anyone alive has ever witnessed. The City Guard has its hands full just trying to hold ground, let alone make a dent in the horde.
Game on. | Name: Kyran
Class: Monk
Gender: Male
Short black hair, blue eyes
Equipment:
Body: Clothes(Simple Traveler style)
Hands: Leather Gloves(Hardened and marred by repeated strikes)
Legs: Simple cloth pants under two sets of buckled hardened leather plates, one starting a few inches below the waist and ending just above and the other starting just below the knee and ending a few inches before the ankle.
Feet: Leather boots
Combat Abilities:
Stunning Strike = Kyran's study of anatomy has given him a more than average knowledge of the human body, though nowhere near the understanding of a Master. During a fight, Kyran can will sometimes choose to strike a precise muscle, causing a muscular spasm that inhibits their ability to fight.
Martial Art Training = Kyran has been trained in a functional style of hand to hand combat, relevant to the current era. As such, his style is adapted to work against common weaponry and armor. While he is incapable of punching through metal or breaking a sword with his bare hands, he has been trained that slapping the flat of the blade away from him can create an opening for him to close in or to strike the arm.
Ki Energy = The monk has a basic understanding of a universal energy, to the point of a very weak sixth sense. His attunement with the world around him allows him to sense the flow of this energy in his surroundings. During combat, it allows him to instinctively sense weaknesses in an enemy's defenses(although this takes time and a focus on one particular enemy) or alternatively, increase the power of his own strikes. This ability will develop over time.
Peace of Mind = Monks adhere to a strict sense of discipline, and are rarely given to action that is purely motivated by emotion. Many have learned that so many hours spent meditating and performing combat katas have led to an increased level of protection against mind-altering magic or poisons.
Non-Combat Abilities:
Anatomical Study = Monks are encouraged to learn as much about the way a body works as possible. While the martial applications involve breaking bones, learning which nerves control which muscles, or damaging specific organs, their knowledge of anatomy also bears some beneficial fruit. Kyran is adept at first aid, from staunching a bleeding wound to setting and bracing broken bones.
Bookworm = Kyran enjoys reading, and has spent much of his spare time devouring(not literally) any book he could get his hands on. Although the subject matter was limited where he came from, largely pertaining to martial arts and local history, he has developed a certain love for fictitious writings.
Personality: Kyran is a bit of an oddity as a monk. He enjoys what he calls “the outside world”, and is a very lively person that is generally ready with a good story or a joke. He claims this is a result of the monks from his home being so “dreadfully boring”. In addition to this he has a love for knowledge, learning all that he can any time he is away from his home. |
6,821 | 186 | 1 | 832 | 3,739 | Why was she here again?
That was the common refrain in Lumiere's mind as she followed the other 'Warriors of Light', the poor schmucks roped into this, towards the city center where they would meet with the King for this ceremony. This was not the place to be, and especially no for someone who had previously taken such joy in robbing from the subjects of the person she was to meet. Nope, not at all. And yet in spite of that, here she was anyway.
But no, here she was, walking with a slight sway in her step as she wore some incredibly stereotypical and bland black robes, as had been required of her by this position. And the moment she was out of here, they were going in the garbage where they belonged. No self respecting thief would be caught wearing stuff like this. And as one, she would know.
That was the real reason that she was here, for a golden opportunity. It was not often that one got close enough to the King to steal from him, and she was not about to waste it. But she kept her calm as they met up, shaking hands and giving warm greetings. As far as anyone else knew she was simply a relatively good looking woman, a bit noble but hardly in the upper echelons of the aristocracy. She didn't need that kind of attention.
When the greetings were over, the ceremony began, and Lumiere watched with developing emotions at the boring parts quickly became less boring, as the orb flickered and flared, pouring energy into the air while the others remained. She hardly needed her instincts to tell that this was bad, but even that was an understatement as a cry arose, the sound of violence and bloodshed as the imps emerged, attacking everything in sight in massive numbers.
"This is not good," she muttered to herself as she felt for the trusty dagger she wore, not exactly for show at that. She wasn't about to fight a horde like that, but better to have some protection than nothing. She just had to lose this getup, and she would be good.
There wasn't much time to worry about that though as the King ordered them to get going, and she sighed as she agreed. It seemed that stealing was out of the picture for the moment, but this sort of thing would do just fine. And she didn't need any urging to get going, when the alternative was getting killed out here by imps.
"Well, are you boys coming," she asked with a smirk before moving off, only to find Imps almost immediately there. The dagger came out, blade glimmering in the firelight, and she stood ready in a combat position as she waited for them to attack. Fighting them all alone wasn't viable, so if they could give her an opening to slip past, that would be great.
It seemed things had gotten interesting. | Name: Lumiere Vestraux
Class: Master Thief Extraordinaire
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Weapons: Dagger
Armor: Clothes
Combat Abilities: Backstab, Waylay
Noncombat Abilities: Lockpicking, Riding, Seduction
Magic: N/A
Magic Items: N/A
Personality: Lumiere loves her job, no two ways about it. She's fun, flirtatious, and all too willing to use that and her looks to her advantage. Surprisingly though, she has advanced beyond stealing for the sake of money or robbery, and instead steals for the challenge. The adrenaline rush of it is exhilarating, and that has led her after bigger and more difficult challenges. She isn't afraid to fight, but prefers to avoid it if she can, and if she can't then she never fights fair. |
6,822 | 187 | 0 | 968 | 6,714 | Serafina 'Ariel' Gray & Elizabeth 'Lizzy' Jones
A darling collab between and
Currently in the kitchen of her house, Ariel would be with one of her best friends, Liz, while, of course, making cookies. With the last batch already out of the oven, she would open the drawer and grab two spoons. "Liz get your ass over here and help me eat this cookie dough," she said jokingly. Elizabeth rolled her eyes in the same manner as she seated herself upon the table the pair had been making cookies on.
"Unbelievable, I can't even leave you alone for two minutes to go to the bathroom, are you my friend or my daughter I don't remember having," she jokes, "Now gimme a spoon would you? I can't help you eat this cookie dough otherwise!"
With a joking glare, Ariel handed the girl a spoon. Grabbing her phone out of the back pocket of her shorts, she would the go through her contacts and pick out the groups names, Lizzy peering over her shoulder.
To: The Shirtless Wonder, The Blonde, Asshat, Little Miss, Mr. Trouble, The Introvert
From: Kitten
Guys, its time. get over here. me n Lizzy have cookies.
~*~Kitten~*~
"'It's time'" Lizzy quoted in mock mysteriousness "You sound like we're going to go kill someone or something and as the self-proclaimed responsible one, even if the youngest, I advise against that."
"Oh please, they know what I mean."
After doing this, Ariel would get a scoop of the cookie dough and pop it into her mouth. When she was done chewing, she would speak to Lizzy again.
"After this, we gotta get the map and everything."
"Everything? You weren't ready for today were you? You would've written some sorta list or something, right?" Lizzy asks, fixing her hazel eyes on Ariel's face.
Looking at Liz in order to return her look, Ariel would roll her eyes lightly. "I meant things like leaving a note for my dad and loading our luggage in the car and getting a playlist together, silly. Besides, my list is in my brain."
"Is your brain that reliable though?" Lizzy points out, pointing at Ariel with her spoon full of cookie dough before eating the cookie dough off of it. "Doesn't... doesn't your father know you're about to go across the country to who-knows-where?"
"Probably not," she replied, getting some more of the dough for herself. When Lizzy brought up her father, the girls face simply became stern, her lips pursed. "What he doesn't know won't kill him. Besides, i-it's better if he didn't know."
"Ariel..." Lizzy says gently, pursing her lips and lowering her spoon to the table, "Not telling him isn't a very good idea. You're gonna freak him out Ariel. It's not going to do either of you any good if you just take off,"
"Apparently I used to freak him out a lot," she mumbled. "Look, I brought it up, he didn't take me seriously, and now here we are. I know your trying to be responsible or whatever, but honestly, what more can any of you guys expect?
"There's a difference between a few hour freak out and what you're about to do. We're gonna be going for weeks, maybe a couple of months at that," Lizzy points out, a small sigh expelling from her pale lips.
Ariel shrugged it off. "Okay, good for us. While were gone he'll have time to think it over and I'll probably end up with my phone taken for a month or something. Who knows? She paused for a moment. "The point is, we have to finish the cookie dough," she said with a hint of a laugh in her voice. Of course she would try and change the subject now. Lizzy sighed making it very clear to Ariel through her facial expressions that she did not approve of what her friend was up to but left the topic alone, not doubting the fact it would probably come up later. | Serafina Ariel Gray
“I've learned that we're all entitled to have our secrets.” –Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
Wasting Away ~ Decyfer Down | Supposed To Be ~ Icon For Hire | Dear Agony ~ Breaking Benjamin | Mz. Hyde ~ Halestorm
Serafina Ariel Gray
Nickname:
"Ariel. Nothing more, nothing less."
-Ariel is the girls most common nickname, though is actually what she goes by. It's pronounced R-E-L.
-Sarah, a shortened version of her first name. She hates it, though has no idea why.
-Kitten/Kitty: She strangely likes this one, as it was derived one day by her friends when she hissed at them and since then, they have pointed out how similar she is or isn't to a cat.
Birth date and age: August 13th, 1999. Age Seventeen.
Sexuality: Bi-Demi. (Ariel is bisexual, but only has true feeling for people whom she has a emotional connection with.)
In Depth Appearance:
"I'll stop wearing black when they come out with a darker color."
Ariels style is described as Grunge or borderline Emo. The young woman dresses selectively in all black the majority of the time, though will occasionally wear white or other dark colors. Skinny jeans are her favorite things for bottoms, though she can be found wearing shorts that are considered perhaps a little too short. Her hair is a dark brown, sometimes confused for black, and can be seen worn down or in a braid, perhaps in a ponytail when doing strenuous activities. Her bangs are what some may call choppy, and have no particular form, constantly swept to the left side of her face.
Makeup is something that Ariel is not a stranger to. Of course she isn’t going to spend four hours on the task in the morning, but eyeliner is practically one of the girls best friends, along with her mascara.
The young woman has a tattoo of an flying eagle in the middle of her lower arm.
• Feisty • Sarcastic • Socially Awkward •
"I've been called a comical bitch and violently funny, so that counts for something."
On the outside looking in, Ariel is one of the most happy, socially awkward people that you could ever meet. Always saying something goofy, and having a way with words, the girl is the type to almost always have a smile on her face and is not quick to get angered. Having slight social anxiety is perhaps the reason for her social awkwardness, which causes her to say really random things. Ariel is the type of girl that may come off as a bitch, but she's the blunt kind of girl that when she says something mean, it's funny. Some may say that the girl is violent, with her outbursts of random, crazy, violent sayings but she probably won't choke you with a marshmellow. However, that's the coverup that she puts on.
The truth is, Serafina suffers from depression. The girl tends to keep her emotions bottled inside and simply do her best to release them through her blogs,videos,and music. She simply don't take any medication for it because she is to ashamed to talk about it, causing her to put on an act. Being socially awkward, it is hard for Ariel to express herself unless she is behind a screen, and, in fact, is shy when it comes to meeting new people. Of course, you may think how is she brave with all of this going on inside of her, but she's brave in a different way than you think. Ariel is brave enough to face the day starting out with a positive attitude no matter how bad she knows it's going to be.
The young woman hates drama, gossip, and any other thing of the sort. She can typically be seen hanging out with the guys at school, because she considers females to much drama. Of course, if you ask her how she is doing, you will receive a great and a goof thumbs up. Not being able to express herself truthfully angers her to no end, though, just like her true feelings, she doesn't let it show. In short, the girl is a half read book. To know her, you must first know the whole story.
Likes & Dislikes◄
"Music is my drug and your opinion was never asked, darling."
Likes:
~Rock Music - Various bands such as Halestorm, Breaking Benjamin, Greenday, Icon For Hire, Mayday Parade, etc.
~Blogging - Ariel is a writer and has had her blog since the age of thirteen. As it turns out, people actually like it and she now has over 3k followers on the thing.
~Climbing anything.
~Youtube - Not only does the girl spend endless hours on the site, but she also has a youtube channel who people also like! 5k followers on this one. What can she say, she lives in a big city!
~Doing covers of her bands songs, which, of course, go on the youtube channel.
~Books - Someone take me to Barnes and Noble pleeeaaasssee."
~Playing various instruments - Ariel plays the acoustic and electric guitar, piano and a little bit of the violin.
~Science - Biology, mainly, but also astronomy.
~Dancing - Ariel mixes ballet and pop dancing together. These videos well, you get the point.
Dislikes:
~Being told to act like a lady.
~People judging her based on appearance and/or music taste.
~People just simply assuming what she feels or is going to do next. "Like, I'm sorry, but you don't know me like that, 'kay?"
~Bands like those of One Direction.
~Romance movies. Twilight is the worst.
~Hot drinks/Flat soda.
~Un-loyal people.
~Pink
~Crying in front of others - Ariel sees this as a sign of weakness and read somewhere once that it actually defies science.
Fears & Phobias
-Not being able to see the stars.
-Snakes
-Crowds/New people.
-People finding out about her depression.
Biography:
"Momma please forgive me, for Daddy says it's all my fault."
Serafina Ariel Gray was born in this small town to the parents known as Marianna and Trillian Gray. Marriana was a surgeon and Trillian was, and is, a respectable member of the community, and one of the best lawyers around. However, just like with Ariel, that is not the true story about the man. Marianna thought that the man was great, they married just two years before their daughter was born, and the two were madly in love at the time. Trillian was a loving father up until the time that Ariel was five, and then something inside the man just... changed. When Ariel came home from school on the bus, she assumed that her father was just upset shouting about a case, just as he usually did at times. What she walked in on was horrible. Her mother was in the floor, her arms shielding her face as her father hit her over and over. There was various holes in the walls, and many of the families pictures had fallen to the floor, the glass broken. Not understanding what was going on, tears started to wet the little girls face. "Mommy," she said, her voice scared and shaking. Both of her parents turned to look at her, her mother getting up with a tear soaked face as well, rushing to her and wrapping her in a hug.
These episodes went on until Ariel was the age of nine. Fed up with her father's ways, the little girl did her best to get in between her parents. The man instead unleashed his anger on her, and this was the first time that Ariel felt her fathers wrath. Her mother did her best to stop him as well, and in the end, he did, but not before bruises had formed on Ariels skin. This happened on and off until the age of 12 -perhaps every three months or so-, when Marianna was killed in a car crash. It was this night that the girl seen that side of her father once more, multiplied.
It was at the age of thirteen that she tried to break away, and find a release for what she was feeling inside. Turning to her music more and more, Ariel also created a blog and a youtube channel with her dancing and singing. She started to draw and climb trees, staying outside of that dreaded house as long as she could. She took up baby sitting jobs and began to save her own money to do things. It was at the age of fourteen that she realized she was truly depressed. Her school life was horrible and filled with bullies, and most of all, she couldn't understand her father. How could he function and be so normal outside of the home, but yet a monster within?
It was at the age of sixteen when Ariel officially stood up for herself. When her father hit her that night, she simply pulled a knife on him. "So help me, if you lay one more hand on me I will make sure you never do it again. You may be my father, but you haven't earned the right to do this to me." Just as usual, tears were running down her face. Trillians facial expression changed from anger, to fear, to sorrow. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. Disgusted with what she seen before her she slammed the knife down on the counter and ran to her room. This was the last time that her father beat her.
Secret: Her Depression and her situation with her father.
Serafina 'Ariel' Gray
"If you can't hang, then there's the door, baby." ~ If You Can't Hang ~ Sleeping With Sirens
☯ ||Acquaintances|| ☺ ||Friends|| εїз ||Best Friends|| ♡ ||Love Interest|| ☠ || Enemies
Symbol Serafina Ariel Gray Symbol
"What do I think of myself? I'm not sure if you want to know the actual answer to that question."
Deeper Thoughts/other
Symbol Giovanna Marie Santos Symbol
"Thoughts on Relation."
Deeper Thoughts/other
☺ ♡ Alex Hill ☺ ♡
"Um.. i-it's Alex. That's all I really have to say."
Ariel has probably always been one of -if not the- closest to Alex. Both of them are secretive, and this causes their relationship to only get so far. Despite that, they have had a few in depth conversations once or twice before. Ariel thinks she has the slightest feelings for the young man, but isn't sure.
εїз Elizabeth Jones εїз "My sister from another mister. Mess with her, I will literally kill you. Love ya sis."
Ariel and Liz have been through hell and back together. Ariel is slightly aware of her friends situation, and Liz acts like a mother toward her, allowing for them to pick and tease at each other.
Symbol Jason Scott Holbrooke Symbol
"Thoughts on Relation."
Deeper Thoughts/other
Symbol Cassandra Rowley Symbol
"Thoughts on Relation."
Deeper thoughts/Other.
☺ ♡ Jamie Wolffe ☺ ♡
"The only fuck boy I would ever actually bother with."
Ariel knows she has been crushing on Jamie for the longest time now, despite his overly flirtatious ways and rebellious acts. The two have been in a few situations where they have taken over, and make jokes about each others love lives. Unfortuantly, Ariel is scared that Jamie only sees her as the little sister type.
Jason 'Jace' Scott Holbrooke
"Why So Serious?" - The Joker
Jason Scott Holbrooke
Nickname:
"I'm pretty sure my parents hate me to name me what they did. That's why I created my own identity.
-Jace: This is what the young man likes to go by, hating his whole name in General.
-Scotty: "Bro, just don't call me that. It's ridiculous."
Birth date and age: December 22nd. Age Eighteen.
Sexuality: "'Sup cutie?"
Heterosexual.
In Depth Appearance:
"Can you even deny my natural fabulousness?" -strikes some weird ass pose-
Jace has very dark brown hair that is almost considered black containing quite a few layers in it. He keeps it messy, and it usually hits his shoulders or hangs just above them. It can occasionally look a bit chopped up too. His eyes are green, though in certain lights they can appear as though they're tinted another color. He stands at five feet and eight inches tall, and his weight is about one hundred and fifty one pounds.
Jace is quite a big fan of tattoos and has them on his arms as well as underneath his neck. He's even started to move onto his legs. He's almost always wearing skinny jeans. He owns quite a few t-shirts and tanks, though he can usually be seen shirtless. His wrists are always covered in rubber bracelets sporting various bands.
Personality:
• Cocky • Caring • Hot-headed • Rebellious
Jace is a guy that stick out like a sore thumb when it comes to how he acts. He has a loud personality, and when he speaks, people hear him. The young man is a rebellious creature, graffitiing random things around town and defying figures of authority just about any chance he can get. Anyone who has ever met Jace can tell you that he's short-tempered, and is easily angered. The same people could also tell you that there is a difference in confidence and cockiness. Jace is that difference, thinking he can do just about anything better than anyone.
Despite his bad personality traits, Jace is a pretty fun guy, always cracking jokes - even if they're inappropriate. Under all of his acting as if he doesn't care, he really does, especially about his friends.
Likes:
Spray painting random things
Punk/Alternative Bands: Panic! At The Disco, Falling in Reverse, etc.
Skateboarding
Flirting
Writing random song lyrics everywhere.
Dislikes:
Being told to act like a gentleman.
Being told to wear a shirt.
Being told to stop his creative process.
Being told not to flirt.
Being told not to write random song lyrics everywhere.
Basically being told anything that doesn't go along with who he is or what he like to do.
Fears:
Biography: At least one well written paragraph on your characters life.
Secret:
Theme Song:
Name of Song - Artist
A Few Lyrics here
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6,823 | 187 | 1 | 92 | 2,185 | Alex Hill
brrzt brrzt brrzt From down the hall, "Alex. Turn off your alarm!"
"Yeah, it's to loud." Alex's little sister and brother walked into his room annoyed that he is somehow sleeping through one of the loudest alarms that one could have. Sadie shuts it off then hands Micky a squirt gun, "Payback time." The two started spraying Alex with water and the once sleeping Alex became a really alert and annoyed Alex. "Ahh. What the heck. Come here." Alex said as he jumped out of bed and bolted for the little buggers that were his siblings.
The chase had begun and they were running through the house until Alex caught Micky. He took him to the ground and they rolled around laughing. Sadie walked over to them to spray Alex again, but he quickly grabbed Micky's squirt gun and shot it at Sadie, "Booyah. Gotcha both." As Alex stood back up their mother walked out of the kitchen and said, "Alright. Stop making a mess in my house. Sadie, Micky, go get towels to soak up the water. Alex, did you forget something?"
"Uhh, I don't think so. Fed the dog last night, took out the trash, if you're talkin' about breakfast I can just eat brunch."
"You will eat breakfast, but that isn't what I am talking about." What? Then what could it be? Alex had done all his chores and even helped Micky and Sadie with theirs. What did he forget? Then he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. It was a text from Ari. Wonder what it is,
Guys, its time. get over here. me n Lizzy have cookies.
~*~Kitten~*~
"Oh, crap. The road trip." Alex quickly ran back to his room and got ready. He did last minute packing by just shoving random clothes into his bag. He had already put essential things in his truck last night and bolted down the stairs once he had everything and ate, "Bye. I'll call at stopping points. Later." From in the house could be heard the usual things one would hear from family before going on a trip. Alex chunked his stuff into the back of his truck and hopped in.
When he arrived he saw that no one else was here yet. He parked the truck off to the side and walked over to the door. He entered the house after a single knock and followed the beautiful smell of fresh cookies. In as serious and monotone a voice he could make he said, "Alright, children. I need to see your permission slips now." Then he reached for a cookie and stuffed it in his mouth keeping his usual straight face the whole time. | Alex Hill
"For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity." - Jean Dubuffet
Alexander Franklin Hill
Nickname: Alex
Birth date and age: September, 13, 19.
Sexuality: Straight
In Depth Appearance:
Alex is 5'11". He has short dirty-blonde hair that is short and can be described as messy but kept. He almost always has stubble on his face. Bright blue eyes and a rugged face. He is fairly thick from muscle and being slightly barrel chested.
Personality:
• ISTP • Caring • Loyal •
To most Alex appears cold and standoffish, but those who know him well realize he is just a quiet guy. He can seem rude but that is only because he is very direct and rarely lets bias change how he deals with things unless he REALLY dislikes someone. He is fiercely loyal and if someone hurts or wrongs someone he cares about he will defend them, but he rarely defends himself. He loves bringing characters to life and enjoys making people happy despite not seeming like it.
Likes:
Acting - Every since Alex was 8 he has enjoyed acting. He loves to make characters come to life.
Making people smile - He loves feeling the joy of having made another smile. If it is a genuinely happy smile he feels he accomplished something.
Taking care of the less fortunate - He really enjoys going to orphanages, retirement homes, and Children's Hospitals. He volunteers his time whenever he can to make them happy.
Anime, Manga, Comics, Video Games - He is a geek. End of story. He loves going deep into thought on these topics even creating worlds in his mind that continuously run when he daydreams.
Solitude - Being an introvert he does need his alone time. He enjoys going into the woods or the country and just being alone for long periods of time.
Dislikes:
Himself - Alex is really hard on himself. He just doesn't think he is important. He feels as if he is so lame that everyone will eventually forget him.
Bullies - Alex just despises people who purposefully make others sad or hurt for seemingly no reason.
Racists - Despite being white Alex can't help but disliking racist people. In his mind there should be no reason to categorize someone by their skin tone. He won't let someone get away with making a racist remark while he is around.
Anyone who disrespects Soldiers, Police Officers, or Firefighters - They risk their lives for the normal free person. He can't stand when someone says anything negative about them.
Hurting others - He doesn't like it when he inadvertently hurts someone or upsets them.
Fears:
Large crowds - Too many people make Alex extremely uncomfortable. Even to the point of possibly having an anxiety attack. The only time it doesn't affect him is when he is acting or playing a group game with people.
Needles - Pretty much anything that can be stuck into the body makes Alex freak out or cringe.
Being forgotten - He really believes people will forget about him.
Biography: Alex is the second oldest of his siblings. When he was younger he connected fairly well with others, but eventually someone really close to him betrayed him. Also almost all of the friend groups he has ever been in tend to have a large falling out leaving him to have to decide which side he would join. He never could choose so he always got left behind. He has never had a real relationship either. The only occurrence was in fifth grade he rode on the bus home and sat beside a girl. The whole year they got really close even to the point of having a secret 'boyfriend/girlfriend relationship'. Alex thought it was real but over the summer they lost contact and when they met up the next school year she acted like she had never known him.
Over the next couple of years he was constantly bullied yet never stood up for himself. Over this time period he closed himself off to many things primarily when it comes to how he feels. He rarely opens up to anyone now. It takes a long time and much kindness. He is fiercely loyal and will always stand by them but in reverse effect if they break his trust he will never be on their side again unless they go to great lengths to get his forgiveness. Only once starting high school did he start opening up, but what he opened up was really a colder side of him.
Secret: He participates in a underground fight ring.
Theme Song:
Name of Song - Artist
A Few Lyrics here
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6,824 | 187 | 2 | 509 | 674 | Jethart Igneal
"Mom, do you think I could borrow Jethart's truck today? I don't see the point of it being out there if no one else can use it."
"Nora, as much as I'd like to say yes to that, that's something you'd have to ask him. He bought that thing with his own hard earned money which he somehow got. Doesn't he have that trip today? I think he'd need it to get there, he does have his bike but I think he'd prefer to take his truck. Just go ask him, I can't give you his truck for the day, I'd like to but I just can't."
Nora greeted their other brother Corbett with a morning hug. "Morning Cory, sleep well? As for the plans today, mom won't let me take his truck she's making me go ask him myself. How unfair is that?"
Cory hugged Nora back, that was their morning thing, hugging each other. They were close and good 'friends' if you call it that. "That's so unfair! Why should we have to ask him about it, why can't mom just let us have it? I mean really, it's not like he can't get around places he still has that motorcycle of his, this is such a drag. We'll just have to make him agree to letting us take his truck for the day, that should work."
Cory and Nora headed to Jethart's room to find he was already awake, that foiled part of their plans to get him to agree. They planned to wake him in a rude way and try to force him to give it up for the day. "Oh, hi guys. What brings you to my room? You've never come before, if there's something you want I'll more then likely say no."
Nora and Cory shared an evil grin. "We just want to take your truck for the day, I figure you'd have no problem with that, mom already said we could if we wanted to. We just need your keys where ever you put them, if you could hand those over we'll be out of your hair."
At this point Jethart's phone went off in his pocket, he felt the vibration and heard it, he checked for the message and it happened to read out.
Guys, its time. get over here. me n Lizzy have cookies.
~*~Kitten~*~
Jethart finished closing his bag and putting the final things in his backpack and in his pockets. That included his wallet, keys, phone, knife and the keys to his motorcycle, while no one else knew how to ride it he just wanted to be safe and take them with him. He shut out his siblings and managed to push them out of his room, he looked around trying to see if he forgot anything. He checked his pockets and bags to be sure, everything he planned to bring was in them. Soon after he carried everything to the truck, put the bags in the spare seat, told his mother and father goodbye and locked the door to his room then he left.
The ride wasn't going to be that long, he still had his music turned on. He decided to use it to help him relax and get to a more peaceful state before reaching Ariel's house and seeing everyone again, he'd hate to be in a bad mood with them around. He felt he'd just drag everyone down if he did.
After the ride, he noticed hardly anyone was there, it seemed Ariel and Lizzy were there along with Alex. He parked on the curb near where Alex did, he took his stuff out and locked his truck. He knocked on the door three times before entering the house, he set his stuff down on the couch and wandered to the kitchen where he assumed they'd be.
"Hey guys, sorry I wasn't here sooner, Nora and Cory were getting on me about them wanting my truck for the day, can't trust them with a book so why trust them with my truck? What matter's now is that I'm here and can relax before we leave, does everyone have everything they need? I can go to their house and get anything they forgot if needed, just make sure I don't have to interact with anyone and we're all good!" He took a spoon and started to eat some of what little cookie dough was left, the house was full with the scent of the cookies and he was exicted to eat them once they were all done. | Jethart Igneal
"the only thing we have to fear is fear itself."-Franklin D. Roosevelt
Jethart Abel Igneal
Nickname:Jet.
Birth date and age: May 4th. 19 years of age.
Bisexual:
In Depth Appearance:
He doesn't tend to impress those with how he dressed, he just tends to dress how he feels comfortable dressing. He doesn't tend to care about what people think about him, although he tends to keep himself looking good and his hair clean more often then not. Jethart has nice, flowy, brown hair that reaches below his shoulders. His eyes are a yellowish color, he also has a double helix ear piercing on his right ear on the upper end of it, and he has stubble across his face, he likes how it looks and feels.
His body remains in decent shape, he has a decent workout schedule that he follows. It works for him and that's all that matters to him. He stands at about 6'2" and likes how he looks. While he might dress oddly for someone with his hobbies and vice versa, he enjoys his own style and that's all that matters.
Personality:
• Caring • Quiet • Protecting •
Jethart is that quiet type back in the corner reading a book, he tends to be a very caring individual once you get to know him, at that point he tends to slowly open up to those around him. He still remains quiet but as soon as someone tries to hurt someone he cares about he'll push that aside and do anything he can to protect them. If they are hurt or anything he will do anything he can to help them and to make sure they'll be alright. He will put himself aside to help those in his life, he cares deeply about people and once you enter his life and he starts to care about someone, good luck getting him to stop. He will do anything and I mean anything to make sure the people he cares about are alright, he'd even murder someone if it meant they'd remain safe.
Likes:
Tea, a nice warm cup of tea is the best thing ever
Reading books, manga and watching movies
Motorcycles and cars, he loves working on his truck and motorcycle
Parks during autumn, they're just so beautiful at that time of year
Food, he loves his food. Shepard's pie is his favorite thing to eat.
Dislikes:
Loud places, they overwhelm him and cause anxiety attacks more often then noy
Coffee, he can't stand the stuff, it tends to give him headaches and the smell isn't nearly as pleasant as tea
Too many people talking at once, it becomes harder to focus on your conversation in that situation
Country and Pop music, they sound terrible just the new music people come up with now days
Liars, he can't stand when he's lied to. It makes life harder for everyone
Fears:
Losing those he cares about, even more so when he deeply cares about someone
Being forgotten, he's been forgotten before by those he's cared deeply for, even some of his family members
Losing everything he has ever had in his life, belongings, family and friends
Biography: Jethart had an interesting childhood, not many friends, always singled out and forgotten by the other kids. His parents did the same at times, he was always the quiet one either in his room or a corner of the hosue, always reading something. He didn't have many friends and didn't do much outside of the house until his teenage years. Once he became a teenager he was forced outside more, he'd explore town and listen to a boat load of music, he had a few friends by this point, more than before. He'd spend most of the day out and about, he found a nice little tea shop he'd spend a fair amount of time in, he'd befriended someone who worked there, she became his best friend after that.
As he grow older he'd spend more time there, he'd also spend time in the park not far from the tea shop, it was calming and it was beautiful in autumn, he'd read or walk around, sometimes with a friend or the girl from the tea shop. He never spent much time at home or talking about his homelife or childhood, not even with his best friend. He'd just live in the moment and do what he could to help out his friends. As he got older some left the area, he stayed and watched them leave, one by one. He hoped his best friend wouldn't go, he cared about her more than anyone else. Eventually she did, he remains in contact with her, they've been friends for almost seven years, they talk about most of everything and plan to be friends until the end of time. His home life after all of this, he still did the same things as when he was younger. His parents always working and siblings off doing their own things. He'd spend more time outside then before, the autumn air and how the park looked during that season had him out the most, most days he was gone for atleast ten hours just relaxing in the park.
That's a secret:
Theme Song:
Plush - Stone Temple Pilots
And I feel that time's a wasted go
So where ya going to tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And I feel it
Where ya going for tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
And I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And she feels it
Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
Other: |
6,825 | 187 | 3 | 265 | 141 | Jamie Wolfe
Getting up was always the hardest part of the day for Jamie Wolfe, even though it was into the afternoon when he finally woke up. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone in his bed, which was odd. The second thing he noticed was that he definitely had too much to drink the night before. He didn't even remember who he had been with or how much he had drank. James turned over and came face to face with a girl he barely recognized. Images came back from the night before, he had been at a party and this one girl had been flirting with him, that's all he remembered. Turned out he had taken her home with him apparently. She stirred and finally opened her eyes to meet his. Unlike him, she must not have had enough to drink because she smiled and bit her lower lip, saying how amazing the night before had been.
Jamie decided to bullshit it and he grinned back, saying he had a great time too. The girl who's name he did not remember seemed like she was going to continue what they had been doing the night before when James' phones went off on his nightstand. Wolfe sighed and pushed the girl away gently and squinted at his cell's screen. It was a text from Ariel, saying it was time to meet up for the road trip.
"Aw shit, sorry, uh-" James wasn't able to recall the girl's name. "I'm leaving town today and I totally forgot about it, you're gonna have to leave." The girl's face dropped and he could practically feel her disappointment. Yeah, it was definitely a dick move but he had things to do. Most of the girls he brought home weren't happy when they left his house in the morning.
After the girl collected her things and stormed out, Jamie took a shower and dressed himself in black shorts and a red tank top. Ending up in the dining room, he noticed his Grandma was home. She told him that his friend Katie had just left and that Grandad was out golfing with some of his friends. James kindly reminded her that the girl was not Katie. Katie had been an old childhood friend who he hadn't seen in years. Grandmas seemed to be losing her memory, sadly. Jamie smiled through it and gave her a hug and reminded her to take her pills that he left on the kitchen table for her.
Wolfe was glad he had packed the weekend before and his bags were waiting in the trunk of his car. He slid into his car and took a moment to breathe, which was rare. Thoughts of what was to come during the trip, the people he would be acquainted with and the decisions he had to make afterwards. It could seem like a small thing really, considering the whole big picture. But really, it was huge, the job path he chose would altar his life indefinitely. Marines or mechanics, the question drummed in the back of his head as he drove quite speedily to Ariel's house.
Pulling into the driveway, Jamie noticed that some people had already arrived. Not that it was a big deal really, he wasn't exactly known for his punctuality. Before he left the car he fumbled around in his glove compartment until his hand found purchase on a pack of cigarettes and dragged it out. He used a lighter taken from his pocket to light a cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke. He stuffed the pack into his pocket and vowed this would be the only time he would smoke that week. Sure, smoking occasionally calmed his hyperactive and overthinking brain, but he knew the shit was bad for him. He made sure to stomp out the butt before entering the house, knowing most of his friends hated the smell of smoke.
James didn't bother knocking on the front door and instead just let himself in. Once in clear view of everyone he cleared his throat and took a bow, "ladies -especially the ladies- and gentlemen, you lives have just gotten better, James freakin' Wolfe has entered the building."
Straightening from his bow, he made sure to keep a straight face so they would think he was being serious, he nailed it, even adding a devilish glint in his eyes. "I smell cookies," he noted happily. Jamie sauntered over to the assembled group of friends and stuck a finger into the bowl of cookie dough to retrieve a fat gob of deliciousness and stuffed it into his mouth. "What's up babes?" He asked aloud after chewing, referring to everyone in the room and not just the girls. | Jamie Wolfe
"The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.
"-Eleanor Roosevelt
Jamie Lucas Wolfe
Nickname: James: Pretty much everyone calls him this, he adopted after being picked on as a kid because "Jamie" was apparently too feminine.
Jamie: Only his grandparents and people trying to annoy him call him by his true name.
Birth date and age: 1/19/98, Age 18
Sexuality: Heterosexual
In Depth Appearance:
Jamie stands at a solid height of 6'1" and weighs around 180lb. He has an athletic build, with enough muscle to show that he definitely works out. His hair is naturally a milk chocolate brown, but he dyed the top of it bleached blonde. His eyes are a dark chocolate brown, and stand out when his blonde hair is showing. He has a tattoo on his chest and a half sleeve on his left forearm. His chest tattoo is a heart shape with Roman numerals integrated in, the colors blue and red are shown. On his arm, a tiger is featured, as well as a compass and roses.
Personality:
• Thrill-Seeker • ADHD • Extreme • Life-loving •
Jamie's been described as crazy, an asshole, douchebag, hilarious, you name it. He's extreme on all ends of the spectrum. Never the type to stay still, James seeks adventure and the beautiful things in life. With a great sense of humor and wit, he has a smooth charm with a devilish hint mixed it. To most, he seems like a smartass, douche, with no filter. His brain is always working overtime, and his tongue holds nothing back. Surprisingly it takes a lot to set him off, but once he reaches that point, you'd better hold on. The only time you'll see the sweet, caring side of him is when he's with his grandparents or in the presence of small children, and maybe close friends occasionally. James' reputation with girls makes most people think he's some sort of player. Which is pretty much true. He's never had a solid girlfriend, but many girls at his school regret to say he's slept with them. Why they fall for the persona he puts up is beyond him but it works. Deep down, he actually craves a real relationship, but he probably wouldn't be a great boyfriend, considering his personality and track record with women. Wolfe has a serious problem with authority, and hates people who think thy are better than him without any knowledge of who he actually is. People assume he's this burnout who can't keep him mouth shut, so sometimes he just plays the part. Jamie just wants to make something out of himself. He wants someone he can be close to, and feel something real besides an occasional adrenaline rush.
Likes:
Parties
Music: Specifically hark rock like: Three Days Grace, Linkin Park, Papa Roach, Our Last Night
Drinking
Anything that gets his heart racing and adrenaline pumping
Girls, how he manages to get them with his crazy douchebag persona is a mystery to most.
James fell in love with cars at a young age
Dislikes:
Anything quiet or slow
People who can't take a joke
Authority and people with a superiority complex
Cherries and anything flavored like them
James absolutely despises drunk drivers
Fears:
Anything with rectangular pupils creep him out.
Becoming a burnout or living some average and mundane life.
Sleeping, James is an insomniac because when he does manage to sleep he is prone to getting awful nightmares and once in a blue moon, night terrors.
Biography:
From the few, foggy memories James has of his parents, he gathered that they had loved him dearly. Sadly, he could only think back to those simpler times in brief pictures and short clips. Like his favorite memory of them; he was being pushed on a swing by his father. Everythime the swing would rush backwards he would look over his shoulder to see his father smiling at him and James would giggle gleefully. When he was pitches forward he was greeted by his mother's beautiful face making silly expressions at him until he would get close enough and she would tickle his tummy. In the present day, he can only grip on to that one memory and a vague remembrance of their faces. He was five years old when they tragically died in a freak car accident. Jamie had been at home with a babysitter while his parents were out on a date for their anniversary. Coming home, they were in a front end collision with a drunk driver. The man had been swerving in his lane and smashed into them at 70 miles an hour. Medical professionals claimed they died instantly, not that James cared about the degree to which they died. At the ripe age of five, death was a foreign concept, and it didn't really sink in for a while. He was just told that Mama and Daddy were on vacation for a while and he was going to have to stay with his grandparents. May and Gary Wolfe took great care of him, even in their old age. Growing up, Jamie received nothing but love and was spoiled constantly. He grew up in an amazing home, Gary had been the CEO of a multi-million dollar company which not only allowed him to retire early, but left him with a hefty amount of cash in the bank. By the time James hit his teenage years, he became redical. He was angry at the universe from taking his parents away from him, and he acted out in school because of it. At the point, his grandparents were in their late seventies and couldn't keep a proper eye on him. Despite his punk behavior in school and the partying and the drugs, he always treated his grandparents with the tenderest love. Deep down he hated that he was doing what he was doing, because he knew his parents would have wanted him to be a better person. Not that it mattered what they would have thought, they were fucking gone.
Things sort of calmed down by his junior year of high school. He was actually focused on doing well in school and his teachers realized that he was actually really freaking smart. If he had put more effort in and really cracked down on his studies, he could have easily gotten straight A's. Instead he got average B's, but Hell that was way better than the D's and E's he had been recieving beforehand. Things looked like they were turning around from the young Wofle, he even managed to land himself a job as an assistant in an auto shop in town. Jamie learned here the ins and outs of cars, and also found a love for them. Using his grandfather's money, he bought a luxury car at 17 years old. He bought it used, but used his new skills learned from his apprenticeship to fix it up.
With the road trip coming up, James is excited, not that he'd show it. He figures it's one last hurray before he has to put his big boy pants on and make something out of himself. He also wants to confide in his friends on whether he should join the Marines or pursue his love for cars. Either way, big decisions are ahead and Jamie Wolfe is low key stressing out.
His insomnia and nightmares/terrors
Theme Song:
I Am Machine - Three Days Grace
Here's to being human, all the pain and suffering, there's beauty in the bleeding, and least you feel something.
Other: James is left handed, drives a 2016 BMW M3, and hates cake. |
6,826 | 187 | 4 | 1,570 | 4,051 | Sᴀɴᴛᴏs
Gia had been excited for this trip for weeks, she had packed, unpacked, and then repacked all of her clothes at least once in the hustle and bustle of what to pack and what to wear. This morning she sat at the kitchen table as her mother painted her nails, she would have done it herself, but her mother insisted. She wanted them to have this small bonding moment before she was set off to leave for a long trip. Her mother carefully painted streaks of red across the girl's nails, her petite hands held in hers. A smile was spread across Gia's face, when all of a sudden her phone buzzed in her purse at the kitchen counter.
"Papa!" Gia exclaimed, her eyes widened in impatience. She didn't want to ruin her manicure to answer the phone, but she wanted to know what she was being texted in case it had something to do with the trip. "Papa! Can you please read the message on my phone to me?" Mr. Santos could be heard getting up from the living room couch as he walked over to the bag and reached in grabbing out the phone. Sliding his finger across he read it out loud:
Guys, its time. get over here. me n Lizzy have cookies.
~*~Kitten~*~
"Papa you didn't have to read all of it like that." Gia said embarrassed slightly. Her father began to snoop around in her phone looking at her other messages as a shriek slipped from Gia's lips as both her parents let out chuckles. He slipped her phone back into her purse, and kissed her forehead lovingly. "We will miss you around here my love." he said, and Gia shook her head, "I will be home before you know it." she stated. Her mother squeezing her hand before letting it go. "You're all done, but let it dry a little. Dad will drop you off in the car at Ariel's." Standing up, along with her mother who was about the same size as her, Gia kissed both of her cheeks. "Thank you mama." she cooed, waiting around slightly for her nails to dry, the excitement bubbling.
After saying her goodbyes to her little sisters and older brother, she was in the car. Her father began telling her all the things she shouldn't and should be doing on the trip. "Giovanna are you listening to me?" he questioned, her hands busy pinning up her hair and placing a red bandanna on. Between her teeth was a bobby pin, "Yes papa!" she clenched, as her eye brows furrowed. Didn't he see she was a little busy at the moment? She knew it was serious by the use of her full name, something that was reserved for serious moments. After she pinned her hair she looked at her father and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I will be safe, I will call every once in awhile, and I will have fun and take pictures too." they exchanged looks as they pulled in front of Ariel's house, a silent moment before getting out of the car. Her father took out her suitcase from the back and pulled out the handle, handing it to her as he pulled her into a tight embrace.
Walking up the front, Gia knew she was a bit late. "I'm hereeee!" Gia sang excitedly as she walked in, leaving her suitcase outside the front door. She turned to see everyone and gave a cheesy grin as she went around giving big hugs to everyone. She usually would kiss everyone's cheeks but her lipstick had been also applied in the car and was still able to be smudged. Her eyes widened spotting the cookies the two girls had made as she helped herself to one, taking a look at everyone with bright eyes. | Gɪᴏᴠᴀɴɴᴀ Sᴀɴᴛᴏs
"Don't limit me based on my past, I'm constantly surprising myself and I'll surprise you too."
Seventeen + Female + Heterosexual
Wɪᴅᴇ ᴇʏᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ
F U L L N A M E
Giovanna Marie Santos.
Goes by Gia by most of her friends and family.
A G E
Seventeen. June 16th.
G E N D E R
Female.
B I R T H P L A C E
Giovanna was originally born in Manaus, Brazil. Her family which included her Grandfather, Father, Mother, Brother, and two younger sisters- moved to the United States when she was just shy of seven years old. They first moved to the Bronx, in New York City. About 7 years after did they realize that the area was just far too crowded and expensive in comparison to their city on the water back in Brazil. That being said they moved to their current small town and have been there ever since. The perfect mix of city and country for the Santos family.
Sᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ
A P P E A R A N C E
Gia is a Hispanic woman, specifically Brazilian. She is very petite at around 5ft 2, weighing between 110-115lbs depending on what holiday season with the most food it is. Her skin tone is fairly light, but can get pretty dark when she is outside in the sun. Both her eyes and hair are a very dark brown. Almost always seen wearing a shade of red lipstick, ever since she was allowed to in middle school. Her mother treats her to manicures and pedicures practically every weekend, the two bond over it and enjoy the pampering.
S C A R S / T A T T O O S / P I E R C I N G S
Gia has her nose and her ears pierced. She has a scar on her leg from when she got caught on the top points of a fence while she was climbing over it. She doesn't have a tattoo yet, but her mother says she can get one when she graduates high school, being the first in her family to graduate high school.
C L O T H I N G S T Y L E
Gia can be seen in formal cocktail dresses or over sized sweaters with black leggings. She loves fashion but more often prefers comfort over style. She loves accessorizing and she always wears a watch her grandfather gave her, though it has stopped working many years ago.
Sᴘɪɴ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ
S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Single.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Outgoing. Absent Minded. Traditional. Over Dramatic. Silly.
If you're looking for a silly time filled with laughs, Giovanna is your girl. She is always looking for fun, even during the most mundane events- like grocery shopping. Very friendly and outgoing, wanting everyone to join in and be having a good time. She's an amazing party host and first in line for a good time. However, life isn't always fun and games and when it hits Gia she breaks down and becomes very dramatic and over reactive about everything. Every problem is always world ending when it comes to Gia.
L I K E S
Dancing
Summer time weather
Learning new things
Makeovers
Cooking
Interior design
D I S L I K E S
Bossy people
Being woken up early
Party poopers
When she can't think of a word in English
Silence
The smell of too much perfume
Cᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ
H I S T O R Y
"Estar a sombra da bananeira."
Roughly translated into "sitting under the shade of a banana tree" but to the Portuguese, it means that you have no worries. This was the type of attitude Giovanna was raised under. Born to Juan and Natalia Santos in the city of Manaus, Brazil. They lived in the country until Gia was about six years old and then they came to America settling in the Bronx of New York City, of all places. They brought along Gia's older brother, two younger sisters, and her Grandfather on her father's side.
The Bronx wasn't exactly the America that the Santos family had envisioned, so they packed up and left again to the smaller town. Here they made it along just fine, getting a small home and making it by with basic jobs. Gia was spoiled endlessly by both her parents as much as they could offer. She very rarely was in trouble, or told that she couldn't do anything she set her mind to. School was a challenge to the very absent minded Gia but with her great group of friends she knew she could make it through.
S E C R E T
Had a pregnancy scare back in the Bronx, one of the bigger reasons the family moved.
Aɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ. Gᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ. Wᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?
T H E M E S O N G
Oh Wonder - Lose It
Loose up we break the scene
One step deep as you fall to me
Heart clap, we skip a beat
Count one, two, three
E X T R A
Has a small bird named Pasa. |
6,827 | 187 | 5 | 968 | 6,714 | Jace Holdbrooke
Jace had been up for at least two hours now, and with his parents out of the house, he quickly made himself a bowl of cereal before taking a quick shower, getting dressed and heading out the door, skateboard in hand. And then it hit him. There was SOMETHING going on today. But what that something was... what was it? It was at that moment his phone buzzed in his right pocket Pulling it out and seeing the brightly lit screen, he clicked on the notification, seeing the text from the one and only Ariel. Why did she want them all over at her place? A huge orgy, maybe? That would be different. Definitely something Liz wouldn't have agreed to. And then it hit him. The road trip. He quickly ran upstairs as the skateboard hit the floor in his rush, grabbing the duffle bag full of random things from inside his closet before running back down and picking his skateboard up again. His mother came out of the room at that time, a tired look on her face. "Road trip. Heading to Ari's. See you next year," he said jokingly, shutting the door behind hisself.
He placed his skate-board on the ground, pushing off with his left leg, sending him off in a quick motion down the hill from his house. The wind going blowing through his untamable hair, he would let a smile cross his face. He was getting out of this place with his friends. No parents, no teachers, no form of authority period. Unless you considered Alex. Somehow he always seemed to make sure everything was in check. All in all, it took him ten minutes to get to Ariels place, not living far from there. He walked in without a formality of walking or ringing the door bell, setting his things by the door. "Guess who, babes?!"
Following his nose, he would wind up in the kitchen, the smell of the cookies drawing him in. Picking one up of the plate on the counter and taking a bite, he would nod his head in approval before rubbing Ariel on the top of the head and giving Lizzy a quick teasing kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for the snacks, mom," he said with a laugh. Man did he love to give her hell. It was then that he spotted Gia. "Gia baby!" He opened his arms wide in a goofy way before giving her a hug and a short wave to Alex and a 'sup bro' nod to Jaimie. | Serafina Ariel Gray
“I've learned that we're all entitled to have our secrets.” –Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
Wasting Away ~ Decyfer Down | Supposed To Be ~ Icon For Hire | Dear Agony ~ Breaking Benjamin | Mz. Hyde ~ Halestorm
Serafina Ariel Gray
Nickname:
"Ariel. Nothing more, nothing less."
-Ariel is the girls most common nickname, though is actually what she goes by. It's pronounced R-E-L.
-Sarah, a shortened version of her first name. She hates it, though has no idea why.
-Kitten/Kitty: She strangely likes this one, as it was derived one day by her friends when she hissed at them and since then, they have pointed out how similar she is or isn't to a cat.
Birth date and age: August 13th, 1999. Age Seventeen.
Sexuality: Bi-Demi. (Ariel is bisexual, but only has true feeling for people whom she has a emotional connection with.)
In Depth Appearance:
"I'll stop wearing black when they come out with a darker color."
Ariels style is described as Grunge or borderline Emo. The young woman dresses selectively in all black the majority of the time, though will occasionally wear white or other dark colors. Skinny jeans are her favorite things for bottoms, though she can be found wearing shorts that are considered perhaps a little too short. Her hair is a dark brown, sometimes confused for black, and can be seen worn down or in a braid, perhaps in a ponytail when doing strenuous activities. Her bangs are what some may call choppy, and have no particular form, constantly swept to the left side of her face.
Makeup is something that Ariel is not a stranger to. Of course she isn’t going to spend four hours on the task in the morning, but eyeliner is practically one of the girls best friends, along with her mascara.
The young woman has a tattoo of an flying eagle in the middle of her lower arm.
• Feisty • Sarcastic • Socially Awkward •
"I've been called a comical bitch and violently funny, so that counts for something."
On the outside looking in, Ariel is one of the most happy, socially awkward people that you could ever meet. Always saying something goofy, and having a way with words, the girl is the type to almost always have a smile on her face and is not quick to get angered. Having slight social anxiety is perhaps the reason for her social awkwardness, which causes her to say really random things. Ariel is the type of girl that may come off as a bitch, but she's the blunt kind of girl that when she says something mean, it's funny. Some may say that the girl is violent, with her outbursts of random, crazy, violent sayings but she probably won't choke you with a marshmellow. However, that's the coverup that she puts on.
The truth is, Serafina suffers from depression. The girl tends to keep her emotions bottled inside and simply do her best to release them through her blogs,videos,and music. She simply don't take any medication for it because she is to ashamed to talk about it, causing her to put on an act. Being socially awkward, it is hard for Ariel to express herself unless she is behind a screen, and, in fact, is shy when it comes to meeting new people. Of course, you may think how is she brave with all of this going on inside of her, but she's brave in a different way than you think. Ariel is brave enough to face the day starting out with a positive attitude no matter how bad she knows it's going to be.
The young woman hates drama, gossip, and any other thing of the sort. She can typically be seen hanging out with the guys at school, because she considers females to much drama. Of course, if you ask her how she is doing, you will receive a great and a goof thumbs up. Not being able to express herself truthfully angers her to no end, though, just like her true feelings, she doesn't let it show. In short, the girl is a half read book. To know her, you must first know the whole story.
Likes & Dislikes◄
"Music is my drug and your opinion was never asked, darling."
Likes:
~Rock Music - Various bands such as Halestorm, Breaking Benjamin, Greenday, Icon For Hire, Mayday Parade, etc.
~Blogging - Ariel is a writer and has had her blog since the age of thirteen. As it turns out, people actually like it and she now has over 3k followers on the thing.
~Climbing anything.
~Youtube - Not only does the girl spend endless hours on the site, but she also has a youtube channel who people also like! 5k followers on this one. What can she say, she lives in a big city!
~Doing covers of her bands songs, which, of course, go on the youtube channel.
~Books - Someone take me to Barnes and Noble pleeeaaasssee."
~Playing various instruments - Ariel plays the acoustic and electric guitar, piano and a little bit of the violin.
~Science - Biology, mainly, but also astronomy.
~Dancing - Ariel mixes ballet and pop dancing together. These videos well, you get the point.
Dislikes:
~Being told to act like a lady.
~People judging her based on appearance and/or music taste.
~People just simply assuming what she feels or is going to do next. "Like, I'm sorry, but you don't know me like that, 'kay?"
~Bands like those of One Direction.
~Romance movies. Twilight is the worst.
~Hot drinks/Flat soda.
~Un-loyal people.
~Pink
~Crying in front of others - Ariel sees this as a sign of weakness and read somewhere once that it actually defies science.
Fears & Phobias
-Not being able to see the stars.
-Snakes
-Crowds/New people.
-People finding out about her depression.
Biography:
"Momma please forgive me, for Daddy says it's all my fault."
Serafina Ariel Gray was born in this small town to the parents known as Marianna and Trillian Gray. Marriana was a surgeon and Trillian was, and is, a respectable member of the community, and one of the best lawyers around. However, just like with Ariel, that is not the true story about the man. Marianna thought that the man was great, they married just two years before their daughter was born, and the two were madly in love at the time. Trillian was a loving father up until the time that Ariel was five, and then something inside the man just... changed. When Ariel came home from school on the bus, she assumed that her father was just upset shouting about a case, just as he usually did at times. What she walked in on was horrible. Her mother was in the floor, her arms shielding her face as her father hit her over and over. There was various holes in the walls, and many of the families pictures had fallen to the floor, the glass broken. Not understanding what was going on, tears started to wet the little girls face. "Mommy," she said, her voice scared and shaking. Both of her parents turned to look at her, her mother getting up with a tear soaked face as well, rushing to her and wrapping her in a hug.
These episodes went on until Ariel was the age of nine. Fed up with her father's ways, the little girl did her best to get in between her parents. The man instead unleashed his anger on her, and this was the first time that Ariel felt her fathers wrath. Her mother did her best to stop him as well, and in the end, he did, but not before bruises had formed on Ariels skin. This happened on and off until the age of 12 -perhaps every three months or so-, when Marianna was killed in a car crash. It was this night that the girl seen that side of her father once more, multiplied.
It was at the age of thirteen that she tried to break away, and find a release for what she was feeling inside. Turning to her music more and more, Ariel also created a blog and a youtube channel with her dancing and singing. She started to draw and climb trees, staying outside of that dreaded house as long as she could. She took up baby sitting jobs and began to save her own money to do things. It was at the age of fourteen that she realized she was truly depressed. Her school life was horrible and filled with bullies, and most of all, she couldn't understand her father. How could he function and be so normal outside of the home, but yet a monster within?
It was at the age of sixteen when Ariel officially stood up for herself. When her father hit her that night, she simply pulled a knife on him. "So help me, if you lay one more hand on me I will make sure you never do it again. You may be my father, but you haven't earned the right to do this to me." Just as usual, tears were running down her face. Trillians facial expression changed from anger, to fear, to sorrow. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. Disgusted with what she seen before her she slammed the knife down on the counter and ran to her room. This was the last time that her father beat her.
Secret: Her Depression and her situation with her father.
Serafina 'Ariel' Gray
"If you can't hang, then there's the door, baby." ~ If You Can't Hang ~ Sleeping With Sirens
☯ ||Acquaintances|| ☺ ||Friends|| εїз ||Best Friends|| ♡ ||Love Interest|| ☠ || Enemies
Symbol Serafina Ariel Gray Symbol
"What do I think of myself? I'm not sure if you want to know the actual answer to that question."
Deeper Thoughts/other
Symbol Giovanna Marie Santos Symbol
"Thoughts on Relation."
Deeper Thoughts/other
☺ ♡ Alex Hill ☺ ♡
"Um.. i-it's Alex. That's all I really have to say."
Ariel has probably always been one of -if not the- closest to Alex. Both of them are secretive, and this causes their relationship to only get so far. Despite that, they have had a few in depth conversations once or twice before. Ariel thinks she has the slightest feelings for the young man, but isn't sure.
εїз Elizabeth Jones εїз "My sister from another mister. Mess with her, I will literally kill you. Love ya sis."
Ariel and Liz have been through hell and back together. Ariel is slightly aware of her friends situation, and Liz acts like a mother toward her, allowing for them to pick and tease at each other.
Symbol Jason Scott Holbrooke Symbol
"Thoughts on Relation."
Deeper Thoughts/other
Symbol Cassandra Rowley Symbol
"Thoughts on Relation."
Deeper thoughts/Other.
☺ ♡ Jamie Wolffe ☺ ♡
"The only fuck boy I would ever actually bother with."
Ariel knows she has been crushing on Jamie for the longest time now, despite his overly flirtatious ways and rebellious acts. The two have been in a few situations where they have taken over, and make jokes about each others love lives. Unfortuantly, Ariel is scared that Jamie only sees her as the little sister type.
Jason 'Jace' Scott Holbrooke
"Why So Serious?" - The Joker
Jason Scott Holbrooke
Nickname:
"I'm pretty sure my parents hate me to name me what they did. That's why I created my own identity.
-Jace: This is what the young man likes to go by, hating his whole name in General.
-Scotty: "Bro, just don't call me that. It's ridiculous."
Birth date and age: December 22nd. Age Eighteen.
Sexuality: "'Sup cutie?"
Heterosexual.
In Depth Appearance:
"Can you even deny my natural fabulousness?" -strikes some weird ass pose-
Jace has very dark brown hair that is almost considered black containing quite a few layers in it. He keeps it messy, and it usually hits his shoulders or hangs just above them. It can occasionally look a bit chopped up too. His eyes are green, though in certain lights they can appear as though they're tinted another color. He stands at five feet and eight inches tall, and his weight is about one hundred and fifty one pounds.
Jace is quite a big fan of tattoos and has them on his arms as well as underneath his neck. He's even started to move onto his legs. He's almost always wearing skinny jeans. He owns quite a few t-shirts and tanks, though he can usually be seen shirtless. His wrists are always covered in rubber bracelets sporting various bands.
Personality:
• Cocky • Caring • Hot-headed • Rebellious
Jace is a guy that stick out like a sore thumb when it comes to how he acts. He has a loud personality, and when he speaks, people hear him. The young man is a rebellious creature, graffitiing random things around town and defying figures of authority just about any chance he can get. Anyone who has ever met Jace can tell you that he's short-tempered, and is easily angered. The same people could also tell you that there is a difference in confidence and cockiness. Jace is that difference, thinking he can do just about anything better than anyone.
Despite his bad personality traits, Jace is a pretty fun guy, always cracking jokes - even if they're inappropriate. Under all of his acting as if he doesn't care, he really does, especially about his friends.
Likes:
Spray painting random things
Punk/Alternative Bands: Panic! At The Disco, Falling in Reverse, etc.
Skateboarding
Flirting
Writing random song lyrics everywhere.
Dislikes:
Being told to act like a gentleman.
Being told to wear a shirt.
Being told to stop his creative process.
Being told not to flirt.
Being told not to write random song lyrics everywhere.
Basically being told anything that doesn't go along with who he is or what he like to do.
Fears:
Biography: At least one well written paragraph on your characters life.
Secret:
Theme Song:
Name of Song - Artist
A Few Lyrics here
Other: |
6,828 | 187 | 6 | 2,261 | 5,178 | Elizabeth Jones
Alex was the first to enter. Lizzy gave him a smile and greeted him with a "Good Morning,". Alex joking mentioned permission slips and Lizzy couldn't help but chuckle slightly as Alex ate a cookie straight-faced before arguing with, "Hey! I'm the responsible person on this trip I have no need for a form," and putting on an equally serious face and jokingly glaring down Alex before turning an accusing glance to Ariel. Lizzy was still not content with Ariel's plan to just up-'n'-leave but chose it better to not say anything.
Jethart was next to enter and Lizzy greeted him in the same way she did Alex before continuing on with, "Siblings, huh? Not that I can really sympathize, Josh Iis a sweetheart,"
Before she could go on Jamie came serenading into the room, bowung and greeting and dropping the full-of-it formal act to make a beeline for the cookies. Lizzy shook her head slightly at Jamie.
"Morning Gia!" Lizzy sung back equally as excitably, accepting the hug and giving her a squeeze of her own. Gia then went on to look at the cookie eaters with expectant hazel eyes. "Good?"
Then Jace entered the house and followed his nose to the counter before helping himself to a cookie. Lizzy was about to say something when jje swooped in to kiss her on the cheek. Lizzy shook her head, trust him to go there. He always tended to go the extra mile to tease her failure to detect most flirting, or to recognize the guy was good-looking. Lizzy looked at him expectantly as well, "They taste alright?" | Elizabeth Jones
~ Fight Inside- Red ~ Hope of Morning ~ Icon For Hire ~ Lean On Me ~ Bill Withers ~ Stronger by Kelly Clarkson ~ Dear Daughter ~ Halestorm
"We are to be brought through the fire, not left in it and you know what? To anyone that ever told you that you're no good... they're no better"-Hayley Williams
Elizabeth Courtney Jones
Nickname:
"I know I'm tiny, must you nickname me to point it out? Really?"
¤ Lizzy
¤ She's been nicknamed Mother Theresa in a joking fashion more than once
¤ Liz
¤ Mom
¤ Little Lizzy/Liz (she hates that one but it caught on, however, Phillip is the only person she actually lets use it though she will give him a playful shove at times for calling her such).
Alex ~ Momma Jones
Cass ~ Lizard; Red Riding Hood
Birth date and age:
28rd April 2000, age 16
Sexuality:
Hetreosexual
In Depth Appearance:
"I'm like a tiny firecracker I suppose, bright orange hair, tiny height. That, by no means, should make me your shoulder rest, why do people do that?"
Elizabeth's younger age in comparison to many of her friends is very obvious in regards to her height. Standing at a measly 5'0 with little hope in growing another inch let alone to average height makes her the perfect arm rest for most, much to the teen's annoyance. She possesses quite a slim build. Elizabeth's hair is, naturally, a dull blonde/brown colour, however, she keeps on top of dying it and favours a bold orange as her hair colour. Her hair reaches just below her shoulders in a choppy, layered fashion and is dead straight, Courtney doesn't have much interest in trying to curl it. Her rounded almond-shaped eyes are a deep hazel though, under different lighting, can seem lighter or, sometimes almost brown. Her skin is naturally quite light and sports very few freckles. Her lips are, too, quite pale in colour, occasionally try to use a deeper colour lipstick but just can't be bother half the time.
"I prefer to feel comfortable than look pleasing, not that I don't like dresses. I wear a bit of make-up when I can be bothered but I could never get really into it like a lot of girls do,"
Despite a basic layer of natural make-up Lizzy isn't a huge wearer of it, she can't even be bothered to wear it every few days. She does, however, have some nicer stuff she uses for very special and rare occasions. As far as her style goes Lizzy dresses more for comfort than style and often opts for a loose shirt and a pair of jeans or shorts, however, she isn't afraid to wear a dress on occasions. Her pair of black converse boots are her favoured item in her wardrobe.
Personality:
• Level-headed • Sweet • Broken •
"I'm the self-proclaimed responible one on this trip, even if I am the youngest, I doubt the others would disagree that I am one of, if not the, most level-headed in the group,"
Sixteen and the voice of reason and peacekeeper among most of her friends despite being the youngest. Elizabeth is wise beyond her years and very mature and level-headed. She is often offering advice to her friends in need. She's a very kind and sweet young girl but she's not afraid to raise her voice if she doesn't agree with something. She's often asking if her friends if they are in need of anything and is always willing to drop everything to rush to a friend's side. She's a shoulder to cry on and is happy to sit and listen as someone throws all their worries and problems on her to be returned with loving words or advice. Seemingly fun-loving and good-natured Lizzy isn't particularly shy or timid, however, she's not a fan of being under the limelight and prefers to watch her loved ones shine and guide them from the sidelines. She deeply believes there's good in all people, almost to a fault, she'll be quick to point on her concerns and one's faults. She's very trusting which can leave her open for betrayal or to be used. She can come across quite clingy at times when she considers someone in need of love. Her mother-like ways can make her come across annoying at times, not that she means it.
"What me? I'm fine thanks, you know I always am but that's enough about me, how are you?"
Underneath it all, however, Elizabeth's life is a messy. Her parents recently divorced and are constantly at each other's throats for custody over Elizabeth and her younger brother. She's watched her grades, once straight As fall to Bs and Cs. She has no idea what to do with her life, or even if she would have one waiting for her. One of the reasons she's always there for others, despite it being natural to her nature, is it's one of the few things that make her feel relevent in the world. She has no idea what to do and often feels worthless. She keeps this part of her life locked away from others, quite successfully, even from her closest friends leaving it to build up in her until she finally loses it in the privacy of her room or silently in the bathroom. The last thing she want is someone finding out. She doesn't want to "burden people with her crap" so she pastes on a smile and pretend everything's ok. She laughs, she jokes around and sometimes, occasional, she believes it though it's not long before she remembers the true wreck that's her life.
Likes:
"If I had to live off 5 things I'd have a friend that I can cuddle, probably Ariel, she's practically my sister or my brother Josh, no, screw that, can my friends be one? Like all of them, just my best friends, Josh included? So my best friends including Josh, tea (lots of it), food- good food- a lot of that stuff too, my keyboard/synth thing and every decent song on the planet!"
Cuddles
Rainy days
Tea
Music of most styles, no poppy boy band please
Those rare times she forgets how in shambles her life is
Joshua, her brother
Her friends
Singing, Lizzy sings a lot in privacy but tries to not in public as she considers her voice to be terrible, however, she usually fails and ends up singing softly to herself.
Playing music- Lizzy can play the piano/keyboard quite well which she claims surprising as she cannot coordinate her hands to do different things at once.
Dislikes:
Her parent's constant bickering over her and her brother
Wet socks
Fake tan, both the product itself and the look of it on people.
Lack of food
Sleeping in. Odd, yes but she hates it.
Drunk people
Being in the limelight
Fears:
"Just not spiders. No. Those things are scary! Snakes and bugs and insects are fine just not spiders"
Being alone in the world
Being unrelevant to the world
Spiders, just no. Snakes and other insects she has no problem with she just can't do spiders.
Biography:
"I mean I was an accident but I'm trying to be a good one,"
Elizabeth was born into this world an accident. Hannah, her mother, was only approaching her 16th year when she fell pregnant with the son of James, her then boyfriend, now ex-husband. Hannah's parents were extremely disappointed with their daughter and at the beginning of her pregnancy they couldn't so much as look at her without expressing shame. Luckily, they came through in the end. Being heavily against abortion they left Hannah with no choice but to continue the pregnancy and put the child up for adoption, which was their plan throughout the whole pregnancy. It was at 3am on a rainy April morning that Elizabeth graced the world with her presence 5 weeks early. For Hannah it was a long at painful birth but as much as her and James attempted to force the idea to stick in their minds neither could give up their tiny, very tiny for that matter, bundle of joy.
Under the watchful eyes of two sets of grandparents and her parents, who continued their studies, from quite a young age Elizabeth had no choice but to learn to adjust to different schedules and routines easily. She never posed to be a problem and would only throw the occasional temper tantrum when didn't get her way. It wasn't long, however, before she grew out of it. From a very young age she proved to be a sweet and loving little girl and never got over her love for hugs.
Elizabeth was 5, not far off 6, when her parents married. Even now she can recall the day to almost precise detail and claims it to be one of her fondest memories. It was only weeks after Hannah and James returned from their honeymoon they discovered Hannah was once again pregnant and on the September of that year she gave birth to a healthy young boy they called Joshua. From there was all happy families for quite a few years. Hannah and James were deep in love and loved their children even more. Elizabeth adored Josh and the pair got along really well. It all just worked, alas, that happiness was not made to last.
It was drunkenness that first led to Elizabeth's parents' fighting. She was 13 when it all started. There would be screaming, the slamming of doors, insults and breaking bottles, sometimes even yelps in pain. As the drunken pair fought into the night. Elizabeth would crawl into her brother's bed, hold him close, tell him everything was going to be okay (even though she didn't believe it herself) and would sing him to sleep. It was that first night Elizabeth vowed to never get drunk in fear of coming to the state of her parents. As time went on the couple no longer need the aid of alcohol to fuel their anger but the tiniest disagreements snowballed into huge fights. I wasn't until only months before the roadtrip that they finally divorced but now they continuously fight over custody of Lizzy and Josh and she hates it.
Secret:
She keeps silent about how broken she actually is and has done so successfully. On top of that she mentioned her parent's divorce as something that just happens and hasn't told anyone about the drinking and fighting.
Theme Song:
Hope of Morning ~ Icon For Hire
Try as I might to keep it together
Why is recovery taking forever?
Fool the whole world, just until I get better
I'm terrified I'll be faking forever
On and on, I wonder what went wrong inside my head
I don't have to have the answers, but tonight I wish I did
All the pain I can't explain away won't fade
All the secrets silenced by the shame
Other:
* She has quite an amazing voice and uses it often yet doesn't think it to be too great
* A big trigger in Lizzy's feeling of worthlessness was one of the first nights her parents fought. Her parent both screeching at each other their wishes the 'accident' never happened. Of course, they meant it in regards to each other and not their only daughter but it's still a common force pushing Lizzy's mind to remind her she's nothing but a mistake, an accident. |
6,829 | 187 | 7 | 792 | 4,390 | CASS ROWLEY
Her bags had been packed and in the trunk of her car for days now. She was so ready for this.
The text message was like a message from above, even if she took issue with the little 'nickname' that was so associated with her in the group text field. Cass had been waiting for such a message for days now, knowing only that a supposed road trip was coming but not the exact day and date. Because she couldn't schedule her work schedule around this, this meant she still had to suffer through the indignity of holding down a thankless job carting around food and taking orders for people. But the message came through. And with it Cass had to let out a smirk.
This trip was just the excuse she needed to do what she wanted to do from the first day she put on her little apron and didn't get tipped by stingy customers. Cass Rowley was going to quit her job. It wouldn't be the first time and she doubted it would be the last, assuming she took another job again. Who knew what the future held, let alone if she would even come back after the road trip. A lot could happen on the road.
As soon as the message was received, Cass removed her apron and tossed it to the side. As she did, another waitress was heading out to the floor with a tray of food. "Hey, let me take this one, yeah?" Cass stopped the waitress, relieving the poor girl of her responsibilities. Cass didn't care if what she was going to do would reflect badly on her co-worker; she hadn't even remembered the girl's name and she hadn't exactly tried to befriend Cass either. No harm, no foul.
With a tray of food in hand, with one plate containing a burger and another a patty melt, with a milkshake on the tray as well, Cass stepped out onto the floor to the couple that had just wanted a nice lunch. "Patty melt?" Cass asked the table, setting it in front of the one who ordered it. Except the food didn't get set on the table. Cass mishandled the plate 'accidentally' and the patty melt slipped off the plate and dropped wholly into the guest's lap. There was an outcry, as expected, with voices being raised and the aggressive partner of the patty melt wearer getting in Cass' face. "So you don't want your bacon cheeseburger, then?" was all Cass said as she tuned out the verbal assault being levied at her. With a shrug of her shoulders she took the man's cheeseburger and bit into it herself. "Still gonna have to charge you for it, though," Cass spoke with a mouthful of meat, bun, cheese, and bacon.
The verbal assault was in danger of turning physical as the man, quite understandably pissed at this blonde waitress, stood from the booth in a threatening, squaring up sort of manner. As soon as it looked like the man was going to rush her, she grabbed the milkshake glass and jerked it forwards, splashing it onto the man's face and causing the cold vanilla mixture to drip down onto his shirt. It was a temporary gesture that only served to increase the man's volume and anger.
At this point, drawn by the shouting, the manager came rushing out to see what the commotion was all about and he sighed as he saw Cass making a scene. Cass, however, simply turned to the manager and smiled with a meaty mouth. "There you are, Mike. Just wanna let you know that I quit. Just wanted to let you know so I could do this," Cass turned back to the angry couple, took another bite of the burger, and then just dropped the rest of the contents on the plate onto the floor. Burger, fries, even a pickle. The condiments splashed on their feet, with ketchup staining the man's fancy looking leather shoes. Cass was cackling like a banshee as she fled from the scene, hurrying out onto the lot and into her car before anyone was able to restrain her.
She was driving towards Ariel's house while still enjoying the lingering taste of a shitty cheeseburger.
When she pulled up and noticed that she wasn't the first to arrive, but she was sure to be the only one to arrive in style as she pulled not onto the driveway or even next to it, but up onto the lawn. From her car came the blaring sound of angry punk music, fitting all things considered. Her excuse for parking up on the curb was simple. No parking. What would tires do to grass anyway? Not much, she figured.
Cass walked up towards the door. But rather than stop and knock and wait, she simply turned the knob and opened the front door.
"I hope your parents are in the market for some lawn care, cuz my tires came with a healthy amount of mud." She announced her presence with a booming voice, "You bitches didn't forget about me, did you?" Cass didn't even grab a cookie, instead hopping, literally hopping, over the back of a couch to take a seat, propping her feet up onto the coffee table as if she owned the place. | "I have always been more interested in experiment, than in accomplishment."-Orson Welles
Cassandra Jane Rowley
Nickname:Cass is her nickname
Birth date and age: November 14. 18 years old
Sexuality: Are human will sleep with.
In Depth Appearance:
Cass isn't trying to impress anyone with how she dresses, which might explain why she often has a sort of greasy, slovenly look about her, from t-shirts that have what people hope are drink and food stains, to jeans that long since lost their last legs, down to shoes that are run over. There's a certain madness to her outfits that somehow manages to feel just so...fitting. Her hair, golden blonde, is often stringy and unkempt while her blue eyes are striking if only because of her heavy and dark eye shadow that stands out amidst her otherwise pale complexion.
Cass is of average height at 5'5" and her lack of a strict exercise routine is quite clear from her figure, which isn't as slim and trim as is the 'ideal'. A diet of bad food will do that to a person. So long as she can make her ass fit into her jeans, she's perfectly fine with her choices. Some have called her style punk. She thinks that that is stupid as her style is just whatever. There's no style.
Personality:
• Loud• Crass • Fearless •
There's always that one person you know growing up that everyone figures will be a dropout, burnout, or behind bars because of their attitude, that person parents don't want their kids hanging out with for the most superficial of reasons, and Cass is that girl. Her reputation is almost as loud as she is, and considering the pipes she has that's quite impressive. Cass controls a room with her voice when her actions don't do it for her, though most people just find her grating, gross, or annoying. Cass has little time for the people who can't keep up with her on some level though she holds the people that give her a chance in high regard. She's never going to be the one to apologize for her actions, but she'll also be the first one to volunteer to do something that could get people into trouble. Her reputation is already in the mud, no need to drag others down with her.
Cass has an undeniable charisma about her, the same way that a front man for a band would have and though the legality and morality of her ideas stretch the limits of acceptable, one can never deny that a time with Cass is never boring. Whether or not that's a good thing is up to the individual.
And the parents were right about one thing, at least. Cass did drop out of high school.
Likes:
The Dead Milkmen. She bought an old Camaro because of the song Bitchin Camaro
Vinyl albums. Not to collect, per se. They break real good.
Macaroni and Cheese. It's the greatest food ever made. But not that Kraft crap.
Cooking and making breakfast, then uploading her Instagram with breakfast photos. It's a thing, shut up.
Making Mistakes. It doesn't matter how bad something goes, so long as you live through it and find a way to do it better.
Driving with no destination in mind.
Dislikes:
Holding down a job.
People that are indecisive
Hospitals and doctors
Law enforcement, but only when they inconvenience her.
Fruit juices. Just eat a damn fruit.
Fears:
Being imprisoned, and that's both a metaphor and literal
Hospitals. Just...just hospitals
Being forgotten
Biography:
A question many have after meeting Cass is 'was she always like that?' And the answer might come as a surprise if ever there was anyone around to hear it. Cass, born Cassandra, Rowley comes from a well off family, the type of family that has wings of a hospital or building named after them. The type of family that lives in a gated community and speaks ill about those that look different than they do. You know the type. Cass bought into the lifestyle as a child, taking the piano lessons after private school and being groomed to be a perfect little socialite, auctioned off to some other nouveau riche suitor to keep the money and conditioning well alive. It was around the start of middle school when Cass began to change. Her parents liked to blame the less fortunate as a bad influence, but it was just a matter of Cass seeing her parents and realizing that she wanted to be anything but them.
Cass attended public high school, which was about as big a slap in the face to her family as she could do without bringing home an unwanted suitor, and went to great lengths to hide her fortunate status from the others. She accomplished this by wearing clothes straight out of punk music videos, at first being a very poor poser but slowly, over time, adapting the anarchistic, wild child lifestyle for herself. All the marks were checked on the list. Smoking behind the gym. Truancy. A stint with a shitty garage band. Being thrown out of said band for thinking that their one and only gig had to end with her kicking a bigass hole in the drummer's kit. Cass embraced a life of attitude and loose morals even if it meant being cut off from her family's bank account.
Despite her grades being on the passing end of the spectrum, Cass dropped out near the end of her junior year. Because of how she acted she never relied on her parents for money (other than asking them to buy her a bitchin camaro for her sixteenth) and took up odd jobs around town, from mowing lawns with a lawn care company, to temp work, to her most recent stint as a waitress at the cheapest, and thus most popular, diner in town. She hates it, the responsibilities of working, which is why she often looks for ways to cause trouble or get fired after making enough to cover what expenses she needs, though her parents have, without her knowledge, been footing some of her bills as a potential olive branch.
Secret: She has one.
Theme Song:
Flagpole Sitta - Harvey Danger
Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a TV
Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot, cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And it's a sin, to live so well
Modify by Kniles
Tell me how I'm gonna make this work now
Everything around me wants to keep on rolling me by
And I don't wanna make it worse now
So I tear the pages out but you keep on calling me
King of the world
Ruling nothing at all
King of the world
Ruling nothing at all
I could learn to live without you
But I never could forget about you
Gotta learn to live without you
On my mind
On my mind
King of the world
Ruling nothing at all |
6,830 | 187 | 8 | 968 | 6,714 | Serafina 'Ariel' Gray
Good. Excellent. Everyone was here and accounted for. When Alex walked in and asked for permission slip, the girl couldn't help but giggle. "Oh please. Your chaperone isn't that strict." Next was Jethart. Hearing the boys remark, she continued to smile and roll her eyes. "Shut your kind, introverted mouth, silly. I'm sure everyone has everything they need, and if they don't, oh well. Ariel shrugged her shoulders. Then there was Jamie, who she quickly hugged before Gia came in and stole her away, giving everyone a hug of her own. Jace with his pat on the head that she swatted away, glaring at the boy. Next was Little Miss Flop On The Couch - Cass. Then again, Ariel couldn't say anything to the girl, it was the perfect way to get comfy.
"Okay. Here's the thing guys. I put all of our names into a randomizer and the person who's name pops up gets to close there eyes, point there finger at the map and that will be where we go. It'll happen the whole time through the trip, and everyone will get to pick one destination. So..." She pulled up the randomizer, clicking enter. Holding up the phone so everyone else could see the results she would say: "Jet, get your ass over here and pick the destination. Eyes closed." | Serafina Ariel Gray
“I've learned that we're all entitled to have our secrets.” –Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
Wasting Away ~ Decyfer Down | Supposed To Be ~ Icon For Hire | Dear Agony ~ Breaking Benjamin | Mz. Hyde ~ Halestorm
Serafina Ariel Gray
Nickname:
"Ariel. Nothing more, nothing less."
-Ariel is the girls most common nickname, though is actually what she goes by. It's pronounced R-E-L.
-Sarah, a shortened version of her first name. She hates it, though has no idea why.
-Kitten/Kitty: She strangely likes this one, as it was derived one day by her friends when she hissed at them and since then, they have pointed out how similar she is or isn't to a cat.
Birth date and age: August 13th, 1999. Age Seventeen.
Sexuality: Bi-Demi. (Ariel is bisexual, but only has true feeling for people whom she has a emotional connection with.)
In Depth Appearance:
"I'll stop wearing black when they come out with a darker color."
Ariels style is described as Grunge or borderline Emo. The young woman dresses selectively in all black the majority of the time, though will occasionally wear white or other dark colors. Skinny jeans are her favorite things for bottoms, though she can be found wearing shorts that are considered perhaps a little too short. Her hair is a dark brown, sometimes confused for black, and can be seen worn down or in a braid, perhaps in a ponytail when doing strenuous activities. Her bangs are what some may call choppy, and have no particular form, constantly swept to the left side of her face.
Makeup is something that Ariel is not a stranger to. Of course she isn’t going to spend four hours on the task in the morning, but eyeliner is practically one of the girls best friends, along with her mascara.
The young woman has a tattoo of an flying eagle in the middle of her lower arm.
• Feisty • Sarcastic • Socially Awkward •
"I've been called a comical bitch and violently funny, so that counts for something."
On the outside looking in, Ariel is one of the most happy, socially awkward people that you could ever meet. Always saying something goofy, and having a way with words, the girl is the type to almost always have a smile on her face and is not quick to get angered. Having slight social anxiety is perhaps the reason for her social awkwardness, which causes her to say really random things. Ariel is the type of girl that may come off as a bitch, but she's the blunt kind of girl that when she says something mean, it's funny. Some may say that the girl is violent, with her outbursts of random, crazy, violent sayings but she probably won't choke you with a marshmellow. However, that's the coverup that she puts on.
The truth is, Serafina suffers from depression. The girl tends to keep her emotions bottled inside and simply do her best to release them through her blogs,videos,and music. She simply don't take any medication for it because she is to ashamed to talk about it, causing her to put on an act. Being socially awkward, it is hard for Ariel to express herself unless she is behind a screen, and, in fact, is shy when it comes to meeting new people. Of course, you may think how is she brave with all of this going on inside of her, but she's brave in a different way than you think. Ariel is brave enough to face the day starting out with a positive attitude no matter how bad she knows it's going to be.
The young woman hates drama, gossip, and any other thing of the sort. She can typically be seen hanging out with the guys at school, because she considers females to much drama. Of course, if you ask her how she is doing, you will receive a great and a goof thumbs up. Not being able to express herself truthfully angers her to no end, though, just like her true feelings, she doesn't let it show. In short, the girl is a half read book. To know her, you must first know the whole story.
Likes & Dislikes◄
"Music is my drug and your opinion was never asked, darling."
Likes:
~Rock Music - Various bands such as Halestorm, Breaking Benjamin, Greenday, Icon For Hire, Mayday Parade, etc.
~Blogging - Ariel is a writer and has had her blog since the age of thirteen. As it turns out, people actually like it and she now has over 3k followers on the thing.
~Climbing anything.
~Youtube - Not only does the girl spend endless hours on the site, but she also has a youtube channel who people also like! 5k followers on this one. What can she say, she lives in a big city!
~Doing covers of her bands songs, which, of course, go on the youtube channel.
~Books - Someone take me to Barnes and Noble pleeeaaasssee."
~Playing various instruments - Ariel plays the acoustic and electric guitar, piano and a little bit of the violin.
~Science - Biology, mainly, but also astronomy.
~Dancing - Ariel mixes ballet and pop dancing together. These videos well, you get the point.
Dislikes:
~Being told to act like a lady.
~People judging her based on appearance and/or music taste.
~People just simply assuming what she feels or is going to do next. "Like, I'm sorry, but you don't know me like that, 'kay?"
~Bands like those of One Direction.
~Romance movies. Twilight is the worst.
~Hot drinks/Flat soda.
~Un-loyal people.
~Pink
~Crying in front of others - Ariel sees this as a sign of weakness and read somewhere once that it actually defies science.
Fears & Phobias
-Not being able to see the stars.
-Snakes
-Crowds/New people.
-People finding out about her depression.
Biography:
"Momma please forgive me, for Daddy says it's all my fault."
Serafina Ariel Gray was born in this small town to the parents known as Marianna and Trillian Gray. Marriana was a surgeon and Trillian was, and is, a respectable member of the community, and one of the best lawyers around. However, just like with Ariel, that is not the true story about the man. Marianna thought that the man was great, they married just two years before their daughter was born, and the two were madly in love at the time. Trillian was a loving father up until the time that Ariel was five, and then something inside the man just... changed. When Ariel came home from school on the bus, she assumed that her father was just upset shouting about a case, just as he usually did at times. What she walked in on was horrible. Her mother was in the floor, her arms shielding her face as her father hit her over and over. There was various holes in the walls, and many of the families pictures had fallen to the floor, the glass broken. Not understanding what was going on, tears started to wet the little girls face. "Mommy," she said, her voice scared and shaking. Both of her parents turned to look at her, her mother getting up with a tear soaked face as well, rushing to her and wrapping her in a hug.
These episodes went on until Ariel was the age of nine. Fed up with her father's ways, the little girl did her best to get in between her parents. The man instead unleashed his anger on her, and this was the first time that Ariel felt her fathers wrath. Her mother did her best to stop him as well, and in the end, he did, but not before bruises had formed on Ariels skin. This happened on and off until the age of 12 -perhaps every three months or so-, when Marianna was killed in a car crash. It was this night that the girl seen that side of her father once more, multiplied.
It was at the age of thirteen that she tried to break away, and find a release for what she was feeling inside. Turning to her music more and more, Ariel also created a blog and a youtube channel with her dancing and singing. She started to draw and climb trees, staying outside of that dreaded house as long as she could. She took up baby sitting jobs and began to save her own money to do things. It was at the age of fourteen that she realized she was truly depressed. Her school life was horrible and filled with bullies, and most of all, she couldn't understand her father. How could he function and be so normal outside of the home, but yet a monster within?
It was at the age of sixteen when Ariel officially stood up for herself. When her father hit her that night, she simply pulled a knife on him. "So help me, if you lay one more hand on me I will make sure you never do it again. You may be my father, but you haven't earned the right to do this to me." Just as usual, tears were running down her face. Trillians facial expression changed from anger, to fear, to sorrow. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. Disgusted with what she seen before her she slammed the knife down on the counter and ran to her room. This was the last time that her father beat her.
Secret: Her Depression and her situation with her father.
Serafina 'Ariel' Gray
"If you can't hang, then there's the door, baby." ~ If You Can't Hang ~ Sleeping With Sirens
☯ ||Acquaintances|| ☺ ||Friends|| εїз ||Best Friends|| ♡ ||Love Interest|| ☠ || Enemies
Symbol Serafina Ariel Gray Symbol
"What do I think of myself? I'm not sure if you want to know the actual answer to that question."
Deeper Thoughts/other
Symbol Giovanna Marie Santos Symbol
"Thoughts on Relation."
Deeper Thoughts/other
☺ ♡ Alex Hill ☺ ♡
"Um.. i-it's Alex. That's all I really have to say."
Ariel has probably always been one of -if not the- closest to Alex. Both of them are secretive, and this causes their relationship to only get so far. Despite that, they have had a few in depth conversations once or twice before. Ariel thinks she has the slightest feelings for the young man, but isn't sure.
εїз Elizabeth Jones εїз "My sister from another mister. Mess with her, I will literally kill you. Love ya sis."
Ariel and Liz have been through hell and back together. Ariel is slightly aware of her friends situation, and Liz acts like a mother toward her, allowing for them to pick and tease at each other.
Symbol Jason Scott Holbrooke Symbol
"Thoughts on Relation."
Deeper Thoughts/other
Symbol Cassandra Rowley Symbol
"Thoughts on Relation."
Deeper thoughts/Other.
☺ ♡ Jamie Wolffe ☺ ♡
"The only fuck boy I would ever actually bother with."
Ariel knows she has been crushing on Jamie for the longest time now, despite his overly flirtatious ways and rebellious acts. The two have been in a few situations where they have taken over, and make jokes about each others love lives. Unfortuantly, Ariel is scared that Jamie only sees her as the little sister type.
Jason 'Jace' Scott Holbrooke
"Why So Serious?" - The Joker
Jason Scott Holbrooke
Nickname:
"I'm pretty sure my parents hate me to name me what they did. That's why I created my own identity.
-Jace: This is what the young man likes to go by, hating his whole name in General.
-Scotty: "Bro, just don't call me that. It's ridiculous."
Birth date and age: December 22nd. Age Eighteen.
Sexuality: "'Sup cutie?"
Heterosexual.
In Depth Appearance:
"Can you even deny my natural fabulousness?" -strikes some weird ass pose-
Jace has very dark brown hair that is almost considered black containing quite a few layers in it. He keeps it messy, and it usually hits his shoulders or hangs just above them. It can occasionally look a bit chopped up too. His eyes are green, though in certain lights they can appear as though they're tinted another color. He stands at five feet and eight inches tall, and his weight is about one hundred and fifty one pounds.
Jace is quite a big fan of tattoos and has them on his arms as well as underneath his neck. He's even started to move onto his legs. He's almost always wearing skinny jeans. He owns quite a few t-shirts and tanks, though he can usually be seen shirtless. His wrists are always covered in rubber bracelets sporting various bands.
Personality:
• Cocky • Caring • Hot-headed • Rebellious
Jace is a guy that stick out like a sore thumb when it comes to how he acts. He has a loud personality, and when he speaks, people hear him. The young man is a rebellious creature, graffitiing random things around town and defying figures of authority just about any chance he can get. Anyone who has ever met Jace can tell you that he's short-tempered, and is easily angered. The same people could also tell you that there is a difference in confidence and cockiness. Jace is that difference, thinking he can do just about anything better than anyone.
Despite his bad personality traits, Jace is a pretty fun guy, always cracking jokes - even if they're inappropriate. Under all of his acting as if he doesn't care, he really does, especially about his friends.
Likes:
Spray painting random things
Punk/Alternative Bands: Panic! At The Disco, Falling in Reverse, etc.
Skateboarding
Flirting
Writing random song lyrics everywhere.
Dislikes:
Being told to act like a gentleman.
Being told to wear a shirt.
Being told to stop his creative process.
Being told not to flirt.
Being told not to write random song lyrics everywhere.
Basically being told anything that doesn't go along with who he is or what he like to do.
Fears:
Biography: At least one well written paragraph on your characters life.
Secret:
Theme Song:
Name of Song - Artist
A Few Lyrics here
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6,831 | 187 | 9 | 509 | 674 | Jethart Igneal
Jethart greeted those who entered quietly after him, noticing one by one those who did. After Cass came and jumped onto the couch that seemed like everyone was here. He remained in his corner he somehow wandered off to he assumed unnoticed. Watching everyone interact with each other and listening in on conversation, not wanting to get involved in them himself. He'd begun to space out until he was called upon by Ariel.
"H-Huh? Oh, I have to come up and pick a location with my eyes closed don't I? Well, better start this off good, hoping I pick somewhere good and far from here. I'm hoping for something atleast a state away. Maybe we'll go to Canada if we get lucky, I hear that's a nice place to go for a trip or vacation of some sort."
With closing his eyes and letting out a sigh, he lifted his hand and extended index finger. Unsure of where it would land, in America or Canada or off the map, Jethart wondered what would happen if someone chose Canada, would they actually go or would they be forced to choose again? Jethart was hoping for something like Washington but as he couldn't remember the map size he just launched his finger to where it wanted to go.
"Minnesota, or is that Manitoba? It was close to the top I'd say. I don't know if we could go to Canada so if we go to Minnesota that's fine, I did happen to put it in one of those two locations. I'll leave that choice up to the group, I don't think I'd make a good one for all of us, I don't know who has a passport or not or who'd like to go to Canada or Minnesota. I'll uh, I'll back away now and leave that up to you."
Jethart walked into the living room where Cass was, he sat down in a chair and picked up a book he saw on the table. Upon grabbing it he inspected the inside of it and began to read while awaiting to hear what would happen with his choice. He hadn't spent time alone with Cass very much nor did he find much to talk about with her. Different interests and what not, he'd still try but he decided not to this time around. | Jethart Igneal
"the only thing we have to fear is fear itself."-Franklin D. Roosevelt
Jethart Abel Igneal
Nickname:Jet.
Birth date and age: May 4th. 19 years of age.
Bisexual:
In Depth Appearance:
He doesn't tend to impress those with how he dressed, he just tends to dress how he feels comfortable dressing. He doesn't tend to care about what people think about him, although he tends to keep himself looking good and his hair clean more often then not. Jethart has nice, flowy, brown hair that reaches below his shoulders. His eyes are a yellowish color, he also has a double helix ear piercing on his right ear on the upper end of it, and he has stubble across his face, he likes how it looks and feels.
His body remains in decent shape, he has a decent workout schedule that he follows. It works for him and that's all that matters to him. He stands at about 6'2" and likes how he looks. While he might dress oddly for someone with his hobbies and vice versa, he enjoys his own style and that's all that matters.
Personality:
• Caring • Quiet • Protecting •
Jethart is that quiet type back in the corner reading a book, he tends to be a very caring individual once you get to know him, at that point he tends to slowly open up to those around him. He still remains quiet but as soon as someone tries to hurt someone he cares about he'll push that aside and do anything he can to protect them. If they are hurt or anything he will do anything he can to help them and to make sure they'll be alright. He will put himself aside to help those in his life, he cares deeply about people and once you enter his life and he starts to care about someone, good luck getting him to stop. He will do anything and I mean anything to make sure the people he cares about are alright, he'd even murder someone if it meant they'd remain safe.
Likes:
Tea, a nice warm cup of tea is the best thing ever
Reading books, manga and watching movies
Motorcycles and cars, he loves working on his truck and motorcycle
Parks during autumn, they're just so beautiful at that time of year
Food, he loves his food. Shepard's pie is his favorite thing to eat.
Dislikes:
Loud places, they overwhelm him and cause anxiety attacks more often then noy
Coffee, he can't stand the stuff, it tends to give him headaches and the smell isn't nearly as pleasant as tea
Too many people talking at once, it becomes harder to focus on your conversation in that situation
Country and Pop music, they sound terrible just the new music people come up with now days
Liars, he can't stand when he's lied to. It makes life harder for everyone
Fears:
Losing those he cares about, even more so when he deeply cares about someone
Being forgotten, he's been forgotten before by those he's cared deeply for, even some of his family members
Losing everything he has ever had in his life, belongings, family and friends
Biography: Jethart had an interesting childhood, not many friends, always singled out and forgotten by the other kids. His parents did the same at times, he was always the quiet one either in his room or a corner of the hosue, always reading something. He didn't have many friends and didn't do much outside of the house until his teenage years. Once he became a teenager he was forced outside more, he'd explore town and listen to a boat load of music, he had a few friends by this point, more than before. He'd spend most of the day out and about, he found a nice little tea shop he'd spend a fair amount of time in, he'd befriended someone who worked there, she became his best friend after that.
As he grow older he'd spend more time there, he'd also spend time in the park not far from the tea shop, it was calming and it was beautiful in autumn, he'd read or walk around, sometimes with a friend or the girl from the tea shop. He never spent much time at home or talking about his homelife or childhood, not even with his best friend. He'd just live in the moment and do what he could to help out his friends. As he got older some left the area, he stayed and watched them leave, one by one. He hoped his best friend wouldn't go, he cared about her more than anyone else. Eventually she did, he remains in contact with her, they've been friends for almost seven years, they talk about most of everything and plan to be friends until the end of time. His home life after all of this, he still did the same things as when he was younger. His parents always working and siblings off doing their own things. He'd spend more time outside then before, the autumn air and how the park looked during that season had him out the most, most days he was gone for atleast ten hours just relaxing in the park.
That's a secret:
Theme Song:
Plush - Stone Temple Pilots
And I feel that time's a wasted go
So where ya going to tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And I feel it
Where ya going for tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
And I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And she feels it
Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
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6,832 | 187 | 10 | 92 | 2,185 | Alex Hill
Alex just sat by as the others arrived to the house. He gave a slight nod to Jethart. Alex knew the aggravation younger siblings could be but he had been on the other side. Alex picked up another cookie as who he assumed was Jamie walked in. Alex had only been told a brief description about the guy when Ariel told him about the trip in the first place. Alex started to stick the second cookie in his mouth when Gia showed up and gave them all hugs. Alex froze a little because he wasn't particularly fond of physical contact. He heard Jace before he saw him. When the guy patted Ariel on the head and she swatted the hand away Alex smirked. However, when the flirt pecked Lizzy on the cheek Alex flinched. The young man quickly looked around to make sure no one noticed and from what he could tell no one did. When Lizzy asked if the cookies tasted alright he simply responded by continuing to eat them. Alex did internally groan as the final member of the group, Cass, came in.
They quickly got to business as Ariel quickly got Jethart to pick a destination. Alex thought this method of choosing could be interesting and quite fun. Hopefully, no one would accidentally pick some place out in the middle of no where. As the location of Minnesota was announced Alex just mentally shrugged. He really didn't know what their was to do there, "All I think of when I hear Minnesota is hockey and the Mighty Ducks. What is there to do in Minnesota?" He made a quick statement just to get the ball of conversation rolling since the guy who picked the place walked out of the room and instantly started reading something.
After saying this Alex retreated into his own mind to mull over the group that had gathered. First was Ariel, who he called Little Mermaid. Out of all the people in the room she was the person he was probably closest to and that's saying something. She is one of the few he can open up to and just talk. She understands that he doesn't like talking about things the way most people do and when they do talk it's not just things like how ones day is going. He also watches her YouTube videos despite not liking the same kind of music to the extent that she does. He even reads her blog from time to time but hasn't told her that. He can tell she is hiding something from people but has no idea what. By his nature he will probably never ask mainly because he has his own secrets and feels if she tells him hers that he should tell her his. Which he won't do. Not because he doesn't appreciate her as a friend but because he doesn't want to load her down with the pain he feels inside.
He then turned to the older sister of one of his better friends. Alex met Lizzy, who he prefers to call Momma Jones due to her motherly nature, and her brother because of Ariel. Alex started spending time with Josh mainly because he clicked a lot better with those younger than him. Alex felt that most his age would always forget him or just ditch him. With kids though they tended to look up to Alex not just because of his height though. Alex always loves to be that older brother type. With Josh and Ariel every now and then saying something about Lizzy, Alex really doesn't know what to think about her. Alex does feel like the two of them are somewhat like the mother and father of the group yet not. She will be a soothing yet authoritative hand depending on the situation, and he will, really only if asked, give the fatherly like advice while making sure they don't get everyone in trouble. Alex usually leaves the chaos control to Lizzy though opting to only intervene when things get really bad.
Next was Crass Rowley. He knows it's Cass but deliberately calls her Crass. Not to be mean or anything like that but because that is just how she acts. Alex knows she isn't unintelligent, but he still calls her Crass Rowley. The only reason he even spoke to the girl at all though was because they had similar friends. So he would at times go out of his way to be kind even if she wasn't. Unless she did something really bad, which hasn't happened yet, she would never be able to get anything that seemed unkind to come from Alex other than the nickname by which he calls her.
Alex looked in the direction of Flirts McGee. Jace to those who don't get it. Alex didn't despise the guy, but he couldn't say he liked him either. The guy was cocky and rebellious. He was disrespectful to authorities and he also flirted with almost any girl he saw. That last part is more of Alex being upset with himself that he can't flirt at all and this guy just walked in and gave Lizzy a kiss on the cheek. All-in-all Alex thought Jace was a somewhat decent guy despite his attitude because the guy actually seemed to care about his friends. So, as long as Jace didn't hurt one of their common friends Alex had no real issues with him.
To Alex Gia, or Geez Louise for no real apparent reason, is one of the friends that can get him to do stuff other than sit around being lazy all day. If he was at a party it was more than likely because Gia found some way to get him there. Alex sees Gia as a younger sister in a way. In due part to two main reasons. She is slightly similar to his actual sister, Sadie but without all the annoying parts, and he just wants to look out for her and make sure no one hurts her. That is a benefit of having Alex as a friend. He'll look out for ya.
Then there is Jethart. Alex doesn't talk to him much for obvious reasons since both are just naturally quiet, but when they do speak Alex calls him Jay-Jay the Jet Plane. Only on account that most call him Jet. Alex and Jet are slightly similar in quite a few regards, but Alex just doesn't push the issue of trying to talk to him. Alex believes that if the guy wants to get to know him that he will come speak to him. So, their friendship seems to just be loosely based around their common friends. Alex would like to know him better, but he just doesn't want to risk it.
And then last, but not least, because Alex preferred being considered least at most times, was Jamie. The only person in the room Alex had not met before a few seconds ago. It's usually hard to not make first impressions the main thing you look back to in terms of a person, but despite what Ariel told him about Jamie, Alex didn't like his attitude or demeanor. Alex didn't like people who were considered 'Playboy's' or those who seemed arrogant and cocky. It seemed as though that this was what the guy was. Alex would do his best not to be mean, but he made no promises yet.
Once Alex was done with his inner monologue he looked around and said, "So, we ready to hit the road or is there something anyone needs to do last minute?" | Alex Hill
"For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity." - Jean Dubuffet
Alexander Franklin Hill
Nickname: Alex
Birth date and age: September, 13, 19.
Sexuality: Straight
In Depth Appearance:
Alex is 5'11". He has short dirty-blonde hair that is short and can be described as messy but kept. He almost always has stubble on his face. Bright blue eyes and a rugged face. He is fairly thick from muscle and being slightly barrel chested.
Personality:
• ISTP • Caring • Loyal •
To most Alex appears cold and standoffish, but those who know him well realize he is just a quiet guy. He can seem rude but that is only because he is very direct and rarely lets bias change how he deals with things unless he REALLY dislikes someone. He is fiercely loyal and if someone hurts or wrongs someone he cares about he will defend them, but he rarely defends himself. He loves bringing characters to life and enjoys making people happy despite not seeming like it.
Likes:
Acting - Every since Alex was 8 he has enjoyed acting. He loves to make characters come to life.
Making people smile - He loves feeling the joy of having made another smile. If it is a genuinely happy smile he feels he accomplished something.
Taking care of the less fortunate - He really enjoys going to orphanages, retirement homes, and Children's Hospitals. He volunteers his time whenever he can to make them happy.
Anime, Manga, Comics, Video Games - He is a geek. End of story. He loves going deep into thought on these topics even creating worlds in his mind that continuously run when he daydreams.
Solitude - Being an introvert he does need his alone time. He enjoys going into the woods or the country and just being alone for long periods of time.
Dislikes:
Himself - Alex is really hard on himself. He just doesn't think he is important. He feels as if he is so lame that everyone will eventually forget him.
Bullies - Alex just despises people who purposefully make others sad or hurt for seemingly no reason.
Racists - Despite being white Alex can't help but disliking racist people. In his mind there should be no reason to categorize someone by their skin tone. He won't let someone get away with making a racist remark while he is around.
Anyone who disrespects Soldiers, Police Officers, or Firefighters - They risk their lives for the normal free person. He can't stand when someone says anything negative about them.
Hurting others - He doesn't like it when he inadvertently hurts someone or upsets them.
Fears:
Large crowds - Too many people make Alex extremely uncomfortable. Even to the point of possibly having an anxiety attack. The only time it doesn't affect him is when he is acting or playing a group game with people.
Needles - Pretty much anything that can be stuck into the body makes Alex freak out or cringe.
Being forgotten - He really believes people will forget about him.
Biography: Alex is the second oldest of his siblings. When he was younger he connected fairly well with others, but eventually someone really close to him betrayed him. Also almost all of the friend groups he has ever been in tend to have a large falling out leaving him to have to decide which side he would join. He never could choose so he always got left behind. He has never had a real relationship either. The only occurrence was in fifth grade he rode on the bus home and sat beside a girl. The whole year they got really close even to the point of having a secret 'boyfriend/girlfriend relationship'. Alex thought it was real but over the summer they lost contact and when they met up the next school year she acted like she had never known him.
Over the next couple of years he was constantly bullied yet never stood up for himself. Over this time period he closed himself off to many things primarily when it comes to how he feels. He rarely opens up to anyone now. It takes a long time and much kindness. He is fiercely loyal and will always stand by them but in reverse effect if they break his trust he will never be on their side again unless they go to great lengths to get his forgiveness. Only once starting high school did he start opening up, but what he opened up was really a colder side of him.
Secret: He participates in a underground fight ring.
Theme Song:
Name of Song - Artist
A Few Lyrics here
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6,833 | 187 | 11 | 792 | 4,390 | CASS ROWLEY
Cass had practically tuned out the conversations going on around her, the greetings of friends and acquaintances and the like; she was well aware that to practically everyone here she was only around because she knew the top brass. A literal 'friend of a friend' situation. If the others didn't like her, that was too damn bad. She was awesome. She told herself that every day. The Hispanic man she was currently living with told her that every day too. Well, he said something in Spanish but she assumed it was positive. He wasn't much for talking in English,much more of an actions sort of person.
Suffice it to say, Cass just knew she was awesome and if others disagreed then they could fuck themselves.
A wet farting sound came from Cass' corner of the couch when the destination was picked, followed by a rather crude gesture involving her left hand curled into a fist and an up and down motion. "Manniwhata? Minnewho? Those are sounding like some boring as all fuck places, Jet Plane. You could've at lease aimed for somewhere a little more exciting."
Of course, she knew it didn't matter her complaints, such was the power of blind decision, but when had that ever stopped her from saying, well, anything. All she knew about Minnesota was that it was a state people forget exists, like Montana or Iowa, and that there's a ball of twine somewhere in the state. Though maybe that was a song. Possibly both. Even still, it didn't sound like the hot spot destination for this road trip, not like a beach or a big city with lots to do in little time.
"Plus fuck Canada. Who needs it, right? Not all of us have passports anyway, and as much as it'd be fun, I ain't a fan of being smuggled in the back of a trunk. You'd all be criminals, though, which would make you marginally cooler. But whatever." | "I have always been more interested in experiment, than in accomplishment."-Orson Welles
Cassandra Jane Rowley
Nickname:Cass is her nickname
Birth date and age: November 14. 18 years old
Sexuality: Are human will sleep with.
In Depth Appearance:
Cass isn't trying to impress anyone with how she dresses, which might explain why she often has a sort of greasy, slovenly look about her, from t-shirts that have what people hope are drink and food stains, to jeans that long since lost their last legs, down to shoes that are run over. There's a certain madness to her outfits that somehow manages to feel just so...fitting. Her hair, golden blonde, is often stringy and unkempt while her blue eyes are striking if only because of her heavy and dark eye shadow that stands out amidst her otherwise pale complexion.
Cass is of average height at 5'5" and her lack of a strict exercise routine is quite clear from her figure, which isn't as slim and trim as is the 'ideal'. A diet of bad food will do that to a person. So long as she can make her ass fit into her jeans, she's perfectly fine with her choices. Some have called her style punk. She thinks that that is stupid as her style is just whatever. There's no style.
Personality:
• Loud• Crass • Fearless •
There's always that one person you know growing up that everyone figures will be a dropout, burnout, or behind bars because of their attitude, that person parents don't want their kids hanging out with for the most superficial of reasons, and Cass is that girl. Her reputation is almost as loud as she is, and considering the pipes she has that's quite impressive. Cass controls a room with her voice when her actions don't do it for her, though most people just find her grating, gross, or annoying. Cass has little time for the people who can't keep up with her on some level though she holds the people that give her a chance in high regard. She's never going to be the one to apologize for her actions, but she'll also be the first one to volunteer to do something that could get people into trouble. Her reputation is already in the mud, no need to drag others down with her.
Cass has an undeniable charisma about her, the same way that a front man for a band would have and though the legality and morality of her ideas stretch the limits of acceptable, one can never deny that a time with Cass is never boring. Whether or not that's a good thing is up to the individual.
And the parents were right about one thing, at least. Cass did drop out of high school.
Likes:
The Dead Milkmen. She bought an old Camaro because of the song Bitchin Camaro
Vinyl albums. Not to collect, per se. They break real good.
Macaroni and Cheese. It's the greatest food ever made. But not that Kraft crap.
Cooking and making breakfast, then uploading her Instagram with breakfast photos. It's a thing, shut up.
Making Mistakes. It doesn't matter how bad something goes, so long as you live through it and find a way to do it better.
Driving with no destination in mind.
Dislikes:
Holding down a job.
People that are indecisive
Hospitals and doctors
Law enforcement, but only when they inconvenience her.
Fruit juices. Just eat a damn fruit.
Fears:
Being imprisoned, and that's both a metaphor and literal
Hospitals. Just...just hospitals
Being forgotten
Biography:
A question many have after meeting Cass is 'was she always like that?' And the answer might come as a surprise if ever there was anyone around to hear it. Cass, born Cassandra, Rowley comes from a well off family, the type of family that has wings of a hospital or building named after them. The type of family that lives in a gated community and speaks ill about those that look different than they do. You know the type. Cass bought into the lifestyle as a child, taking the piano lessons after private school and being groomed to be a perfect little socialite, auctioned off to some other nouveau riche suitor to keep the money and conditioning well alive. It was around the start of middle school when Cass began to change. Her parents liked to blame the less fortunate as a bad influence, but it was just a matter of Cass seeing her parents and realizing that she wanted to be anything but them.
Cass attended public high school, which was about as big a slap in the face to her family as she could do without bringing home an unwanted suitor, and went to great lengths to hide her fortunate status from the others. She accomplished this by wearing clothes straight out of punk music videos, at first being a very poor poser but slowly, over time, adapting the anarchistic, wild child lifestyle for herself. All the marks were checked on the list. Smoking behind the gym. Truancy. A stint with a shitty garage band. Being thrown out of said band for thinking that their one and only gig had to end with her kicking a bigass hole in the drummer's kit. Cass embraced a life of attitude and loose morals even if it meant being cut off from her family's bank account.
Despite her grades being on the passing end of the spectrum, Cass dropped out near the end of her junior year. Because of how she acted she never relied on her parents for money (other than asking them to buy her a bitchin camaro for her sixteenth) and took up odd jobs around town, from mowing lawns with a lawn care company, to temp work, to her most recent stint as a waitress at the cheapest, and thus most popular, diner in town. She hates it, the responsibilities of working, which is why she often looks for ways to cause trouble or get fired after making enough to cover what expenses she needs, though her parents have, without her knowledge, been footing some of her bills as a potential olive branch.
Secret: She has one.
Theme Song:
Flagpole Sitta - Harvey Danger
Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a TV
Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot, cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And it's a sin, to live so well
Modify by Kniles
Tell me how I'm gonna make this work now
Everything around me wants to keep on rolling me by
And I don't wanna make it worse now
So I tear the pages out but you keep on calling me
King of the world
Ruling nothing at all
King of the world
Ruling nothing at all
I could learn to live without you
But I never could forget about you
Gotta learn to live without you
On my mind
On my mind
King of the world
Ruling nothing at all |
6,834 | 187 | 12 | 1,570 | 4,051 | Sᴀɴᴛᴏs
As the girl settled in, giving her greetings and hugs alike she leaned back against the kitchen counter and enjoyed her cookie. She wasn't too picky of where the group was headed, she just wanted to get away from town with her best friends. Jet picked Minnesota, and Gia rasied her eyebrows, quickly swallowing her cookie before speaking, "The Mall of America is there!" she said, laughing slightly. She was all about shopping but knew that her other friends wouldn't want to spend that much time there. "Besides that, we could probably camp there, it's very pretty. So I've heard." she smiled, looking around as other people piped in their opinions. "I have my passport." Gia mentioned, but shook her head. "I think it would be best though for us to stay in the country, less to worry about. Though I wouldn't mind showing you all my home some day." Gia said, grabbing another cookie for herself. She had just eaten breakfast, but the sweets were too good to not have another. | Gɪᴏᴠᴀɴɴᴀ Sᴀɴᴛᴏs
"Don't limit me based on my past, I'm constantly surprising myself and I'll surprise you too."
Seventeen + Female + Heterosexual
Wɪᴅᴇ ᴇʏᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ
F U L L N A M E
Giovanna Marie Santos.
Goes by Gia by most of her friends and family.
A G E
Seventeen. June 16th.
G E N D E R
Female.
B I R T H P L A C E
Giovanna was originally born in Manaus, Brazil. Her family which included her Grandfather, Father, Mother, Brother, and two younger sisters- moved to the United States when she was just shy of seven years old. They first moved to the Bronx, in New York City. About 7 years after did they realize that the area was just far too crowded and expensive in comparison to their city on the water back in Brazil. That being said they moved to their current small town and have been there ever since. The perfect mix of city and country for the Santos family.
Sᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ
A P P E A R A N C E
Gia is a Hispanic woman, specifically Brazilian. She is very petite at around 5ft 2, weighing between 110-115lbs depending on what holiday season with the most food it is. Her skin tone is fairly light, but can get pretty dark when she is outside in the sun. Both her eyes and hair are a very dark brown. Almost always seen wearing a shade of red lipstick, ever since she was allowed to in middle school. Her mother treats her to manicures and pedicures practically every weekend, the two bond over it and enjoy the pampering.
S C A R S / T A T T O O S / P I E R C I N G S
Gia has her nose and her ears pierced. She has a scar on her leg from when she got caught on the top points of a fence while she was climbing over it. She doesn't have a tattoo yet, but her mother says she can get one when she graduates high school, being the first in her family to graduate high school.
C L O T H I N G S T Y L E
Gia can be seen in formal cocktail dresses or over sized sweaters with black leggings. She loves fashion but more often prefers comfort over style. She loves accessorizing and she always wears a watch her grandfather gave her, though it has stopped working many years ago.
Sᴘɪɴ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ
S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Single.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Outgoing. Absent Minded. Traditional. Over Dramatic. Silly.
If you're looking for a silly time filled with laughs, Giovanna is your girl. She is always looking for fun, even during the most mundane events- like grocery shopping. Very friendly and outgoing, wanting everyone to join in and be having a good time. She's an amazing party host and first in line for a good time. However, life isn't always fun and games and when it hits Gia she breaks down and becomes very dramatic and over reactive about everything. Every problem is always world ending when it comes to Gia.
L I K E S
Dancing
Summer time weather
Learning new things
Makeovers
Cooking
Interior design
D I S L I K E S
Bossy people
Being woken up early
Party poopers
When she can't think of a word in English
Silence
The smell of too much perfume
Cᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ
H I S T O R Y
"Estar a sombra da bananeira."
Roughly translated into "sitting under the shade of a banana tree" but to the Portuguese, it means that you have no worries. This was the type of attitude Giovanna was raised under. Born to Juan and Natalia Santos in the city of Manaus, Brazil. They lived in the country until Gia was about six years old and then they came to America settling in the Bronx of New York City, of all places. They brought along Gia's older brother, two younger sisters, and her Grandfather on her father's side.
The Bronx wasn't exactly the America that the Santos family had envisioned, so they packed up and left again to the smaller town. Here they made it along just fine, getting a small home and making it by with basic jobs. Gia was spoiled endlessly by both her parents as much as they could offer. She very rarely was in trouble, or told that she couldn't do anything she set her mind to. School was a challenge to the very absent minded Gia but with her great group of friends she knew she could make it through.
S E C R E T
Had a pregnancy scare back in the Bronx, one of the bigger reasons the family moved.
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T H E M E S O N G
Oh Wonder - Lose It
Loose up we break the scene
One step deep as you fall to me
Heart clap, we skip a beat
Count one, two, three
E X T R A
Has a small bird named Pasa. |
6,835 | 188 | 0 | 530 | 302 | The sun shone high in the sky over the grand city of Roseview on the first day of the Summer Festival. Only a few wispy clouds floated lazy against the otherwise undisturbed blue of the sky, promising good weather for the event. People milled about in droves on the streets of Roseview, perusing the colorful stalls that lined the streets, and gleefully watching the acrobats, dancers, and illusionists that competed for attention in the crowded market squares. People lounged and picnicked in the sun amidst the blooming flowers of Roseview's famous garden. The festivities even extended beyond the strong stone walls of Roseview and into the fields and farmland beyond. Here, events that required more room were held, from foot races to archery tournaments.
Within the walls of Roseview, towards the center, was another, higher wall. Enclosed within it was a majestic castle made of pale stone; its many towers capped with a polished metal resembling rose gold. Just within these secondary walls, people bustled about, preparing for one of the main events of the Summer Festival. The Choosing was an important event for the entirety of the Kingdom, for it was there that the newest generation of Slayers would be selected from among the common people. No matter one's background, if they had the talent could rise to become one of the Kingdom's greatest protectors. It was considered among the highest honors, and all common folk respected the Slayers, be it out of admiration or fear of their strength.
Everyone knew the order of events for the Choosing. First, any applicants would be put through a series of basic combat drills by instructors from the normal army. The goal was not necessarily to win, but rather so that the instructors could measure one's physical fitness, reflexes, and potential. Many failed quite readily at this part, and it was always rather amusing to watch. The crowds especially liked some of the less soft instructors, who would taunt and embarrass easy foes. This behavior had the practical benefit of identifying the more hot headed participants. This event was usually held for the entire day, as anyone could come from the audience to challenge an instructor. Those who pass this test are then instructed to go into a special pavilion. Those who have done so would tell you they were sat down in front of some geezer who told them to hold a rock and stared at them for several seconds. The majority of people would be turned away at this point, though few commoners knew why.
At the end of the day, towards sunset, any who were chosen would be gathered in public and announced by the senior Slayer in attendance. They would be given two days leave to enjoy the festivities, but would then be whisked off to Grouburn for training under the tutelage of Slayer Drill Masters; men who make even the army's equivalent shudder in fear.
This year's senior Slayer in attendance was a man by the name of Robert Wispels. He had served long as a Slayer, 25 years this day if you counted his Choosing. His short hair was grey, though still thick, and his green eyes had an almost feral look to them. His face is weather-worn and wrinkled, and one need not look long to find a scar anywhere on his skin. He lead the Slayer legion known as the Lanterns for many years before taking up a less physically demanding job in semi-retirement.
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Robert sat quietly at a table erected under a small shaded pavilion, where he would observe the Choosing. It was a little too warm for his liking this far South, at this time of the year, and he found himself longing for the cool clime of the Everautumn as he wiped sweat from his brow with a handkerchief. Must be going senile to remember that beast ridden forest in a positive light he thought. Before him, a clearing had been made and several instructors had already taken up posts within it, many of them stretching and warming up. They would rotate out with others whenever they became too tired, but it was still going to be a strenuous day for them. Robert knew none of them would have passed up the opportunity, though. Perhaps they lacked what was needed to be a Slayer, but each of them was honored to be the measure of those who may one day guard their Kingdom from the beasts of the North.
It would be only a short time before the gate to the courtyard was lifted and general public allowed to enter and participate in the choosing. Robert found himself playing with the hilt of his sword out of impatience. He'd attended last year's choosing as well, though not in this official capacity, and had been altogether unimpressed. Sure, those few who showed promise may become fine Slayers in their own right, but he'd seen no one who had truly stood out. He was reminded of his own Choosing, years ago, where he had witnessed the first appearance of many who would go on to become truly legendary Slayers, chief among them Kenath Hall, who would go on to become leader of the prestigious Outer Guard. Perhaps the time of legends was over, however. The Lycans appeared to be in disarray nowadays, their attacks less frequent and less effective. Perhaps the Kingdom had no need of extraordinary Slayers anymore. At the rate settlements were expanding into the Everautumn, he may himself live to see the day when the Kingdom of Aauron spanned the whole of the continent. Unlikely, though. These old bones are liable to give way any moment he mused.
Just as this thought occurred to him, Robert heard the sounds of the gate's ratchet being operated. Slowly it rose, to reveal the streets beyond, bustling with activity. The Choosing was open. The instructors in the clearing brandished their training swords and began to beckon the crowds to come through. | Name
Ilya Terres
Age
22
Gender
Female
Appearance
Ilya stands at a laughable height of 5'5, and has been that way for the entirety of her life ever since she came of age. After her first lover took her innocence (and left her the next day), Ilya refused to groom herself beyond the expected level of hygiene. As such, her auburn hair is always unkempt; sometimes tied in a ponytail, but nothing beyond it. The girl's emerald eyes is often noticed in a half-lidded state, showing her disinterest in the larger picture of things. Her build is slim yet athletic and toned due to her training as a marksman since she had to do something to distract her mind from the betrayal of her past. As an accomplished ranger and forager, Ilya wears a jet-black hooded cloak which covers her beige but fair complexion when doing her tasks-- after all, stealth is one's ally in the night. A large scar runs down on the right side of Ilya's lips-- a mark she obtained when a slight misstep caused her to fall from a twenty-foot tree, and into a Thornberry bush; although, numerous scars are found all over her lithe body.
Skills
1. Longbow Mastery - Ilya specializes with her wooden longbow when in combat. She takes time and patience in finding the right spot to pick off beasts and other opponents from a distance. Her keen eye allows her, in the proper conditions, to strike a target from over 140 yards away. However, Ilya's craving for a 'perfect' and 'artful' aim causes her to dally between her shots, often leading to targets escaping her sights, and her losing a valued shot.
2. Dagger Decency - While close-combat was never her forte, Ilya has some modicum skill with the dagger and knife. As such, she keeps a silver dagger which hangs from her waist. When pitted against rookies and everyday criminals, Ilya can stand on her own, but against skilled professionals, the lass' dagger cannot hope to beat them, if not only delay the inevitable.
3. First-aid Knowledge - Wounds are inevitable in the woods. As such, Ilya taught herself the art of herbs and other medicinal ointments. She can also patch up wounds with splints and gauzes, but major wounds are out of her league.
4. Seduction - Living in the poorer rim of Aauron disables most from acquiring the vital things in life. Ilya circumvents around that problem by beguiling the wits of men with her allure and killer physique. She often seduces shopkeepers and other corrupt businessmen into providing her needs, only to find her gone the next day.
History
"Ilya? I know of her. Some say she came from the slums of Erekon, a small place in the outermost rims of Aauron. For the lass to survive in this barbaric rim, she seduced the will of men and sharpened the tip of her arrows. Kindness means nothing in the outer rim, and I know Ilya learned that lesson at a young age. Her innocence shone like a lotus in the dirt, and in a place of darkness like Erekon, it was naught but an eyesore. Barkus, a lad from a nearby district, trampled on Ilya's faith and innocence. He wrecked her being on that one fateful night, and the young lass never stayed the same since. She trained herself until her bones cracked, until every fibre in her being screamed for relief. Until she got in to the Forage Squads of Erekon-- a sub-division under the military. Ilya possessed a keen eye unknown to those who live in the outer rim, and her skills far surpassed that of her peers. No one came to hate her, because they all feared her prowess in and out of the woods. Still, a deep shadow looms around her eyes; a look of unknown suffering longing to be sated.
Her ambitions know no bounds, comrade. She grows stronger everyday. The Choosing is near, yes? I heard Ilya speaking of it, and her desire to partake in this event. I, as her commander, gave her the opportunity, and sent her to the main kingdom. Ilya's world is so contained in Erekon, and I want her to see the entirety of Aauron itself. She is naive at best, and while she knows a thing or two about the harshness of the world, she still has a lot to learn before her bow and arrow can slay those monsters.
She is not a bad person, comrade. Ilya just experienced a lot of tragedies in her life. She defiled herself in order to protect those who cannot; she sold herself so she could buy the freedom of those who she cared about. She just needs a lot of persuading that there is still a meaning to life. Her tongue might cut quick, and her attitude might be snide, but mistake not that under all of that hate-- a warm and caring core lies within.
Ilya is on her way to the capital by now, and I can only pray that she help herself first or nobody will."
-Yhagal, Erekon Forager Squad Commander |
6,836 | 188 | 1 | 531 | 3,680 | Throughout the festivities many men had found a rather cute yet shy young girl. This was Alex, she didn't much like the attention and she was finding it hard to get any kind of food with all of these men trying to approach her. Even a few young girls as well though atleast they were more interested in being her friend. Eventually Alex found his way to the Choosing. He took part in the training at the start. Many people couldn't believe the kind of stamina she had. Some had managed to even peak up her skirt during some of the trials but only to be disappointed by a pair of bloomers that were being worn.
When it came time for challenge an instructor Alex was chosen to fight against a rather knightly looking man. This instructor went by the name of Jacob. "Alright little lady! I'll try to go easy on you since you are so young, but show me what you have!" Jacob said pointing a wooden sword at her. When the fight started though Alex's face twisted into that of someone who harbored bloodlust. Jacob took a step back to ready himself as he saw her face change from a timid little girl into a blood crazed maniac.
Alex had chosen two wooden daggers for this battle. She held one up to his face only to show a look of disappointed at the dullness of the wood. That was when Alex jumped up into a tree from where he was standing. Jacob started to look around hold his sword at the ready for an attack from anywhere. Alex then started to laugh, her voice was even being thrown around the place. It was hard to tell where she even was. A few in the audience found themselves feeling rather unsettled by what was happening. A few even leaving as they felt too uncomfortable to even watch.
Alex finally jumped down on the right of Jacob and lunged at him with a dagger going straight for his neck. Jacob was able to block the attack and kick Alex back causing her to tumble a bit. "That was a good try, but I could hear the trees rustling." Jacob stated as Alex wiped some dirt off her face. Alex slowly got up and then instead of showing blood lust, she showed nothing. She started to calmly walk towards him, as if she wanted to give him a handshake or this were a break in the battle. Jacob knew better though and held up his guard focusing on the daggers in her hands. Alex had put one of the daggers into her belt though as she wanted a hand free.
Once close enough Alex dropped her dagger and in an unexpected movement went for a stunning clap right in his face. Jacob was stunned by the clap as it was unexpected in this battle. Alex then in a single movement grabbed his wooden dagger jumped up onto Jacob then behind him all while having a dagger at his neck. The crowd was silent. What they had just seen was not the skills of a soldier but that of an assassin. "It's my win." Alex said with twisted smile.
Jacob was speechless for a moment at what was just said. "I-I Give." Jacob said as he came back from being stunned. "Your more than meets the eye you know that kid?" Jacob said as was let go by Alex. At this point Alex dropped the other dagger then suddenly went back to be a timid shy little girl. "T-Thanks for being my opponent sir." Alex said with a cute smile before skipping off like nothing had happened. "Gotta keep an eye on her." Jacob said to himself as he saw Alex skip away. | Name: Alex Manson
Age: 23
Gender: Male (dresses as a female)
Appearance:
Skills: Alex is actually quite good at blending into his surroundings. He is also very flexible and good with daggers.
History: Alex grew up in a rather wealthy family. He was a bit odd from the start though as he always went after his sister, and instead of teasing her like every other child his age he actually played with her and her dolls. At around the age of 10 he was made to wear a dress by his elder sister, but to her surprise Alex actually liked it and started to dress like a girl from then on. The strange thing though was that he liked girls as any other boy would. He just liked the cloths they wore too.
Aside from the cross dressing though Alex has seen many a tragedies. His parents were lords of a town that had been attacked quite often by the lycans. At first it was just a few livestock that was killed. But it escalated into far more. Soon enough the people in the town were demanding to come into the mansion for it’s protection. For awhile his parents refused until the gates were knocked down and his family forcibly removed.
Within a day Alex and his family had been locked out of their own home. They tried to fortify themselves inside a house however the lycans eventually pried their way through whatever defenses the family had. Soon both of Alex parents were killed by the lycans. Alex quickly learned to use a dagger at this point and was able to end atleast one Lycan. However when he took the life of it he found out that he liked it. For being a timid young boy Alex had discovered a certain bloodlust in himself. From there on when Alex went into battle it was like a switch was flipped in his head.
Other: He likes to cross dress. His personality takes a drastic change when he enters a battle. |
6,837 | 188 | 2 | 2,677 | 6,563 | Valentine let out his breath, slowly, at measure. As smooth as stillwater, he released the bowstring.
Thwap!
The arrow shot through the air, only a slight whistle and a moment's flight marking its freedom from gravity, the ground, the bow, the quiver. Only for a moment, could he see it- and then it slammed into the deer's chest, smacking through the buck's side and into its heart, just above its foreleg. It took a step, nearly leaping out of danger, stumbling, as the arrow sprouted from its side. Another shaky step, and then its back legs wobbled and collapsed, the rest of it following just afterwards.
Valentine grinned, and rose from his crouch. He had been wandering the forest, silently, waiting to come across game. Two rabbits were already slung over his shoulder; the deer would top it off nicely. Running over, still in a half-crouch, he placed his hand against the slightly bloody entry wound, feeling the arrow rub against the skin between his index finger and thumb. His other hand curled around the arrow, and... slid it free, straight and clean.
He inspected it, critically, finding it to be bloody, but undamaged. Better yet, not one of his thirteen arrows had been damaged, lost, or bent thus far. Some people eyed his thirteen arrows with distrust, with superstition- but it brought him nothing but luck, it seemed.
He inspected the size of deer, just as critical as he had been with his arrow. A decent-sized mule deer, still young, and with maybe... seven points? A decent catch indeed. Grabbing it, one hand at the top of the forelegs' hooves, one hand at the top of the hind legs' hooves, he hefted it, slinging it over his shoulders, the length of its body resting against the width of his middle back.
And with that, he straightened, and trudged off, heading home.
~ ~ ~
Maybe a couple hours later, he arrived at the outskirts of town. Town is general, of course- the city of somenameortheother was quite a bit larger than most of the largest cities in the nation, absolutely none of which he knew the names of. As far as he was concerned, he didn't need to know the names of anything- he just needed to know how to hunt.
His house- one he shared with his sister, and one that he would've shared with his parents, if he knew them- was near, just inside the city walls, in one of the poorer districts. Thankfully, the not-so-upstanding-and-honorable guards accepted the bribe of thirteen copper coin, to let him in through a small, secret 'gate' in one of the less cared for sections of the wall, where someone had dug their way out, and it had become a tunnel guarded by soldiers, who accepted bribes to not throw the trespassers in jail.
A couple of the more predatory younger guys in the area eyed him, judging whether or not the risk versus gain- go against Valentine, and come out with a deer, or come out cut up. Based on how nonthreatening the guy was, Valentine figured that the predator had figured him to be too big a fish to eat and come out ahead.
Three minutes later, he was on the doorstep of The Boarshead Inn. Instead of going inside, however, he went around back, where he passed on the deer to his father, who had noticed him through the windows and was waiting outside for him. He took care of the deer; he had paid his time for the evening.
Time for some fun... and prove that old drunk that Valentine wasn't afraid to try and be in the Choosing.
~ ~ ~
He drew his arm along his face, wiping the blood from his nose. He eyed the trainer in front of him murderously- the man, in return, grinned cheekily, and asked, "Whatcha gonna do, boi? Stand der all dey and waste me time?" His accent was thick, but oddly lilting and singsong, foreign but not entirely unpleasant.
"Naw, ye old drunk. I'ma just bash yer face in wityer own sword."
Reply launched, Valentine darted forward, feinting, before throwing himself to the side and rolling. The man had stabbed, just as he expected him to- the man stabbed, slashed, and then kicked. So, Valentine kicked out as he was rolling, connecting with the man's knee and forcing him back, snapping the joint back painfully so. He cursed, and here came that slash.
He brought up his knife, swinging at the wooden sword, connecting. But he didn't just try to block the slash and hold- no, he continued moving his knife, relying on its hilt to throw the sword over his head, missing entirely. Here came that kick- but again, he moved too late. It smashed into his face, knocking him to the side and snapping his head away from him. Feebly, he threw the knife in his other hand at the trained- it didn't land so well, the crossguard hitting first, and then the 'blade,' but it was enough to surprise the trainer.
He didn't move fast enough, though. He felt the sword's wooden point graze his back as he rolled to the side again. Dashing to his feet as he came out of the roll, he turned back to the trainer, his left eye swollen and hindering his eyesight. Naturally, the swordsman trainer took advantage of it, going on the offensive. He jumped forward, again stabbing at his left side. He spun, the stab again just barely grazing his side as he moved, before he had closed the distance, 'spinning' around his blade and using his new close quarters to bring up his knife.
His knife grazed the man's chest, as he stumbled back to regain the sword's reach advantage, and he surprised Valentine with a knee. It struck his crotch rather forcefully, sending the air out of his lungs as he suddenly struggled with the unbearable pain in his manhood. Dropping to his knees, he gasped, unable to get a breath around the pain pulsing from his lower torso.
He vaguely noted the trainer getting some distance, stepping away and wiping at the sweat at his brow. He dropped his sword, and stepped forward, waiting for maybe half a minute as Valentine regained himself. He reached down with a hand, and Valentine took it, swaying as he tried to steady himself and not fall over.
"Ye fought well, mate. I think ye passed, thuh ye'd prolly bled out buh now. Kudos to ye, hunter. Head up yonder."
The man switched out with someone else, and Valentine held his stomach, suddenly overcome with the urge to gag. After maybe two minutes, and the new trainer's hand on his shoulder and him babbling about how good the fight was and how he could've done this or that better, he straightened, pain dulling.
He straightened his shoulders, and maybe a dozen or two people whooped and hollered as they saw him recover, giving him a cheer for his good work.
Satisfied with his handiwork, though certainly looking forward to kicking that trainer's manhood himself, he turned, laying a hand on both of the two large knives, which were more akin to shortswords, that hung on both his hips. He mounted the stage, up to the other three or four others successful candidates, and stood proudly up there.
Then he realized that he had been considered good enough. He's got a chance at being Chosen.
Which means that he'd be leaving. For quite some time, really. Why was he here? Did he really want to be Chosen? But he couldn't possibly have any magic in him. The thought left him both disappointed and relieved, for some reason. | Name: Bellamy Speirs Valentine
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Maybe just under 6', with an average set of shoulders and an equally average build. He's not particularly thick, nor thin. He's well muscled from his work, but not overly so. His hands are only slightly roughed, still being young, and his face has a sort of stillness to it. And like his face, his entire body, his stance, has a certain stillness, especially when he stands still and waits, or watches. He's tanned from working in the sun, and his hair is a light brown, kept a little long relative to other men. He has a face that could be friendly if he smiled, cold if he showed nothing, and hostile if he frowned or tightened his jaw.
Skills: Woodcutting, stew-making, occasionally hunting, and some basic hand-to-hand and knife combat, from training with his father. His father was a normal soldier, before settling down and opening an inn; Bellamy grew up as the innkeeper's son, well known for his knack with making anything taste good in a stew.
History: The innkeeper's son. He was born to a retired soldier and the local blacksmith's daughter, who had fallen in love sometime during Ronald's- his father- training. His father visited his mother- Elaina- as often as he could, and eventually settled down because of her. After marrying, they started up an inn by taking it off the hands of a dying owner (who died thirteen days afterwards). Shortly thereafter, Elaina became pregnant, and nine months later, Valentine was born.
As the innkeeper's son, he did all the chores for them. He lugged stuff about, served the various clients that came in, eavesdropped on his father and his old war buddies, and took care of the garden, of the chopped wood, and of the occasional need to get some venison without having to buy it or have Ronald go get it. Ronald, of course, taught Bellamy how to hunt on his tenth birthday- and on his thirteenth, started teaching him how to handle himself in a fight, after another kid gave him a black eye. Bellamy wasn't exactly looked at in friendly terms by everybody his age- whatwith living and working at the inn of a dead respected man, who died a foul number after he left the inn.
Kids learned not to mess with him after his soldier of a father started teaching him how to fight- because kids started ending up hurt, kids who had been known to try to humiliate and bully him. One kid, who began hating Valentine because Val took a liking to a girl- who he thought was his, but the girl adamantly demanded she was no one's- was said to have followed Val out into the woods on one of his hunts, and never returned, dead or alive. Val didn't appear to be overly concerned about it, and suddenly, people noticed how still he was, how often he stared but didn't seem to really see the person- just what they were and what they could do.
Valentine never corrected them that he had just kneed the kid who hated him before the kid could get even a dozen feet into the forest, and sent him back home. He didn't mind the controversy, the bad rep- people stopped messing with him, after all.
Valentine continued his life unhindered, though few people managed or dared to get close. He has a half dozen friends, none of them particularly close, though he does go to social events and the like.
Then, one day, while fixing a broken table from one of the weekly brawls, a drunk started taunting him. Valentine handled it as he did with other kids taunting him, or drunk patrons of the bar- he said nothing, except gave that cold stare. And the drunk taunted some more, and some more, and babbling nonsense every now and then. He was a drunk, after all. And when Valentine finally asked what he wanted from him, the drunk dared him to go to the Choosing- which was happening the next day.
So Valentine went, as distant from his family as he was from his friends.
Other:
He doesn't have very many friends, but he respected or even feared, with some amount of controversy about him. He unsettles many, and has always been known as a quiet child, even among friends. Though, he is respected, kids not wanting to screw with him. |
6,838 | 189 | 0 | 614 | 5,799 | Red Arrow
Friday, July 30th, 2043
4:30pm - 2 Hours and 30 Minutes Before Training.
Red Arrow sighed as he looked down over the streets of the city, Blüdhaven, which he currently called home. Much like Gotham, the city had taken on a feeling of perpetual night whether the sun was in the sky or not. It could have been attributed to the budding high rises or the industrial smoke and fog that had come to cover the skies in the past decade or so. There was a plethora of abandoned warehouses, night clubs, and many other areas that would make the perfect stages for criminal activity. The young man couldn't help but worry. With the forward movement of time came a sort of degradation of what should have been great cities. Blüdhaven, Gotham, even his old home Star City, should have been much cleaner. But, with the decline of heroes, even the most historic of cities had become overrun with the petty lowlifes following in the footsteps of super villains and criminal masterminds of the past.
"Help!" The hero was yanked out of his thoughts. A cry from a victim of a crime in progress. He took a second to focus himself. "Somebody please!" Another shout from the same person. If his estimation was correct it was roughly two blocks away. There was a struggle and he was sure he could make it.
"C.O.R.A., activate Bolt Cycle." He commanded his operating system through a remote transceiver in his mask. "Send it to my coordinates. I'll need it soon." Red Arrow spoke calmly as he jumped off the ledge of the final roof. The mugger had finally managed to yank a bag away from a relatively young woman.
"Stop!" She cried as the young vigilante drew and fired an arrow. The head drove into a side of the nearest building, and utilizing a wire connected to it Red swung down. He landed in a roll before coming to a halt in a crouched position. He drew another arrow and took aim for just a moment before releasing it. About halfway between it and the intended target the head of the arrow burst releasing a bolas. It wrapped around the legs of the perpetrator prompting him to stumble and drop to the ground. That gave Red Arrow the time needed to run over to him.
"What the hell is this? Who the..." Before the mugger could go any further Red knelt down and punched him in the face, knocking him unconscious.
"I'll be taking that." The vigilante spoke, using a modulator to disguise his voice, calmly as he grabbed the purse and quickly returned it to the woman. She began to try and thank her young hero as he began to tie up the petty crook and alerted the authorities.
"Get home safe ma'am." He finally spoke to her as his motorcycle pulled into the alleyway. Without another word Red Arrow pulled the helmet off the hover bike and grin sliding it on over his head. He smiled under the helmet, running his gloved fingers over the sleek body of his bike. With help from John he'd been able to customize it from a basic frame they'd purchased. Retractable wheels, and a "manual" mode, gave it a slight edge over other bikes and hover vehicles currently ruling the streets. Should systems malfunction he could use it as his father and grandfather before him had.
He took a moment to rev the engine before shooting off. He had only gone out to patrol because he knew that he'd had some time to kill before the Bat would arrive at the Titan base. He honestly couldn't wait. Training under John's tutelage had been great and he'd most certainly come far, but with Batman, with the Titans, there was more he could do without fear of hurting his teacher or having to really solely on drones and simulations.
Friday, July 30th, 2043
6:30pm - Thirty Minutes Before Training.
Red Arrows engine could be heard for a brief moment as he pulled into the base via a secret entrance into the underground of an old abandoned arcade in the historic district of Neo-Gotham. He whistled cheerfully as he cut it and pulled his helmet off, setting it to rest on the seat. He was all set to train some more today. He knew a few members of the team lived in the base, which meant they were likely here unless they had taken the time to go out like he had.
Still, he turned to grab a small stack of four pizza boxes off the back of the bike. He chuckled still imagining the look on the face of the pizza guy when he went to pick up the order he'd had C.O.R.A. place. "Hey guys! Anybody here?!" He called out as he walked into the main area of the base. "I brought pizza!" He added gleefully holding the pies up above his head. | Name: Calvin Lennard
Alias: G-Man
Experience: 50 days
Hometown: Gotham
Age: 18
Powers: Gravity manipulation of self and anything he touches.
Weaknesses: Anything that would hurt a normal person.
Reason for joining Robin: To be part of something bigger and make a difference.
Appearance: Calvin clocks in at 5'9" tall with a build on the lighter side of average. He has medium-length dark brown hair and blue eyes. He is tan enough to have a bit of color to him, but is still pretty light-skinned. Calvin tends to dress plainly in simple jeans and a t-shirt with sneakers.
His 'superhero outfit' is a simple black t-shirt with a white double-sided arrow pointing up and down. This is accompanied by a pair of jeans and sneakers as well as a pair of aviator goggles. Just because aviator goggles are cool. Also identity concealment.
Brief Bio: Calvin was a high school track and field star who performed incredibly well. Perhaps a bit too well in fact. He dominated pole vaulting, shotput, and jumping events with uncanny ease. After winning the regional championship, Matt confronted Calvin and told him that he knew he was using his metahuman abilities to cheat. Calvin fell for the bluff and begged him not to tell. Matt told Calvin that he would keep his secret if he agreed to join him and use his abilities for something a little more worthwhile than simple sporting events. Calvin agreed and joined the Titans. |
6,839 | 189 | 1 | 1,789 | 2,685 | Jude Davis
Friday, July 30th, 2043
6:15am- 12 Hours and 45 Minutes Before Training
Jude's day begun like many others, tossing and turning in his bed before giving up and staring up at the ceiling as he mentally prepared himself to face the day. With a groan he pulled himself up, wincing at the pain that blossomed through his limbs as he smoothed the stiffness out of them. Fumbling at the nightstand Jude grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen that he kept there, shaking out two pills and downing them down with stale water before he just sat there... not thinking about anything, really, as he stared down at his feet. He did that for awhile, time kind of losing its meaning for awhile, just him, the rug on the ground, and the sound of his own beating heart until he eventually came back to reality and got to the day.
Stepping out of his room with a change of clothes, a towel, and a small bag in hand, Jude made a beeline for the restrooms for his favorite morning ritual. Setting his tools aside Jude stripped down and stepped into the showers, tensing up when the cold water blasted away any remaining grogginess and unwinding when the frigid water began to warm up. Running water was a luxury that he rarely had, with warm water even more so, but now that he had a nearly limitless supply of the stuff it was something he partook in regularly and extensively. For a long time he stood there, head rested against the cool wall as the warm water banished any remaining stiffness as the ibuprofen masked the lingering pain. In this, and many moments like this, Jude found what he could only call inner peace and he drank as much of it as he could.
Friday, July 30th, 2043
8:36am 10 Hours and 24 Minutes Before Training
Jude now found himself sitting at the kitchen table, coffee in hand, a mostly eaten sandwich in the other, and a bored frown plastered on his face as he finished the book spread out in front of him. It was another one of those faux spiritual hippy nonsense that didn't really tell him anything other than how to be pretentious with leaves and rocks. Stuffing the rest of sandwich into his gob, Jude tossed the book into the trash with a grunt, it had been the third book he'd read this week and he had nothing to show for it. Grumbling at his lack of resources or leads, Jude made his way back to his room and rummaged about one of the towers of books he had for something promising, failing that, and settled on a book about chakras. Downing the coffee, Jude went back for another cup before moving the living area and settling into the corner of the massive couch that dominated the room. With his work cut out for him, Jude began to dive into the book with about as enthusiastic as a highschooler opening a textbook in the first period of the day.
Friday, July 30th, 2043
6:30pm - Thirty Minutes Before Training.
The day had been long and hard, an uphill battle from the start. He'd tore through half the book by now and it hadn't given him much either, just a couple of breathing techniques that should help with stress... or whatever. He sank into the couch and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a string of unintelligible curses and gripes from under his breath. He was getting really tired of this whole thing and began to wonder, not for the first time, if he should give up his little quest in finding out whatever the hell happened to him that day. His gaze found itself locking onto the many scars that dotted his right arm, lifting it up and turning it this way and that in an effort to see every scar that covered its surface. An emotion began to bubble up in his chest that he couldn't really pin down, but there was a hint of determination in there. So with a clench of his fist, Jude steeled his resolve and was promptly shook out of his thoughts by the declaration of "Hey guys! Anybody here? I brought pizza!"
Jude pulled himself up, peering over the lip of the couch to look at Red holding up a stack of pizzas like a trophy. "Cool." was all Jude said but the loud growl that emanated from his stomach betrayed his enthusiasm as he stood up fully, stretching out and letting out a series of pops from his spine. | Name:
Jude Davis
Alias:
N/A, hasn't really thought about it
Experience:
86 Days
Hometown:
Blüdhaven
Age:
20
Powers:
Unbeknownst to Jude, the "comet" that struck him was actually the depowered staff of an Indigo Lantern Tribesman. When it struck the earth it had no way of protecting itself and shattered on impact, embedding hundreds of shards into Jude's body. Normally the shards are inert and powerless, but when Jude sees someone in trouble the fragments absorb his compassion in an effort to recharge and reform.. However due to the damage the purified emotional energy leaks into Jude's body, strengthening him and shielding him from harm. So far the highest level of strength he can reach is to lift 25 tons but it's a rare occurrence, with 10 tons being the norm.
Weaknesses:
As his powers are fueled by his compassion Jude needs an object to project upon for his abilities to work, otherwise he is completely powerless. He must be able to see or hear people in need or in pain to activate his abilities, otherwise he's a just a normal guy.
Reason for joining Robin?:
Initially agreed to joining because he was already fighting crime, might as well get a roof over his head for it. However as time went on Jude begrudgingly found himself getting endeared to the young hero's lofty ideals and his own desire to protect people.
Appearance:
Standing at 6'4 Jude has always been a big kid and with his training under Batman has begun to develop some real muscle. He's got the face of a thug, very rough with a nose forged by one punch too many and peppered with small scars that appear to have cut and burned their way through in equal measures. These peculiar scars travel downwards and touch each limb one way or another, with the majority of them clustered around his chest. Finally his irises have changed to indigo and glow when his powers are in use, faint indigo vapor trails rising from his eyes while light leaks from his scars.
His choice in clothing is very practical, simple and dark t-shirts, thick jeans, and steel toed boots being the staple. The flashiest thing he owns is a leather jacket he stole from a crook, a well worn thing with yellow sleeves and a thunderbolt embroidered on the back. In fact, Jude's "hero outfit" is little more than what he was wearing that day, a bandana pulled over the lower half of his face, a pair of sunglasses, and a simple billed hat. He shaves his head.
Personality:
Jude is, for the most part a very thin brick wall. The stoicism is very much real and it'll take some work to punch through, but once you do you'll find that It's all a farce. As much as he's loath to admit it, Jude feels far too much for his own good and has been forced to bottle it up for far too long. Needing to grow up fast for the benefit of others, Jude isn't equipped to deal with the flood of emotions he's been walling off for the past ten years and is struggling to keep it all contained and out of sight from the others.
Yet, when he isn't tiptoeing around a mental breakdown, you will find him to be an affable if not restrained sort. He doesn't normally shy away from social interactions and will usually indulge his teammates in whatever they ask of him outside of duty. He has a dry, sardonic humor that uses as both a way to connect to others and as a defense mechanism. Jude has a soft spot for kids and prioritizes their safety far above his own, this spreads to most people younger than him but the paternal feelings leave around 18. He doesn't smile often but when he does, it rivals the sun.
BRIEF Bio:
His is a long story, full of loss, hardship, pain, and perseverance. It began soon after his twelfth birthday when his father, an retired boxer who owned a gym, refused to pay protection money from one of the local gangs and sent their boys packing with some new broken bones and missing teeth. Naturally the gang didn't appreciate this much and decided an example was needed. Que one fire bombing and Jude was sans a father, a home, and bounced between foster homes for a year before finally running away all together with his friends, Roach and Avery.
The years went by, the three urchins adopting a nomadic lifestyle of pickpocketing, petty thievery, and eventually mugging to get by while avoiding the various street gangs like the plague. They became known for protecting other kids and spying on parents they suspected of abusing their kids, gathering evidence and anonymously tipping off CPS. Around the time of his eighteenth birthday the three had become something like folk heroes to the little kids of The Blüd, with Jude especially taking time to teach many kids how to throw a punch like his own old man did for him.
Things took a turn for the sour however when a splinter gang from Gotham showed up and started raising hell. They destroyed and hurt people for the sheer sadism of it, claiming it was all a big joke and they were the punch line. Jude didn't like that shit at all, and neither did the Black Street Hounds. The Hounds were one of the "good gangs", staying away from drugs and mainly working through extortion and violence to keep order in their turf. Jude, Roach, and Avery soon offered their services if it meant getting at this gang of jokers who had endangered a lot of people. The leader of the Hounds agreed and soon enough there was a brawl.
The fighting was intense, the Hounds were a tough crew but this new gang was hopped on so many drugs that they took every hit with a laugh and fought twice as hard as before. The fighting was caught in a stalemate until Roach was brought down by five gang members, holding him down as they stabbed him to death. Seeing his childhood friend laying in a pool of his own caused something in Jude snap and from what he was told later, become the scariest thing anyone had ever seen. Taking a wrench Jude became a whirlwind of blows, breaking arms, fracturing ribs, and pulverizing the jaws of those who had killed his friend. Then, seemingly as an act of divine will, his world exploded into shrapnel and fire as a comet struck at his feet.
Unconsciousness took him soon after the blast and when he next woke he was in the basement of the Hound's doc. He was soon brought up to speed as he'd been unconscious for days. After his outburst and the comet strike, the outsiders wavered for the first time and the Hounds pounced. The fight ended soon after and the outsiders were shattered, scattering to the four winds. Unfortunately there was no saving Roach and he bled out on the ground.
Jude and Avery were devastated and tried to cope, with various levels of success. Jude tried burying himself with the kids, teaching them the right spots to hit if someone pulls a knife on you, while Avery took to bottles and pills. Jude tried to be there for them, he really did, but there's only so many times you can hold back your friends hair as they vomit in a toilet. After one shouting much too many, Jude packed a bag and left, hitchhiking around before settling in Gotham a year later.
Gotham was better than The Blüd, but only just. He only had to worry about getting mugged once a week and he even got a job in a small time library. He discovered his powers two months into his time in Gotham when he came to the defense of an old lady who got cornered by some thugs, sending the leader of the poor bastards flying three yards with a shove.
After that he began to experiment, quickly finding out the hard way that he couldn't just run up on some thugs and get super powers. It took him about two weeks before he realized the trigger was innocent people in trouble, by that time already growing a name for himself as troublemaker in the eyes of the local thugs. This came to a head when a kid in a red suit showed up while he was knocking heads together and helped him put out the trash.
Robin had heard rumors of a guy with a heck of a wallop protecting folks for the past month and wanted him to join his little club. Jude, freshly evicted from his rat hole of an apartment, agreed and the two immediately hit it off. Jude was impressed with the kids abilities and while his recklessness was a bit concerning to some others it wasn't much different from what he did at his age and silently encouraged the whole thing. A tune he changed right after finding out that he died.
Since then he's tried carrying on as normal, busting heads when he can, working odd jobs when he can't, but this had hit a little too close for Jude's liking and was preparing to pack up and leave once again before Batman contacted him and brought the band back together. Now he's more determined then ever to see this done, for his own sake more than anything else.
Notes:
Jude is in near constant pain, but manageable, pain from the fragments embedded in his body. As a consequence he doesn't get much restful sleep and is dependent on ibuprofen to get him through the day without snapping at people.
As far as Jude knows the battery that gives him his power is magical in nature and has pursued occult texts in an effort to understand what's happened to him. He never made much progress by himself but as soon as he got sponsored by Batman he's been able to get his hands on more legitimate tomes. He may not be able to do much yet but he can recognize most forms of magic and make educated guesses on the stuff he doesn't yet understand.
He isn't proud of it, but Jude does snag alcohol from the criminals he incapacitates if he can get away with it.
On that note Jude is unrepentant in his scavenging of thugs he beats up, mostly taking money and clothes that might fit him. Any time he's called on it he'll usually dismiss them with a frown and a wave, citing his unemployment and the fact that they're criminals before going back to it.
Due to a splinter of the Joker Gang being the cause of Roaches death, Jude has a particular and intense hatred of them and everything they do.
Has a deep fondness for cats.
| Terry McGinnis | Batman | | Mentor | At Arms Length |
Jude respects the man as a mentor but doesn't trust him very much, a feeling he suspects is mutual. Still, he'll listen to him without too many questions and refrains from looting when he's around just incase he wants to have a... chat about it.
| Carmelita Garcia | Accel | | Teammate | Amicable but distant |
Before he met her Jude thought he was the only one on the team that had it rough, but once he understood the breadth of her condition his pain seemed trivial in comparison. It's been one of the only times he's ever cursed his own lack of book smarts and no amount of spitballing for solutions ever finds an answer. So he respects her time, speaking to her tersely and only when she initiates first.
| Gloria Latham Cathrine "Katty" Walker | Phantom Girl | | Teammate | Relationship Status |
Short description of Gloria's relationship with this character.
| Johnathan Oliver Queen | Red Arrow | | Teammate | Amicable But Guarded |
He thinks "Red" is friendly enough, the two have certainly never gotten into any serious argument at the very least. However his guardedness of his identity hasn't gone unnoticed, just generally accepted. Jude understands the need for secrecy, even though most of the others have given their identities. The guy who's been officially missing for the past eight years and is only one of thousands of Judes is less likely to get identified many others.
| Calvin Lennard | G-Man | | Teammate | Relative Unknown |
G-Man is a good enough kid, or at least Jude likes to think that, but the fact that he's the only other Titan besides Red that lives outside of the HQ has limited their interactions. |
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The week had passed by with very little to entertain Caremlita. Well, it wasn't really a week. It wasn't even a day. To be precise, it was exactly 4 hours 22 minutes and 17 seconds, but to the young woman it had been an entire week. That was her burden to bare. To have a connection to the Speed Force, but not be chosen by the semi-sentient force of physics as a champion, it meant that every waking moment was like unto Hell. She could count the individual flaps of a humming bird's wings so easily, but couldn't hope to keep up herself. No, she could only gift others with that blessing. Why? Why was she punished like this?
The young girl was thankful that another of the new Titans stayed in the lair with her. It meant that with Jude's presence there was at least something happening at all times. It might have been slow and boring, but it was something apart from herself and her own thoughts. That's what she was thankful for. For a good portion of the day the boy tried to read through a book in an attempt to find out more about the accident that gave him his powers, and she read over his shoulder. Of course, she read significantly quicker than he did, so by the time he had finished turning the page, she was ready for the next. It was quite annoying when a sentence hit the end of the page, so it had to be completed on the next. By the time Jude had gotten around to turning the next one over, she had forgotten what it was that she had read. It was so long ago...
Eventually the Latina gave up on trying to follow the information. It was of a personal nature to the boy anyway, and she really couldn't keep up. Or rather, he and the book couldn't keep up with her, so it all was forgotten in the reality of a few minutes. Instead she had positioned herself at the HQ's computer in hopes that it could keep her entertained. A single touch from her finger, and the already incredible processing power grew exponentially more potent. The young girl loaded up a playlist of movies, any kind really, and hit play. There she sat for the next 2 hours, watching 27 different films played out at speeds that would leave other people wondering if the screen was actually even doing anything at all.
"Hey guys! Anybody here?!" Before Red Arrow had even finished vocalizing the 'h' sound, Carmelita reacted. The movie, some foreign flick with far too many topless women for her tastes, came to an abrupt halt as she twisted around in the monitor chair. Red had just finished "guys" as she took the sight in. He was holding a stack of pizza boxes, no doubt purchased for the team prior to the evening's training session with the Batman. Before he could vocalize the offer, she was already on her feet and moving toward him. Delicious, tantalizing dinner was so close, but so far away. Just another 30 minutes, and it would be in her hand... The distance was closing in. Red was halfway through "bought." Finally. Finally Carmelita was within arm's reach. Anticipating the terribly slow reaction of her own appendages, she had raised her hand in advance. Now it closed over one of the boxes. Which one, what kind of pizza was it? She didn't care which. In the last 20 years, or rather 2 1/2 months, she had learned not to be picky with her food when it took hours to serve. Finally, at long last she had sustenance in her grasp. Carmelita snagged the box, opened it up, and began to eat the first slice she got her hands on, all right there in the open, still standing.
"-zza!" Red Arrow finished his declaration, and Carmelita was already chowing down. To an ignorant, outside observer, it would have appeared that an incredibly impatient and selfish girl had just grabbed food from his hands before even knowing if any of it was for her. The team knew better though. At least, they should have by now. Hopefully her demeanor wasn't misinterpreted by anybody, but at this point Carmelita really didn't give a damn. | Name: Terry McGinnis
Alias: Batman
Experience: Three years and two months
Hometown: Gotham
Age: 21
Powers: None. However the bat-suit gives him enhanced attributes and a variety of weaponry and tools.
Weaknesses: He's just a guy in a super durable multi-million dollar bat-suit. His mind and other senses can be attacked and now he no longer has Bruce Wayne in his ear.
Reason for joining Robin?: Terry is honoring the memory of his brother by keeping his team together and training them when not in school or on a mission with the JLU.
Appearance:
BRIEF Bio: In the beginning, Terry lost his father. Shortly after he became Batman with the guidance of the original, Bruce Wayne. Terry lived with his mother and younger brother until he was out of high school and got an apartment of his own. The last fourteen months he'd been living the dream, going to college, and being a member of the Justice League. Everything came crashing down when an enemy of Wayne's brought up the connection to the Batman Beyond Project. Terry got the DNA test, but Bruce didn't have the answers Terry was looking for and Amanda Waller was in as bad condition as Bruce Wayne. The two had a falling out and Terry operated as Batman without Bruce for three months. That was until Bruce found proof he had no hand in the Project and was unaware Waller and a splinter cell of Cadmus swiped his DNA.
Four months ago Wayne's health took a turn for the worse. While he was still of sound mind and body he signed his remaining fortune and stock in Wayne/Powers over to Terry.
Six weeks ago Matt McGinnis found out his brother was Batman and that their father was somehow Bruce Wayne. He did this by hacking an old email account of Terry's that he used to frequently send messages to Maxine. Realizing he could be a hero loved by millions Matt made a Robin suit and the rest is history.
Terry is still grieving the loss of his fifteen year old brother and his mother is taking it exceptionally hard. To get his head right he's taking time away from the League to train the Titans as well as help his mother in times of stress. It's one thing to lose an ex, it's another thing entirely to lose a child.
Notes:
* Obviously I've used bits of continuity from here and there. Still no clue who gave the info to Terry, that will be a sub-plot for much later.
* The JLU in this is greatly influenced by the cartoon interpretation as well as the JL Beyond 2.0 comic some time after. Members include Superman (Clark Kent), Barda, Warhawk, Aquagirl, Micron, Green Lantern (Kai-Ro), Shazam (Billy Batson), and Starfire. They're based in Metro-Tower in Metropolis.
* Most people are familiar with the show so the most of the continuity will be used from that. Stalker will come into play down the road. As well as another original enemy inspired by one of Batman's rogues.
Important NPCs
Beyond Villains
Classic Villains
Bane's constant use of Venom had degraded his body and transformed him into a wheelchair-bound invalid, barely able to move and needing constant infusions of Venom just to stay alive.
Gangs
In the Static Shock episode Future Shock Static is sent to the future via the accidental activation of a time machine that he, Batman and Robin had confiscated from a villain calling himself Time Code. Time Code's relatively straight forward plan to to charge super villains and ordinary criminals who could afford his prices to help them escape their warrants by sending them far enough into the future that they would be assumed dead and no longer actively searched for. Though Time Code was apprehended and his time machine dismantled it was not before he's sent a great number of criminals roughly forty years into the future. Now in the 2040s these criminals have resurfaced in the current timeline and armed with 2040s technology have banded together to form a crime syndicate which aims to take control of the underworld of Gotham. |
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Friday, July 30th, 2043
Early in the morning Katty's eyes snapped open. In that instant she was wide awake but she didn't pull the blankets off herself yet. It took her several seconds to remember where she was, why she wasn't sleeping in the old abandoned gym that had become her home for a few months. When her mind caught up with her surroundings she still didn't move. For the next fifteen minutes she watched the wall opposite her gathering the energy she needed to face the coming day. She always got up early but each morning she wished desperately that she didn't have to, that she could just curl up in a ball under the blankets and sleep for an eternity without disturbance, worry or most of all guilt.
Katty's room in the Titan's bunker was small, simple and almost purely functional. After she made her bed the only things in the room to suggest that it was occupied were a few sets of clothes in the dresser and a respectable supply of cosmetics on the vanity in the corner. She grabbed a few necessities from amongst the latter and a towel from the hook on her door and departed the room for the showers, making sure to lock the door behind her. Though she trusted the other Titans to a point she would not have put it past one of them to search her room, after all she'd have done the same to any of them and had to the few that lived in the HQ like her. Most of all though she didn't wish them to find a data storage device that she'd hidden in her living space. It contained all the information she'd gathered on her fellow teammates as well as their mentor the Batman and their former leader including some speculation regarding their civilian identities and motives. She did not regard this as wrong as she felt she had a right to know who she was working with but if it were found it would lead to discord within the team.
When Katty entered the showers she heard running water which indicated that someone else was already awake and beginning their day. She guessed it was Jude as he was the only live in Titan who rose as early as she did. Some form of chronic pain kept him from getting a decent night's rest so he was awake near dawn. She showered before returning to room without speaking to Jude or letting him know she'd been present beyond the sounds of water from her stall. Katty applied a basic coat of makeup and braided her hair in one long rope down her back before she pulled on her clothes and a leather jacket and exiting the HQ. She brought with her the goggles that concealed her identity in her hero outfit just in case something unexpected happened while she was out.
Katty spent most of the day wandering the city. She sat on various sky rails starring out into the horizon for hours as the train ran round and round it's loop of Gotham. Not for the first time she wished she had her own vehicle. She liked the speed of the sky trains but it didn't really compare to flying down the highways with the wind in her hair going just a little faster than was wise. Among other activities she dropped by the Gotham Public Archives and as the sun began to sink low she visited an old dive bar on the east end. She took a seat at the counter and ordered a glass of whiskey. She sat their staring at it, rebuking anyone who tried to talk to her. Katty stayed like that for nearly an hour before glancing at the clock and realizing that it was about time she returned to HQ. The Batman would be arriving shortly after all. She left her glass on the counter still completely full.
When she returned to the bunker she found that Red Arrow had arrived from Bludhaven and had brought an offering of pizza. She took one of the boxes from him without a thank you and opened it up. A heavenly smell of extreme grease permeated the room the moment the pizza was exposed to air. Katty smiled. The pizza was from an old franchise that had shut down in Gotham some ten years ago due to some health code violations. The only remaining locations were in Bludhaven and though people rather suspected they paid off the health inspectors to stay open not many people minded enough to abstain from the greasy treat.
Katty took a large bite and swallowed. It was as good as she remembered. "Ah," she sighed contentedly "The sound of my arteries clogging. Cheers Red." | Name:
Gloria Latham
Alias:
Phantom Girl
Gender:
Female
Age:
19
Text Color:
Black
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Full Disclosure:
To the team Gloria goes by the name Catherine "Katty" Walker. Matt knew her true identity but respected her decision to keep it from the rest of the team. With him dead no one is aware of her real name.
To go with her false name Gloria has an identicard of such quality that it would be impossible to distinguish it from those distributed by the government. Attached to the card is a paper trail that seemingly dates back nineteen years. This includes a social security number consistent with the year and month of birth listed, previous addresses, elementary and high school transcripts, driving lessons and a license as well as all the other hallmarks of a normal life.
The identicard is one of the highest grade available on the market and Gloria paid a serious price to obtain hers. Though the card is flawless the cyber history that goes with it cannot stand up to the same level of scrutiny. It was designed to be passable to all but the most serious checks. Each piece of information can be verified at all levels in cyberspace however as it is a fiction it cannot be verified in reality. The name on the identicard appears in the roster of the schools that it claims "Catherine Walker" attended but while their system indicates a full academic career no photos of her appear in their records including graduation and yearbook. Likewise the smallest details of the history are suspect if the investigator knows what to look for. Things like DUIs, speeding tickets, or even just running a red light are missing. As are club entrees, checkpoint scans, and other such every day tasks required of the card beyond two months previous. Similarly no photos exist in the record beyond two months ago except for those so generic they are not necessarily the actual person, such as baby photos in the hospital records.
On top of that the card is effectively meant to pass the scrutiny of officials who have no personal connection or inside knowledge about the card's holder. Those who are in regular contact with the owner of the card could spot discrepancies between the history it claims for them and their normal manner. Though none of that is definitive proof of anything it is grounds for serious suspicion.
Appearance
Physical Appearance:
Extreme over extension of Gloria's abilities several years ago has resulted in a mild but consequential skin burn over most of her right arm and shoulder and her left hand a forearm. Though not debilitating it left the skin completely smooth, obliterated both her fingerprints and the harm follicles of the affected areas.
She has a tattoo on her shoulder from her time with the Jokerz that marks her as a member of the ruthless all female Joker gang, The Harlequins. It's four diamonds, three black with one red on the right and below the formation the word "Ace" and a heart symbol.
Aesthetic:
Titan's Uniform:
Her original costume was fairly simple. It consisted of a long black cloak with a large hood that shadowed her face, black steel toed boots designed for running, black leggings and a tank top. The only point of real flare was a studded belt emblazoned with a skull.
The Titan's Uniform is flashier and more practical but only specific elements were provided by Batman.
She kept the shoes from her previous set, the steel toe gives her an extra kick in combat, they have good grip and they're excellent for running and jumping.
She wears a pair of motorcycle pants, stark black and form fitting but not restrictive any more than other clothing. They provide a modest amount of padding to blows and falls as they're designed to protect the wearer to a certain degree in motorcycle accidents.
Her belt is outfitted with smoke pellets for use in scare tactics and escapes. It retains the silver skull from her previous costume.
The shirt she wears is black with sleeves that extend to the elbows, a neckline descending about an inch below the collar bone and two white strips on either side terminating at the shoulder.
She wears a black choker around her neck with a simple silver locket that hangs in the hollow of her throat.
The last two pieces of her costume were designed and provided by Batman. These include a modified version of her original cloak, this edition is made out of a material meant for harsh environments. It is heat and cold resistant, water proof, non conductive, provides radiation shielding to a degree and is somewhat effective at impact negation. The interior of the cloak is emblazoned with white wings as seen below. The cloak is reversible, she wears the wings on the outside when making a statement.
The other piece of equipment Batman provided is a set of black reflective motorcycle goggles. These are designed with a number of visual settings including night vision, infrared, as well as a camera which records onto a chip set into the side. The tint of the glass can also be altered, mostly for style.
Personal Possessions:
- An ornate silver butterfly knife engraved with the letter X.
- A silver locket that no one ever sees her open.
Powers and Abilities
Powers:
Gloria has the ability to shift the quantum frequency at which her molecules vibrate in order to pass through solid matter.
All matter on our plane of existence vibrates at a specific quantum frequency. It's like a signal that all matter operates on.
By altering her own quantum frequency ever so slightly Gloria can pass through matter.
Weaknesses:
The biggest exception to this is electricity. Strong electrical currents are capable of jumping quantum frequencies. This means that attempting to phase through something that carries an electric charge effectively expose Gloria to that electricity. Depending on the voltage the effects of this exposure will vary. Anything with a high charge will effectively stop Gloria from being able to phase through the material. Any exposure to electricity in this state will result in intense pain but if the charge is low enough she may be able to push through. This kind of stress of her powers will leave behind something akin to a severe friction burn on any exposed skin that went through the process, effects on clothing may vary by circumstance.
Organic matter carries a discernible electric charge which while not deadly in any sense will result in acute pain if she passes through a living thing such as a person or animal. Passing through vegetation is not a problem as the charge it carries is almost unnoticeable compared to other living things.
Application:
When passing through electronics she is able to fry circuitry, such as security systems or computers by alter her quantum frequency in quick succession while inside the device.
Though density does not effect Gloria's ability to move through a substance it does require greater concentration as if Gloria were to dephase while inside something a denser material would break her apart at the subatomic level while inside a less dense materials her own molecular structure would do the same to the substance.
History
Experience:
Three months
Hometown:
Neo Gotham
Brief Bio:
Gloria was the adoptive daughter of Rose and Peter Latham of Latham and Co Law Offices. There busy jobs defending the elite of Gotham left them little time to spend with their daughters. Whatever time they did have was usually spent with Gloria's little sister Cassandra who was the Latham's only biological child. This lead to a resentful and conflict driven relationship between Gloria and her parents. Further stress developed between them when Gloria's meta gene became active at the age of fourteen. Rose and Peter had a very strict intolerance of superpowered individuals whether it was caused by accident, exposure, design or in Gloria's case nature. They pulled her out of school to keep her out of the public eye and from that day forward she was raised primarily by tutors and servants of the household.
Two years later scandal and tragedy struck the Latham household. Cassandra was found dead on the walkway three stories down from the Latham family penthouse, apparently murdered. Gloria was held responsible by her own parents testimony, which stated that they'd seen Gloria push her sister to her death. Other circumstantial evidence corroborated this theory, however it was far too late to charge Gloria for it. She'd not stuck around long enough to see what the courts would determine. She ran for it, disappearing into the bowels of Neo Gotham.
For a little less than three years Gloria drifted from place to place taking what she needed as much as she had to. At one point she even feel in with a group of Jokerz. Three months previously however something changed, a chance encounter saw Gloria prevent the mugging of a convenience store. This simple act filled a small part of the gaping hole inside her that had opened after she'd run away from home. Desperate to feel as though she wasn't a complete failure, as though she did (even in a small way) matter Gloria set up shop in an abandoned gym. What she didn't know of self defense and combat she taught herself via the web. This began a unique hero career as whenever she saved someone she took something of value from them. Not much, just enough to survive, to keep going. This earned her the name "The Reaper" in the district she inhabited as her favors never came without a price.
Ha! You thought I'd reveal everything? FOOL!
Reason for joining Robin?:
To everyone else she says she joined because she had no place else to go and nothing better to do but really she agreed to Matt's proposal because of a desire to set right those things in her past that haunt her still and to make sure it never happens to anyone else.
PersonalityPragmatic, Analytical, Manipulative, Meticulous, Intuitive, Self-Destructive,
Outward Behavior:
Above all else Gloria is clever and calculating. She approaches every situation from a logical standpoint and very rarely lets her emotions cloud her judgement. This applies to not just to her exploits as a super hero but to her personal interactions as well. She trusts no one any more than she can verify their allegiance and always double checks everything wherever possible. She keeps extensive notes on each of her teammates. That's not to say that's she's cold when dealing with others. She's quite friendly but in the kind of way that someone who's got their prey cornered would be friendly. She gives off an aura of sizing up the people that she talks to, like she's already figured out the easiest way to take them down. Buried deeply is Gloria's dangerous sense of reckless abandon and her anger management problems. Both of these she keeps rigidly controlled under her mask of calm logic. She channels this energy into an aura of cynicism. As a result much of the time Gloria is sarcastic and doesn't seem to take things very seriously. She's blunt about mistakes made but she doesn't exaggerate, if she tells someone what they did wrong they can usually trust it to be accurate if unkind.
Innate Motivations:
Due to a number of unfortunate incidents in her past Gloria has suffered a great deal. Because of the nature of those incidents on some level Gloria believes that she deserves that suffering, that it's atonement for every mistake she's ever made. As a result on any given mission Gloria doesn't shy away from pain or injury. She's not stupid, she doesn't seek to get hurt in the field but in any of her plans her own safety is always the lowest priority. She always takes the role that garners the most risk, partly to protect her teammates but mostly because she doesn't care about her own discomfort. On a very deep level that she's not consciously aware of Gloria believes she lost the right to live a long time ago and her continued existence is due only to circumstance. She's looking for a way to die that has some meaning and some purpose so she can rest knowing she at least did something right.
Notes:
Gloria segregates many of her behavioral tendencies and habits into different personas that she's held over the course of her life. For instance "Katty" embodies her search for redemption, her pursuit of justice and her willingness to put the needs and well being of others before her own. In contrast "Ace", the name she went by as a member of the Jokerz represents her vicious tendencies, a reckless devil may care attitude and impulse control issues.
Gloria was raised for several years almost exclusively by private tutors and other such professional help. While she doesn't have any formal degree representing an education she is versed on many subjects as her parents never gave her teachers a curriculum and being curious as she was asked for lessons about subjects that interested her at the time. These range from how her powers actually work to American Sign Language to notable superheroes of the 21st century. She had many different and changing interests as she grew up which often result in her knowing odd or very specific information about seemingly random topics.
| Terrence "Terry" McGinnis | Batman | | Mentor | Relationship Status |
Short description of Gloria's relationship with this character.
| Mathew "Matt" McGinnis | Robin | | Leader | Deceased |
Gloria felt a kinship with Matt who she only knew as Robin. Though she knew very little about him, far less than he knew about her, Gloria trusted him. She considered him to be good and kind and possessed of the best intentions. All traits that she values and does her best to emulate. Gloria respected him as in their first encounter he engaged her in a one on one combat and emerged victorious before making his offer. However she also believed him to be too headstrong and reckless. His death impacted her greatly (though she does not show it) but it did not come as a shock.
| Jonathan Oliver Queen | Red Arrow | | Teammate | Wary but Amusing |
Red Arrow carries the strange dichotomy of being the team member that Gloria has the most faith in and the one she trusts the least. Through some casual conversation she is aware that he is a legacy hero, either the son or the grandson of one of the vigilante's from the Golden Age of superheroes. As a result she respects both his talent, his skill, his equipment and his engineering abilities though she'd be the first to point out that he could apply all four more effectively. In any combat situation she leans on him the most out of anyone because she has absolute faith that he will do what is necessary for the greater good. The flip side of this sees him as the teammate the she keeps at arms length at all times. Though she'd trust him with her life she would never confide anything remotely personal to him. His insistence on keeping his identity a secret is a sign to her that while he can be trusted as a hero he can't be trusted as friend or as a person. She enjoys witty banter and conversation with him but it never strays within a mile of her life or her past.
| Carmelita Garcia | Accel | | Teammate | Pitiable |
Gloria values Carmelita as an asset to the team and respects her as someone who without agenda or ulterior motive wishes to improve the city. However Gloria regards Carmelita's powers as a serious security risk. She sympathizes and pities the state that Carmelita's incomplete connection to the Speed Force has left her in and in addition to Gloria's other research has as best she can been looking for a solution to the problem. Gloria has heard Carmelita describe her state as a living hell and has come to the conclusion that for the chance to become a full fledged speedster and thus be freed from her prison Carmelita would do anything. To Gloria that includes the very real chance of betrayal. Though Gloria values Accel as part of the team she is on constant guard for the day that Carmelita will betray the Titans for her own sake.
| Calvin Lennard | G-Man | | Teammate | Contemptible |
Gloria doesn't like or trust Calvin. Nothing she has discovered about him has inspired any confidence that he has the makings of a hero. She regards him a poor choice on the part of Robin as he is the only member of the Titans who wasn't engaged in a hero career prior to joining the team. She believes he is only their because of Batman's wish to honor Robin. She considers him a nuisance at the best of times and a liability at the worst. She makes no attempt to hide this though her words are mitigated somewhat by the fact that she uses the same mocking tone and harsh language with every member of the team. She believes Calvin is only invested as long as his tenure with the Titans is "fun" and that the moment they hit a significant roadblock in which a sacrifice is required on his part he will desert them. She often refers to him as "playing hero".
| Jude Davis | Compassion Man | | Teammate | Relationship Status |
Short description of Gloria's relationship with this character.
| Character Name | Superhero Alias | | Relation to person in two words | Relationship Status |
Short description of Gloria's relationship with this character. |
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Calvin sat in his room on his computer researching the effects that changes in gravity have on the human body. Through his bedroom door he could hear the telltale clinking and scraping of utensils on plates. It seemed as though his parents were eating without him.
Again.
Calvin looked to his trophy shelf and sighed. He had sold most of the trophies he had earned. They didn't really have any meaning to him.
Suddenly the alarm on his phone began to go off. He already knew what the alarm was for without even having to look. It was training time. Finally. It was the one thing he had to look forward to.
After shutting down his computer and grabbing his bag, he was out the door. He didn't bother announcing his departure. He knew his parents wouldn't care.
Everyone else was already at the HQ when Calvin arrived, but that was normal. Red Arrow was the only other Titan who didn't live at the base, but he had a motorcycle while Calvin had to walk, so he was always the last one present.
The others were already chowing down on Red's gift of pizza when Calvin entered. He rushed forward perhaps a bit too eagerly and grabbed his share, quickly gobbling down the first slice to queit is grumbling belly.
Halfway through his third slice Calvin realized he hadn't said a thing to any of his teammates since his arrival. Feeling the need to break the silence, he decided to say something.
"So, any idea as to when the Bat will arrive?" | Name:
Jude Davis
Alias:
N/A, hasn't really thought about it
Experience:
86 Days
Hometown:
Blüdhaven
Age:
20
Powers:
Unbeknownst to Jude, the "comet" that struck him was actually the depowered staff of an Indigo Lantern Tribesman. When it struck the earth it had no way of protecting itself and shattered on impact, embedding hundreds of shards into Jude's body. Normally the shards are inert and powerless, but when Jude sees someone in trouble the fragments absorb his compassion in an effort to recharge and reform.. However due to the damage the purified emotional energy leaks into Jude's body, strengthening him and shielding him from harm. So far the highest level of strength he can reach is to lift 25 tons but it's a rare occurrence, with 10 tons being the norm.
Weaknesses:
As his powers are fueled by his compassion Jude needs an object to project upon for his abilities to work, otherwise he is completely powerless. He must be able to see or hear people in need or in pain to activate his abilities, otherwise he's a just a normal guy.
Reason for joining Robin?:
Initially agreed to joining because he was already fighting crime, might as well get a roof over his head for it. However as time went on Jude begrudgingly found himself getting endeared to the young hero's lofty ideals and his own desire to protect people.
Appearance:
Standing at 6'4 Jude has always been a big kid and with his training under Batman has begun to develop some real muscle. He's got the face of a thug, very rough with a nose forged by one punch too many and peppered with small scars that appear to have cut and burned their way through in equal measures. These peculiar scars travel downwards and touch each limb one way or another, with the majority of them clustered around his chest. Finally his irises have changed to indigo and glow when his powers are in use, faint indigo vapor trails rising from his eyes while light leaks from his scars.
His choice in clothing is very practical, simple and dark t-shirts, thick jeans, and steel toed boots being the staple. The flashiest thing he owns is a leather jacket he stole from a crook, a well worn thing with yellow sleeves and a thunderbolt embroidered on the back. In fact, Jude's "hero outfit" is little more than what he was wearing that day, a bandana pulled over the lower half of his face, a pair of sunglasses, and a simple billed hat. He shaves his head.
Personality:
Jude is, for the most part a very thin brick wall. The stoicism is very much real and it'll take some work to punch through, but once you do you'll find that It's all a farce. As much as he's loath to admit it, Jude feels far too much for his own good and has been forced to bottle it up for far too long. Needing to grow up fast for the benefit of others, Jude isn't equipped to deal with the flood of emotions he's been walling off for the past ten years and is struggling to keep it all contained and out of sight from the others.
Yet, when he isn't tiptoeing around a mental breakdown, you will find him to be an affable if not restrained sort. He doesn't normally shy away from social interactions and will usually indulge his teammates in whatever they ask of him outside of duty. He has a dry, sardonic humor that uses as both a way to connect to others and as a defense mechanism. Jude has a soft spot for kids and prioritizes their safety far above his own, this spreads to most people younger than him but the paternal feelings leave around 18. He doesn't smile often but when he does, it rivals the sun.
BRIEF Bio:
His is a long story, full of loss, hardship, pain, and perseverance. It began soon after his twelfth birthday when his father, an retired boxer who owned a gym, refused to pay protection money from one of the local gangs and sent their boys packing with some new broken bones and missing teeth. Naturally the gang didn't appreciate this much and decided an example was needed. Que one fire bombing and Jude was sans a father, a home, and bounced between foster homes for a year before finally running away all together with his friends, Roach and Avery.
The years went by, the three urchins adopting a nomadic lifestyle of pickpocketing, petty thievery, and eventually mugging to get by while avoiding the various street gangs like the plague. They became known for protecting other kids and spying on parents they suspected of abusing their kids, gathering evidence and anonymously tipping off CPS. Around the time of his eighteenth birthday the three had become something like folk heroes to the little kids of The Blüd, with Jude especially taking time to teach many kids how to throw a punch like his own old man did for him.
Things took a turn for the sour however when a splinter gang from Gotham showed up and started raising hell. They destroyed and hurt people for the sheer sadism of it, claiming it was all a big joke and they were the punch line. Jude didn't like that shit at all, and neither did the Black Street Hounds. The Hounds were one of the "good gangs", staying away from drugs and mainly working through extortion and violence to keep order in their turf. Jude, Roach, and Avery soon offered their services if it meant getting at this gang of jokers who had endangered a lot of people. The leader of the Hounds agreed and soon enough there was a brawl.
The fighting was intense, the Hounds were a tough crew but this new gang was hopped on so many drugs that they took every hit with a laugh and fought twice as hard as before. The fighting was caught in a stalemate until Roach was brought down by five gang members, holding him down as they stabbed him to death. Seeing his childhood friend laying in a pool of his own caused something in Jude snap and from what he was told later, become the scariest thing anyone had ever seen. Taking a wrench Jude became a whirlwind of blows, breaking arms, fracturing ribs, and pulverizing the jaws of those who had killed his friend. Then, seemingly as an act of divine will, his world exploded into shrapnel and fire as a comet struck at his feet.
Unconsciousness took him soon after the blast and when he next woke he was in the basement of the Hound's doc. He was soon brought up to speed as he'd been unconscious for days. After his outburst and the comet strike, the outsiders wavered for the first time and the Hounds pounced. The fight ended soon after and the outsiders were shattered, scattering to the four winds. Unfortunately there was no saving Roach and he bled out on the ground.
Jude and Avery were devastated and tried to cope, with various levels of success. Jude tried burying himself with the kids, teaching them the right spots to hit if someone pulls a knife on you, while Avery took to bottles and pills. Jude tried to be there for them, he really did, but there's only so many times you can hold back your friends hair as they vomit in a toilet. After one shouting much too many, Jude packed a bag and left, hitchhiking around before settling in Gotham a year later.
Gotham was better than The Blüd, but only just. He only had to worry about getting mugged once a week and he even got a job in a small time library. He discovered his powers two months into his time in Gotham when he came to the defense of an old lady who got cornered by some thugs, sending the leader of the poor bastards flying three yards with a shove.
After that he began to experiment, quickly finding out the hard way that he couldn't just run up on some thugs and get super powers. It took him about two weeks before he realized the trigger was innocent people in trouble, by that time already growing a name for himself as troublemaker in the eyes of the local thugs. This came to a head when a kid in a red suit showed up while he was knocking heads together and helped him put out the trash.
Robin had heard rumors of a guy with a heck of a wallop protecting folks for the past month and wanted him to join his little club. Jude, freshly evicted from his rat hole of an apartment, agreed and the two immediately hit it off. Jude was impressed with the kids abilities and while his recklessness was a bit concerning to some others it wasn't much different from what he did at his age and silently encouraged the whole thing. A tune he changed right after finding out that he died.
Since then he's tried carrying on as normal, busting heads when he can, working odd jobs when he can't, but this had hit a little too close for Jude's liking and was preparing to pack up and leave once again before Batman contacted him and brought the band back together. Now he's more determined then ever to see this done, for his own sake more than anything else.
Notes:
Jude is in near constant pain, but manageable, pain from the fragments embedded in his body. As a consequence he doesn't get much restful sleep and is dependent on ibuprofen to get him through the day without snapping at people.
As far as Jude knows the battery that gives him his power is magical in nature and has pursued occult texts in an effort to understand what's happened to him. He never made much progress by himself but as soon as he got sponsored by Batman he's been able to get his hands on more legitimate tomes. He may not be able to do much yet but he can recognize most forms of magic and make educated guesses on the stuff he doesn't yet understand.
He isn't proud of it, but Jude does snag alcohol from the criminals he incapacitates if he can get away with it.
On that note Jude is unrepentant in his scavenging of thugs he beats up, mostly taking money and clothes that might fit him. Any time he's called on it he'll usually dismiss them with a frown and a wave, citing his unemployment and the fact that they're criminals before going back to it.
Due to a splinter of the Joker Gang being the cause of Roaches death, Jude has a particular and intense hatred of them and everything they do.
Has a deep fondness for cats.
| Terry McGinnis | Batman | | Mentor | At Arms Length |
Jude respects the man as a mentor but doesn't trust him very much, a feeling he suspects is mutual. Still, he'll listen to him without too many questions and refrains from looting when he's around just incase he wants to have a... chat about it.
| Carmelita Garcia | Accel | | Teammate | Amicable but distant |
Before he met her Jude thought he was the only one on the team that had it rough, but once he understood the breadth of her condition his pain seemed trivial in comparison. It's been one of the only times he's ever cursed his own lack of book smarts and no amount of spitballing for solutions ever finds an answer. So he respects her time, speaking to her tersely and only when she initiates first.
| Gloria Latham Cathrine "Katty" Walker | Phantom Girl | | Teammate | Relationship Status |
Short description of Gloria's relationship with this character.
| Johnathan Oliver Queen | Red Arrow | | Teammate | Amicable But Guarded |
He thinks "Red" is friendly enough, the two have certainly never gotten into any serious argument at the very least. However his guardedness of his identity hasn't gone unnoticed, just generally accepted. Jude understands the need for secrecy, even though most of the others have given their identities. The guy who's been officially missing for the past eight years and is only one of thousands of Judes is less likely to get identified many others.
| Calvin Lennard | G-Man | | Teammate | Relative Unknown |
G-Man is a good enough kid, or at least Jude likes to think that, but the fact that he's the only other Titan besides Red that lives outside of the HQ has limited their interactions. |
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Friday, July 30th, 2043
6:35pm - 25 Minutes Before Training.
"Glad you all like it." Red Arrow said calmly as he removed one of his gloves and grabbed a slice for himself. He smiled as he looked over his teammates. He'd more or less gotten used to their little idiosyncrasies. "I was honestly a little worried about it. I mean you can never be too sure who's gonna like or not like the food you bring." He chuckled a little bit, thinking he was glad he more or less knew enough about them. Luckily, he knew that it didn't seem any of them were lactose intolerant. Otherwise, this would have been one of the worst gifts of food.
Still, he couldn't help but let his gaze fall to Carmelita. He was used to her dilemma and behavior, but part of him couldn't help but wonder if he could maybe make something to help her. And then there was the more team oriented dilemma. He had been meaning to talk with the bat about it. The team needed a mode of transportation. Anything that could be used for all of them to get around. Although, given their "in training" status he couldn't help but think Batman wouldn't be too open to the idea. Maybe it was best to try and handle things under wraps before he brought it up.
"So guys, it's almost time. We should finish..." Before Red could finish the sentence the lights of the base cut. "Shit..." He grumbled having just finished the slice. If this was the start, their mentor was early. Expect the unexpected. "Guys?" Red Arrow questioned as he pulled his glove back on and turned around. Thanks to his powers he could see almost perfectly in the dark. That is if he had a moment to let his eyes adjust. With the sudden cut he still needed a moment. He would have to rely on his hearing. How would the others react though. | Name: Calvin Lennard
Alias: G-Man
Experience: 50 days
Hometown: Gotham
Age: 18
Powers: Gravity manipulation of self and anything he touches.
Weaknesses: Anything that would hurt a normal person.
Reason for joining Robin: To be part of something bigger and make a difference.
Appearance: Calvin clocks in at 5'9" tall with a build on the lighter side of average. He has medium-length dark brown hair and blue eyes. He is tan enough to have a bit of color to him, but is still pretty light-skinned. Calvin tends to dress plainly in simple jeans and a t-shirt with sneakers.
His 'superhero outfit' is a simple black t-shirt with a white double-sided arrow pointing up and down. This is accompanied by a pair of jeans and sneakers as well as a pair of aviator goggles. Just because aviator goggles are cool. Also identity concealment.
Brief Bio: Calvin was a high school track and field star who performed incredibly well. Perhaps a bit too well in fact. He dominated pole vaulting, shotput, and jumping events with uncanny ease. After winning the regional championship, Matt confronted Calvin and told him that he knew he was using his metahuman abilities to cheat. Calvin fell for the bluff and begged him not to tell. Matt told Calvin that he would keep his secret if he agreed to join him and use his abilities for something a little more worthwhile than simple sporting events. Calvin agreed and joined the Titans. |
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Calvin had still been pondering Jude's offer of a beverage when Red's sentence was abruptly interrupted by darkness. After setting his box of pizza down on the floor, Calvin pulled out his phone and activated its flashlight so that he could see.
"But I just changed all the bulbs the other day," he said pointing his light at the ceiling. "Did we blow a fuse or something?" | Name:
Gloria Latham
Alias:
Phantom Girl
Gender:
Female
Age:
19
Text Color:
Black
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Full Disclosure:
To the team Gloria goes by the name Catherine "Katty" Walker. Matt knew her true identity but respected her decision to keep it from the rest of the team. With him dead no one is aware of her real name.
To go with her false name Gloria has an identicard of such quality that it would be impossible to distinguish it from those distributed by the government. Attached to the card is a paper trail that seemingly dates back nineteen years. This includes a social security number consistent with the year and month of birth listed, previous addresses, elementary and high school transcripts, driving lessons and a license as well as all the other hallmarks of a normal life.
The identicard is one of the highest grade available on the market and Gloria paid a serious price to obtain hers. Though the card is flawless the cyber history that goes with it cannot stand up to the same level of scrutiny. It was designed to be passable to all but the most serious checks. Each piece of information can be verified at all levels in cyberspace however as it is a fiction it cannot be verified in reality. The name on the identicard appears in the roster of the schools that it claims "Catherine Walker" attended but while their system indicates a full academic career no photos of her appear in their records including graduation and yearbook. Likewise the smallest details of the history are suspect if the investigator knows what to look for. Things like DUIs, speeding tickets, or even just running a red light are missing. As are club entrees, checkpoint scans, and other such every day tasks required of the card beyond two months previous. Similarly no photos exist in the record beyond two months ago except for those so generic they are not necessarily the actual person, such as baby photos in the hospital records.
On top of that the card is effectively meant to pass the scrutiny of officials who have no personal connection or inside knowledge about the card's holder. Those who are in regular contact with the owner of the card could spot discrepancies between the history it claims for them and their normal manner. Though none of that is definitive proof of anything it is grounds for serious suspicion.
Appearance
Physical Appearance:
Extreme over extension of Gloria's abilities several years ago has resulted in a mild but consequential skin burn over most of her right arm and shoulder and her left hand a forearm. Though not debilitating it left the skin completely smooth, obliterated both her fingerprints and the harm follicles of the affected areas.
She has a tattoo on her shoulder from her time with the Jokerz that marks her as a member of the ruthless all female Joker gang, The Harlequins. It's four diamonds, three black with one red on the right and below the formation the word "Ace" and a heart symbol.
Aesthetic:
Titan's Uniform:
Her original costume was fairly simple. It consisted of a long black cloak with a large hood that shadowed her face, black steel toed boots designed for running, black leggings and a tank top. The only point of real flare was a studded belt emblazoned with a skull.
The Titan's Uniform is flashier and more practical but only specific elements were provided by Batman.
She kept the shoes from her previous set, the steel toe gives her an extra kick in combat, they have good grip and they're excellent for running and jumping.
She wears a pair of motorcycle pants, stark black and form fitting but not restrictive any more than other clothing. They provide a modest amount of padding to blows and falls as they're designed to protect the wearer to a certain degree in motorcycle accidents.
Her belt is outfitted with smoke pellets for use in scare tactics and escapes. It retains the silver skull from her previous costume.
The shirt she wears is black with sleeves that extend to the elbows, a neckline descending about an inch below the collar bone and two white strips on either side terminating at the shoulder.
She wears a black choker around her neck with a simple silver locket that hangs in the hollow of her throat.
The last two pieces of her costume were designed and provided by Batman. These include a modified version of her original cloak, this edition is made out of a material meant for harsh environments. It is heat and cold resistant, water proof, non conductive, provides radiation shielding to a degree and is somewhat effective at impact negation. The interior of the cloak is emblazoned with white wings as seen below. The cloak is reversible, she wears the wings on the outside when making a statement.
The other piece of equipment Batman provided is a set of black reflective motorcycle goggles. These are designed with a number of visual settings including night vision, infrared, as well as a camera which records onto a chip set into the side. The tint of the glass can also be altered, mostly for style.
Personal Possessions:
- An ornate silver butterfly knife engraved with the letter X.
- A silver locket that no one ever sees her open.
Powers and Abilities
Powers:
Gloria has the ability to shift the quantum frequency at which her molecules vibrate in order to pass through solid matter.
All matter on our plane of existence vibrates at a specific quantum frequency. It's like a signal that all matter operates on.
By altering her own quantum frequency ever so slightly Gloria can pass through matter.
Weaknesses:
The biggest exception to this is electricity. Strong electrical currents are capable of jumping quantum frequencies. This means that attempting to phase through something that carries an electric charge effectively expose Gloria to that electricity. Depending on the voltage the effects of this exposure will vary. Anything with a high charge will effectively stop Gloria from being able to phase through the material. Any exposure to electricity in this state will result in intense pain but if the charge is low enough she may be able to push through. This kind of stress of her powers will leave behind something akin to a severe friction burn on any exposed skin that went through the process, effects on clothing may vary by circumstance.
Organic matter carries a discernible electric charge which while not deadly in any sense will result in acute pain if she passes through a living thing such as a person or animal. Passing through vegetation is not a problem as the charge it carries is almost unnoticeable compared to other living things.
Application:
When passing through electronics she is able to fry circuitry, such as security systems or computers by alter her quantum frequency in quick succession while inside the device.
Though density does not effect Gloria's ability to move through a substance it does require greater concentration as if Gloria were to dephase while inside something a denser material would break her apart at the subatomic level while inside a less dense materials her own molecular structure would do the same to the substance.
History
Experience:
Three months
Hometown:
Neo Gotham
Brief Bio:
Gloria was the adoptive daughter of Rose and Peter Latham of Latham and Co Law Offices. There busy jobs defending the elite of Gotham left them little time to spend with their daughters. Whatever time they did have was usually spent with Gloria's little sister Cassandra who was the Latham's only biological child. This lead to a resentful and conflict driven relationship between Gloria and her parents. Further stress developed between them when Gloria's meta gene became active at the age of fourteen. Rose and Peter had a very strict intolerance of superpowered individuals whether it was caused by accident, exposure, design or in Gloria's case nature. They pulled her out of school to keep her out of the public eye and from that day forward she was raised primarily by tutors and servants of the household.
Two years later scandal and tragedy struck the Latham household. Cassandra was found dead on the walkway three stories down from the Latham family penthouse, apparently murdered. Gloria was held responsible by her own parents testimony, which stated that they'd seen Gloria push her sister to her death. Other circumstantial evidence corroborated this theory, however it was far too late to charge Gloria for it. She'd not stuck around long enough to see what the courts would determine. She ran for it, disappearing into the bowels of Neo Gotham.
For a little less than three years Gloria drifted from place to place taking what she needed as much as she had to. At one point she even feel in with a group of Jokerz. Three months previously however something changed, a chance encounter saw Gloria prevent the mugging of a convenience store. This simple act filled a small part of the gaping hole inside her that had opened after she'd run away from home. Desperate to feel as though she wasn't a complete failure, as though she did (even in a small way) matter Gloria set up shop in an abandoned gym. What she didn't know of self defense and combat she taught herself via the web. This began a unique hero career as whenever she saved someone she took something of value from them. Not much, just enough to survive, to keep going. This earned her the name "The Reaper" in the district she inhabited as her favors never came without a price.
Ha! You thought I'd reveal everything? FOOL!
Reason for joining Robin?:
To everyone else she says she joined because she had no place else to go and nothing better to do but really she agreed to Matt's proposal because of a desire to set right those things in her past that haunt her still and to make sure it never happens to anyone else.
PersonalityPragmatic, Analytical, Manipulative, Meticulous, Intuitive, Self-Destructive,
Outward Behavior:
Above all else Gloria is clever and calculating. She approaches every situation from a logical standpoint and very rarely lets her emotions cloud her judgement. This applies to not just to her exploits as a super hero but to her personal interactions as well. She trusts no one any more than she can verify their allegiance and always double checks everything wherever possible. She keeps extensive notes on each of her teammates. That's not to say that's she's cold when dealing with others. She's quite friendly but in the kind of way that someone who's got their prey cornered would be friendly. She gives off an aura of sizing up the people that she talks to, like she's already figured out the easiest way to take them down. Buried deeply is Gloria's dangerous sense of reckless abandon and her anger management problems. Both of these she keeps rigidly controlled under her mask of calm logic. She channels this energy into an aura of cynicism. As a result much of the time Gloria is sarcastic and doesn't seem to take things very seriously. She's blunt about mistakes made but she doesn't exaggerate, if she tells someone what they did wrong they can usually trust it to be accurate if unkind.
Innate Motivations:
Due to a number of unfortunate incidents in her past Gloria has suffered a great deal. Because of the nature of those incidents on some level Gloria believes that she deserves that suffering, that it's atonement for every mistake she's ever made. As a result on any given mission Gloria doesn't shy away from pain or injury. She's not stupid, she doesn't seek to get hurt in the field but in any of her plans her own safety is always the lowest priority. She always takes the role that garners the most risk, partly to protect her teammates but mostly because she doesn't care about her own discomfort. On a very deep level that she's not consciously aware of Gloria believes she lost the right to live a long time ago and her continued existence is due only to circumstance. She's looking for a way to die that has some meaning and some purpose so she can rest knowing she at least did something right.
Notes:
Gloria segregates many of her behavioral tendencies and habits into different personas that she's held over the course of her life. For instance "Katty" embodies her search for redemption, her pursuit of justice and her willingness to put the needs and well being of others before her own. In contrast "Ace", the name she went by as a member of the Jokerz represents her vicious tendencies, a reckless devil may care attitude and impulse control issues.
Gloria was raised for several years almost exclusively by private tutors and other such professional help. While she doesn't have any formal degree representing an education she is versed on many subjects as her parents never gave her teachers a curriculum and being curious as she was asked for lessons about subjects that interested her at the time. These range from how her powers actually work to American Sign Language to notable superheroes of the 21st century. She had many different and changing interests as she grew up which often result in her knowing odd or very specific information about seemingly random topics.
| Terrence "Terry" McGinnis | Batman | | Mentor | Relationship Status |
Short description of Gloria's relationship with this character.
| Mathew "Matt" McGinnis | Robin | | Leader | Deceased |
Gloria felt a kinship with Matt who she only knew as Robin. Though she knew very little about him, far less than he knew about her, Gloria trusted him. She considered him to be good and kind and possessed of the best intentions. All traits that she values and does her best to emulate. Gloria respected him as in their first encounter he engaged her in a one on one combat and emerged victorious before making his offer. However she also believed him to be too headstrong and reckless. His death impacted her greatly (though she does not show it) but it did not come as a shock.
| Jonathan Oliver Queen | Red Arrow | | Teammate | Wary but Amusing |
Red Arrow carries the strange dichotomy of being the team member that Gloria has the most faith in and the one she trusts the least. Through some casual conversation she is aware that he is a legacy hero, either the son or the grandson of one of the vigilante's from the Golden Age of superheroes. As a result she respects both his talent, his skill, his equipment and his engineering abilities though she'd be the first to point out that he could apply all four more effectively. In any combat situation she leans on him the most out of anyone because she has absolute faith that he will do what is necessary for the greater good. The flip side of this sees him as the teammate the she keeps at arms length at all times. Though she'd trust him with her life she would never confide anything remotely personal to him. His insistence on keeping his identity a secret is a sign to her that while he can be trusted as a hero he can't be trusted as friend or as a person. She enjoys witty banter and conversation with him but it never strays within a mile of her life or her past.
| Carmelita Garcia | Accel | | Teammate | Pitiable |
Gloria values Carmelita as an asset to the team and respects her as someone who without agenda or ulterior motive wishes to improve the city. However Gloria regards Carmelita's powers as a serious security risk. She sympathizes and pities the state that Carmelita's incomplete connection to the Speed Force has left her in and in addition to Gloria's other research has as best she can been looking for a solution to the problem. Gloria has heard Carmelita describe her state as a living hell and has come to the conclusion that for the chance to become a full fledged speedster and thus be freed from her prison Carmelita would do anything. To Gloria that includes the very real chance of betrayal. Though Gloria values Accel as part of the team she is on constant guard for the day that Carmelita will betray the Titans for her own sake.
| Calvin Lennard | G-Man | | Teammate | Contemptible |
Gloria doesn't like or trust Calvin. Nothing she has discovered about him has inspired any confidence that he has the makings of a hero. She regards him a poor choice on the part of Robin as he is the only member of the Titans who wasn't engaged in a hero career prior to joining the team. She believes he is only their because of Batman's wish to honor Robin. She considers him a nuisance at the best of times and a liability at the worst. She makes no attempt to hide this though her words are mitigated somewhat by the fact that she uses the same mocking tone and harsh language with every member of the team. She believes Calvin is only invested as long as his tenure with the Titans is "fun" and that the moment they hit a significant roadblock in which a sacrifice is required on his part he will desert them. She often refers to him as "playing hero".
| Jude Davis | Compassion Man | | Teammate | Relationship Status |
Short description of Gloria's relationship with this character.
| Character Name | Superhero Alias | | Relation to person in two words | Relationship Status |
Short description of Gloria's relationship with this character. |
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Unfortunate as it was, even this delicious and amazing pizza could not lift Carmelita's spirits. It was good for the first twenty minutes, but she was just bored by the taste after that. In that twenty minutes she had only gotten two bites out of it. Funny, before the incident that gave her powers, she would have told you that getting bored of pizza was impossible, that it was the god of foods. A great many of her opinions had changed since then.
As everyone gathered round to slowly, ever so slowly devour their food at a crawl, the Latina girl had an opportunity to contemplate her companions. She had undoubtedly put more thought into them than they had put into her. Not that that was any big surprise considering her condition. Of course, while she had far more time to think about the team, she had just as much experience together as they all did. In fact, they were in a better position than she was when it came to judging the other teens. The earliest impressions they had made on one another weren't that long ago, still fresh in the new Titans' minds. All that is, except for the partial speedster. For her those couple months had been years, and she'd long forgotten the little details.
So what was a girl to do, trapped in slow motion with nothing entertaining going on? She made up stories. Played out different scenarios in her head starting the other team members. Sometimes she forgot what was real and what was just played in the television of her mind. Today she had to entertain herself a lot, as the fluctuating perception she had was especially terrible. On a good day, she would perceive the world as four times slower. Today was not a good day, about twenty times slower.
That's why she was the first to notice the lights were going out. To the others it would be instant, and no doubt very confusing. To Carmelita it was a gradual dimming that took a few seconds to complete. Their power was off the grid, so it couldn't be shut off. That meant there was only one possibility. The Batman was here.
Accel reacted first, as was usual. Her intention was to get to Red Arrow and empower him with Speed Force energy his heightened senses let him see almost like normal in the darkness, which meant he was the best recipient of her gift. Only there was a problem. No matter how good Accel's perception and reflexes were, her overall speed was still normal. So with Red sitting on the opposite end of the table, Phantom Girl got to him first. Dammit Katty! Move! MOVE! Don't phase him, we need him to scout, no no no! AAAARGH! She was too late. Now that Phantom Girl had done her thing, Accel couldn't touch Red Arrow.
Time for plan B. So what was plan B? Good question. She'd have to improvise. Well, improvise wasn't a great word for it. Technically she always had the time to think things through. So what now? Darkness had overtaken the room, so she could no longer see. Who was closest to her seat again? G-Man? Jude? Which one was it again? And which would best benefit from her power? Well for the moment rectifying the problem of vision came first. She placed a hand on the table, and vibrated. It began to shake and shake and shake faster and faster, deep on a molecular level. She filled it with enough energy that the entire table was now glowing a bright red hot. It wasn't much light, but it was something for the others to work with. | Name: Terry McGinnis
Alias: Batman
Experience: Three years and two months
Hometown: Gotham
Age: 21
Powers: None. However the bat-suit gives him enhanced attributes and a variety of weaponry and tools.
Weaknesses: He's just a guy in a super durable multi-million dollar bat-suit. His mind and other senses can be attacked and now he no longer has Bruce Wayne in his ear.
Reason for joining Robin?: Terry is honoring the memory of his brother by keeping his team together and training them when not in school or on a mission with the JLU.
Appearance:
BRIEF Bio: In the beginning, Terry lost his father. Shortly after he became Batman with the guidance of the original, Bruce Wayne. Terry lived with his mother and younger brother until he was out of high school and got an apartment of his own. The last fourteen months he'd been living the dream, going to college, and being a member of the Justice League. Everything came crashing down when an enemy of Wayne's brought up the connection to the Batman Beyond Project. Terry got the DNA test, but Bruce didn't have the answers Terry was looking for and Amanda Waller was in as bad condition as Bruce Wayne. The two had a falling out and Terry operated as Batman without Bruce for three months. That was until Bruce found proof he had no hand in the Project and was unaware Waller and a splinter cell of Cadmus swiped his DNA.
Four months ago Wayne's health took a turn for the worse. While he was still of sound mind and body he signed his remaining fortune and stock in Wayne/Powers over to Terry.
Six weeks ago Matt McGinnis found out his brother was Batman and that their father was somehow Bruce Wayne. He did this by hacking an old email account of Terry's that he used to frequently send messages to Maxine. Realizing he could be a hero loved by millions Matt made a Robin suit and the rest is history.
Terry is still grieving the loss of his fifteen year old brother and his mother is taking it exceptionally hard. To get his head right he's taking time away from the League to train the Titans as well as help his mother in times of stress. It's one thing to lose an ex, it's another thing entirely to lose a child.
Notes:
* Obviously I've used bits of continuity from here and there. Still no clue who gave the info to Terry, that will be a sub-plot for much later.
* The JLU in this is greatly influenced by the cartoon interpretation as well as the JL Beyond 2.0 comic some time after. Members include Superman (Clark Kent), Barda, Warhawk, Aquagirl, Micron, Green Lantern (Kai-Ro), Shazam (Billy Batson), and Starfire. They're based in Metro-Tower in Metropolis.
* Most people are familiar with the show so the most of the continuity will be used from that. Stalker will come into play down the road. As well as another original enemy inspired by one of Batman's rogues.
Important NPCs
Beyond Villains
Classic Villains
Bane's constant use of Venom had degraded his body and transformed him into a wheelchair-bound invalid, barely able to move and needing constant infusions of Venom just to stay alive.
Gangs
In the Static Shock episode Future Shock Static is sent to the future via the accidental activation of a time machine that he, Batman and Robin had confiscated from a villain calling himself Time Code. Time Code's relatively straight forward plan to to charge super villains and ordinary criminals who could afford his prices to help them escape their warrants by sending them far enough into the future that they would be assumed dead and no longer actively searched for. Though Time Code was apprehended and his time machine dismantled it was not before he's sent a great number of criminals roughly forty years into the future. Now in the 2040s these criminals have resurfaced in the current timeline and armed with 2040s technology have banded together to form a crime syndicate which aims to take control of the underworld of Gotham. |
6,846 | 189 | 8 | 614 | 5,799 | Red Arrow and The Bat
Friday, July 30th, 2043
4:40pm - 20 Minutes Before Training.
Everything happened so fast Red could hardly react. He'd first expected Carmelita to take a shot at juicing him up, but that didn't happen. Katty took hold of him and they were gone. Watching from a distance Terry McGinnis, The Batman, shook his head. It was a good plan in theory, but something like that where you essentially leave your team to fend for themselves should only ever be a last resort.
"Ah... Yeah..." Red Arrow sighed holding his head as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. "But geez... Couldn't the Bat at least let us finish the pizza?" He questioned soft as he shook his head looking towards his teammate. It was silent for a moment. "Slag it. We gotta get back to the others." He said, though part of him was aware Katty would head off on her own, which she did. She was going for the weapons rack. He understood almost immediately, but acting solo probably wasn't for the best. "Seriously?"
Teamwork. That was the key to the exercise. Points for the "team" had already been lost. Batman moved through the based quickly, making only the slightest noise here and there purposefully to give a small fright to G-Man and perhaps even Jude. Carmelita wouldn't likely notice the slight disturbances given her predicament. Then, he moved. He shot a bolo at the young Latina. Though it would seem like torture, it was a sure fire way to give Jude a chance at fighting back. After all, the point was to train, not to immediately subdue. Their choices based off his actions were imperative to learning.
The glow of the table created by Carmelita was a hindrance for sure. Even in her state she worked to improve the probability of team victory for the others as best as she could. Still, the was only helpful as long as he remained visible. As Jude took a moment to react to what would hopefully be the fall of his teammate, Batman shifted his attention to G-Man. He activated his camouflage mode, acting swiftly, positioning himself behind the young hero. He would toy with him first. A tap on the back, followed by a small push as he took a moment to get behind the boy once more when he likely turned to face the unknown threat.
It was a bit disappointing in all honesty. They'd been training for some time and yet G-Man hadn't anticipated the surprise attack. He'd even questioned the lights going out. Being overly suspicious wasn't always for the best, but remaining as lax as the young man did, oblivious to the potential threats around him, was even more dangerous. Batman would have to drill that, among other lessons, into his and the other's heads. | Name: Calvin Lennard
Alias: G-Man
Experience: 50 days
Hometown: Gotham
Age: 18
Powers: Gravity manipulation of self and anything he touches.
Weaknesses: Anything that would hurt a normal person.
Reason for joining Robin: To be part of something bigger and make a difference.
Appearance: Calvin clocks in at 5'9" tall with a build on the lighter side of average. He has medium-length dark brown hair and blue eyes. He is tan enough to have a bit of color to him, but is still pretty light-skinned. Calvin tends to dress plainly in simple jeans and a t-shirt with sneakers.
His 'superhero outfit' is a simple black t-shirt with a white double-sided arrow pointing up and down. This is accompanied by a pair of jeans and sneakers as well as a pair of aviator goggles. Just because aviator goggles are cool. Also identity concealment.
Brief Bio: Calvin was a high school track and field star who performed incredibly well. Perhaps a bit too well in fact. He dominated pole vaulting, shotput, and jumping events with uncanny ease. After winning the regional championship, Matt confronted Calvin and told him that he knew he was using his metahuman abilities to cheat. Calvin fell for the bluff and begged him not to tell. Matt told Calvin that he would keep his secret if he agreed to join him and use his abilities for something a little more worthwhile than simple sporting events. Calvin agreed and joined the Titans. |
6,847 | 189 | 9 | 1,872 | 1,633 | Accel
Carmelita cursed the inaction of some of her teammates. G-Man was still too green, he just didn't get it, so his reflexes were slow. Hell, his realization was slow! Jude didn't seem to be any better in the situation. She twisted round quick as she could to see anything and everything by the glow of the table, but it was too late. Something touched her and she knew that it would be impossible to react quickly enough. Several minutes passed as she submitted to the bondage of a bolas that had struck her from a blind spot, wrapping around her torso and pinning her arms in place. Thankfully her mind was insanely fast, so her balance wasn't thrown and she could activate her powers at speeds beyond normal perception.
The bolas glowed red hot around the young latina, then vibrated itself into a thousand pieces. Accel was free before she was really tied up. A smile would have passed her lips if it weren't a waste of time. Now let's see, where did that bolas originate from? The light of the glowing table wouldn't be enough to spot a master of stealth, and that was made worse by how the suit he wore could camouflage. She was certain she could calculate the weapon's trajectory, but if he were still there then he wouldn't be The Batman, now would he?
Instead Carmelita decided to do what she could to flush out their mentor. A hand slipped into a pouch of marbles, designed for quick and easy release. The little orbs accelerated to insane speeds in her hand, literally jumping from her open palm to the rest of the room and exploding in bright flashes of light! The sudden shift from near darkness to bright light would disorient anybody unprepared, which hopefully included The Batman, but they had a secondary effect that was her true goal: A layer of smoke began to permeate the room. Terrible on the lungs, but great for showing off an invisible force. | Name: Terry McGinnis
Alias: Batman
Experience: Three years and two months
Hometown: Gotham
Age: 21
Powers: None. However the bat-suit gives him enhanced attributes and a variety of weaponry and tools.
Weaknesses: He's just a guy in a super durable multi-million dollar bat-suit. His mind and other senses can be attacked and now he no longer has Bruce Wayne in his ear.
Reason for joining Robin?: Terry is honoring the memory of his brother by keeping his team together and training them when not in school or on a mission with the JLU.
Appearance:
BRIEF Bio: In the beginning, Terry lost his father. Shortly after he became Batman with the guidance of the original, Bruce Wayne. Terry lived with his mother and younger brother until he was out of high school and got an apartment of his own. The last fourteen months he'd been living the dream, going to college, and being a member of the Justice League. Everything came crashing down when an enemy of Wayne's brought up the connection to the Batman Beyond Project. Terry got the DNA test, but Bruce didn't have the answers Terry was looking for and Amanda Waller was in as bad condition as Bruce Wayne. The two had a falling out and Terry operated as Batman without Bruce for three months. That was until Bruce found proof he had no hand in the Project and was unaware Waller and a splinter cell of Cadmus swiped his DNA.
Four months ago Wayne's health took a turn for the worse. While he was still of sound mind and body he signed his remaining fortune and stock in Wayne/Powers over to Terry.
Six weeks ago Matt McGinnis found out his brother was Batman and that their father was somehow Bruce Wayne. He did this by hacking an old email account of Terry's that he used to frequently send messages to Maxine. Realizing he could be a hero loved by millions Matt made a Robin suit and the rest is history.
Terry is still grieving the loss of his fifteen year old brother and his mother is taking it exceptionally hard. To get his head right he's taking time away from the League to train the Titans as well as help his mother in times of stress. It's one thing to lose an ex, it's another thing entirely to lose a child.
Notes:
* Obviously I've used bits of continuity from here and there. Still no clue who gave the info to Terry, that will be a sub-plot for much later.
* The JLU in this is greatly influenced by the cartoon interpretation as well as the JL Beyond 2.0 comic some time after. Members include Superman (Clark Kent), Barda, Warhawk, Aquagirl, Micron, Green Lantern (Kai-Ro), Shazam (Billy Batson), and Starfire. They're based in Metro-Tower in Metropolis.
* Most people are familiar with the show so the most of the continuity will be used from that. Stalker will come into play down the road. As well as another original enemy inspired by one of Batman's rogues.
Important NPCs
Beyond Villains
Classic Villains
Bane's constant use of Venom had degraded his body and transformed him into a wheelchair-bound invalid, barely able to move and needing constant infusions of Venom just to stay alive.
Gangs
In the Static Shock episode Future Shock Static is sent to the future via the accidental activation of a time machine that he, Batman and Robin had confiscated from a villain calling himself Time Code. Time Code's relatively straight forward plan to to charge super villains and ordinary criminals who could afford his prices to help them escape their warrants by sending them far enough into the future that they would be assumed dead and no longer actively searched for. Though Time Code was apprehended and his time machine dismantled it was not before he's sent a great number of criminals roughly forty years into the future. Now in the 2040s these criminals have resurfaced in the current timeline and armed with 2040s technology have banded together to form a crime syndicate which aims to take control of the underworld of Gotham. |
6,848 | 189 | 10 | 1,854 | 4,756 | G-Man
Calvin frantically swept his light about the room as he tried to chase the many small noises Batman was making. It was at about this moment that Calvin realized something fishy was going. Then Batman tapped him on the shoulder.
Calvin spun around only to find was no one was there. When he felt the slight push he spun back around only to once again not see anyone. They were being attacked. He began slowly taking steps backwards while sweeping his light across the room only for him to slip on a slice of pizza and fall to the floor.
Quickly picking himself back up, Calvin decided that he should probably track down his teammates. The glowing table certainly helped, but it only revealed Accel's location. Just as he managed to locate Red, Accel's marbles went off. The bright flash blinded Calvin, causing him to stumble backwards as he jammed his face into the crook of his elbow to cover his eyes. As he stumbled his foot found the pizza yet again causing him slip and once again putting him on his back. He wasn't so quick to get back on his feet this time, however, as he waited for his vision to return. | Name:
Gloria Latham
Alias:
Phantom Girl
Gender:
Female
Age:
19
Text Color:
Black
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Full Disclosure:
To the team Gloria goes by the name Catherine "Katty" Walker. Matt knew her true identity but respected her decision to keep it from the rest of the team. With him dead no one is aware of her real name.
To go with her false name Gloria has an identicard of such quality that it would be impossible to distinguish it from those distributed by the government. Attached to the card is a paper trail that seemingly dates back nineteen years. This includes a social security number consistent with the year and month of birth listed, previous addresses, elementary and high school transcripts, driving lessons and a license as well as all the other hallmarks of a normal life.
The identicard is one of the highest grade available on the market and Gloria paid a serious price to obtain hers. Though the card is flawless the cyber history that goes with it cannot stand up to the same level of scrutiny. It was designed to be passable to all but the most serious checks. Each piece of information can be verified at all levels in cyberspace however as it is a fiction it cannot be verified in reality. The name on the identicard appears in the roster of the schools that it claims "Catherine Walker" attended but while their system indicates a full academic career no photos of her appear in their records including graduation and yearbook. Likewise the smallest details of the history are suspect if the investigator knows what to look for. Things like DUIs, speeding tickets, or even just running a red light are missing. As are club entrees, checkpoint scans, and other such every day tasks required of the card beyond two months previous. Similarly no photos exist in the record beyond two months ago except for those so generic they are not necessarily the actual person, such as baby photos in the hospital records.
On top of that the card is effectively meant to pass the scrutiny of officials who have no personal connection or inside knowledge about the card's holder. Those who are in regular contact with the owner of the card could spot discrepancies between the history it claims for them and their normal manner. Though none of that is definitive proof of anything it is grounds for serious suspicion.
Appearance
Physical Appearance:
Extreme over extension of Gloria's abilities several years ago has resulted in a mild but consequential skin burn over most of her right arm and shoulder and her left hand a forearm. Though not debilitating it left the skin completely smooth, obliterated both her fingerprints and the harm follicles of the affected areas.
She has a tattoo on her shoulder from her time with the Jokerz that marks her as a member of the ruthless all female Joker gang, The Harlequins. It's four diamonds, three black with one red on the right and below the formation the word "Ace" and a heart symbol.
Aesthetic:
Titan's Uniform:
Her original costume was fairly simple. It consisted of a long black cloak with a large hood that shadowed her face, black steel toed boots designed for running, black leggings and a tank top. The only point of real flare was a studded belt emblazoned with a skull.
The Titan's Uniform is flashier and more practical but only specific elements were provided by Batman.
She kept the shoes from her previous set, the steel toe gives her an extra kick in combat, they have good grip and they're excellent for running and jumping.
She wears a pair of motorcycle pants, stark black and form fitting but not restrictive any more than other clothing. They provide a modest amount of padding to blows and falls as they're designed to protect the wearer to a certain degree in motorcycle accidents.
Her belt is outfitted with smoke pellets for use in scare tactics and escapes. It retains the silver skull from her previous costume.
The shirt she wears is black with sleeves that extend to the elbows, a neckline descending about an inch below the collar bone and two white strips on either side terminating at the shoulder.
She wears a black choker around her neck with a simple silver locket that hangs in the hollow of her throat.
The last two pieces of her costume were designed and provided by Batman. These include a modified version of her original cloak, this edition is made out of a material meant for harsh environments. It is heat and cold resistant, water proof, non conductive, provides radiation shielding to a degree and is somewhat effective at impact negation. The interior of the cloak is emblazoned with white wings as seen below. The cloak is reversible, she wears the wings on the outside when making a statement.
The other piece of equipment Batman provided is a set of black reflective motorcycle goggles. These are designed with a number of visual settings including night vision, infrared, as well as a camera which records onto a chip set into the side. The tint of the glass can also be altered, mostly for style.
Personal Possessions:
- An ornate silver butterfly knife engraved with the letter X.
- A silver locket that no one ever sees her open.
Powers and Abilities
Powers:
Gloria has the ability to shift the quantum frequency at which her molecules vibrate in order to pass through solid matter.
All matter on our plane of existence vibrates at a specific quantum frequency. It's like a signal that all matter operates on.
By altering her own quantum frequency ever so slightly Gloria can pass through matter.
Weaknesses:
The biggest exception to this is electricity. Strong electrical currents are capable of jumping quantum frequencies. This means that attempting to phase through something that carries an electric charge effectively expose Gloria to that electricity. Depending on the voltage the effects of this exposure will vary. Anything with a high charge will effectively stop Gloria from being able to phase through the material. Any exposure to electricity in this state will result in intense pain but if the charge is low enough she may be able to push through. This kind of stress of her powers will leave behind something akin to a severe friction burn on any exposed skin that went through the process, effects on clothing may vary by circumstance.
Organic matter carries a discernible electric charge which while not deadly in any sense will result in acute pain if she passes through a living thing such as a person or animal. Passing through vegetation is not a problem as the charge it carries is almost unnoticeable compared to other living things.
Application:
When passing through electronics she is able to fry circuitry, such as security systems or computers by alter her quantum frequency in quick succession while inside the device.
Though density does not effect Gloria's ability to move through a substance it does require greater concentration as if Gloria were to dephase while inside something a denser material would break her apart at the subatomic level while inside a less dense materials her own molecular structure would do the same to the substance.
History
Experience:
Three months
Hometown:
Neo Gotham
Brief Bio:
Gloria was the adoptive daughter of Rose and Peter Latham of Latham and Co Law Offices. There busy jobs defending the elite of Gotham left them little time to spend with their daughters. Whatever time they did have was usually spent with Gloria's little sister Cassandra who was the Latham's only biological child. This lead to a resentful and conflict driven relationship between Gloria and her parents. Further stress developed between them when Gloria's meta gene became active at the age of fourteen. Rose and Peter had a very strict intolerance of superpowered individuals whether it was caused by accident, exposure, design or in Gloria's case nature. They pulled her out of school to keep her out of the public eye and from that day forward she was raised primarily by tutors and servants of the household.
Two years later scandal and tragedy struck the Latham household. Cassandra was found dead on the walkway three stories down from the Latham family penthouse, apparently murdered. Gloria was held responsible by her own parents testimony, which stated that they'd seen Gloria push her sister to her death. Other circumstantial evidence corroborated this theory, however it was far too late to charge Gloria for it. She'd not stuck around long enough to see what the courts would determine. She ran for it, disappearing into the bowels of Neo Gotham.
For a little less than three years Gloria drifted from place to place taking what she needed as much as she had to. At one point she even feel in with a group of Jokerz. Three months previously however something changed, a chance encounter saw Gloria prevent the mugging of a convenience store. This simple act filled a small part of the gaping hole inside her that had opened after she'd run away from home. Desperate to feel as though she wasn't a complete failure, as though she did (even in a small way) matter Gloria set up shop in an abandoned gym. What she didn't know of self defense and combat she taught herself via the web. This began a unique hero career as whenever she saved someone she took something of value from them. Not much, just enough to survive, to keep going. This earned her the name "The Reaper" in the district she inhabited as her favors never came without a price.
Ha! You thought I'd reveal everything? FOOL!
Reason for joining Robin?:
To everyone else she says she joined because she had no place else to go and nothing better to do but really she agreed to Matt's proposal because of a desire to set right those things in her past that haunt her still and to make sure it never happens to anyone else.
PersonalityPragmatic, Analytical, Manipulative, Meticulous, Intuitive, Self-Destructive,
Outward Behavior:
Above all else Gloria is clever and calculating. She approaches every situation from a logical standpoint and very rarely lets her emotions cloud her judgement. This applies to not just to her exploits as a super hero but to her personal interactions as well. She trusts no one any more than she can verify their allegiance and always double checks everything wherever possible. She keeps extensive notes on each of her teammates. That's not to say that's she's cold when dealing with others. She's quite friendly but in the kind of way that someone who's got their prey cornered would be friendly. She gives off an aura of sizing up the people that she talks to, like she's already figured out the easiest way to take them down. Buried deeply is Gloria's dangerous sense of reckless abandon and her anger management problems. Both of these she keeps rigidly controlled under her mask of calm logic. She channels this energy into an aura of cynicism. As a result much of the time Gloria is sarcastic and doesn't seem to take things very seriously. She's blunt about mistakes made but she doesn't exaggerate, if she tells someone what they did wrong they can usually trust it to be accurate if unkind.
Innate Motivations:
Due to a number of unfortunate incidents in her past Gloria has suffered a great deal. Because of the nature of those incidents on some level Gloria believes that she deserves that suffering, that it's atonement for every mistake she's ever made. As a result on any given mission Gloria doesn't shy away from pain or injury. She's not stupid, she doesn't seek to get hurt in the field but in any of her plans her own safety is always the lowest priority. She always takes the role that garners the most risk, partly to protect her teammates but mostly because she doesn't care about her own discomfort. On a very deep level that she's not consciously aware of Gloria believes she lost the right to live a long time ago and her continued existence is due only to circumstance. She's looking for a way to die that has some meaning and some purpose so she can rest knowing she at least did something right.
Notes:
Gloria segregates many of her behavioral tendencies and habits into different personas that she's held over the course of her life. For instance "Katty" embodies her search for redemption, her pursuit of justice and her willingness to put the needs and well being of others before her own. In contrast "Ace", the name she went by as a member of the Jokerz represents her vicious tendencies, a reckless devil may care attitude and impulse control issues.
Gloria was raised for several years almost exclusively by private tutors and other such professional help. While she doesn't have any formal degree representing an education she is versed on many subjects as her parents never gave her teachers a curriculum and being curious as she was asked for lessons about subjects that interested her at the time. These range from how her powers actually work to American Sign Language to notable superheroes of the 21st century. She had many different and changing interests as she grew up which often result in her knowing odd or very specific information about seemingly random topics.
| Terrence "Terry" McGinnis | Batman | | Mentor | Relationship Status |
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| Mathew "Matt" McGinnis | Robin | | Leader | Deceased |
Gloria felt a kinship with Matt who she only knew as Robin. Though she knew very little about him, far less than he knew about her, Gloria trusted him. She considered him to be good and kind and possessed of the best intentions. All traits that she values and does her best to emulate. Gloria respected him as in their first encounter he engaged her in a one on one combat and emerged victorious before making his offer. However she also believed him to be too headstrong and reckless. His death impacted her greatly (though she does not show it) but it did not come as a shock.
| Jonathan Oliver Queen | Red Arrow | | Teammate | Wary but Amusing |
Red Arrow carries the strange dichotomy of being the team member that Gloria has the most faith in and the one she trusts the least. Through some casual conversation she is aware that he is a legacy hero, either the son or the grandson of one of the vigilante's from the Golden Age of superheroes. As a result she respects both his talent, his skill, his equipment and his engineering abilities though she'd be the first to point out that he could apply all four more effectively. In any combat situation she leans on him the most out of anyone because she has absolute faith that he will do what is necessary for the greater good. The flip side of this sees him as the teammate the she keeps at arms length at all times. Though she'd trust him with her life she would never confide anything remotely personal to him. His insistence on keeping his identity a secret is a sign to her that while he can be trusted as a hero he can't be trusted as friend or as a person. She enjoys witty banter and conversation with him but it never strays within a mile of her life or her past.
| Carmelita Garcia | Accel | | Teammate | Pitiable |
Gloria values Carmelita as an asset to the team and respects her as someone who without agenda or ulterior motive wishes to improve the city. However Gloria regards Carmelita's powers as a serious security risk. She sympathizes and pities the state that Carmelita's incomplete connection to the Speed Force has left her in and in addition to Gloria's other research has as best she can been looking for a solution to the problem. Gloria has heard Carmelita describe her state as a living hell and has come to the conclusion that for the chance to become a full fledged speedster and thus be freed from her prison Carmelita would do anything. To Gloria that includes the very real chance of betrayal. Though Gloria values Accel as part of the team she is on constant guard for the day that Carmelita will betray the Titans for her own sake.
| Calvin Lennard | G-Man | | Teammate | Contemptible |
Gloria doesn't like or trust Calvin. Nothing she has discovered about him has inspired any confidence that he has the makings of a hero. She regards him a poor choice on the part of Robin as he is the only member of the Titans who wasn't engaged in a hero career prior to joining the team. She believes he is only their because of Batman's wish to honor Robin. She considers him a nuisance at the best of times and a liability at the worst. She makes no attempt to hide this though her words are mitigated somewhat by the fact that she uses the same mocking tone and harsh language with every member of the team. She believes Calvin is only invested as long as his tenure with the Titans is "fun" and that the moment they hit a significant roadblock in which a sacrifice is required on his part he will desert them. She often refers to him as "playing hero".
| Jude Davis | Compassion Man | | Teammate | Relationship Status |
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| Character Name | Superhero Alias | | Relation to person in two words | Relationship Status |
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6,849 | 189 | 11 | 614 | 5,799 | Red Arrow and The Bat
Friday, July 30th, 2043
4:45pm - 15 Minutes "Before" Training.
Accel reacted much better than Batman could have possibly anticipated. Maybe that was what happened when you basically had all the time in the world to contemplate your next move. He could only imagine how formidable she would be if she had that mind and the speed to back it up. Soon there was a flash. The Bat let out a grunt a pain as he tried to cover his eyes and turn away from the flash. Then came the smoke. He could practically smell it as it covered the room and left him exposed. Like this, he could barely help himself. Though, lucking that didn't matter.
G-Man could hardly handle himself. He was at a loss, tripping over himself like a fool. Red Arrow had made his way to join the group and help take on the bat. He'd been paying a bit more attention though. He wasn't caught off guard. He was more accustomed to having to expect such obstacles in the battlefield. Still, Phantom girl was already on the move.
Batman felt a powerful surge flow throw him for a brief moment as the first strike hit him, only to manage to lift his arm knocking the next punch to the side. He shuddered feeling the girl jump through him. Katty was a natural. More than that honestly. If there was a "best" all around member it was probably her, though Red came in at a close second. Carmelita could possibly be considered in the running were it not for her predicament. Still, having recovered from the flash he turned his head to look in the direction of his attacker before leaping to avoid the sweep.
The big bad bat had only narrowly avoided being taken down only to receive a boxing glove arrow to the chest sending him back. "Shit..." Red grumbled as the bat flew back. That was supposed to be a taser arrow. Digital link with his new quiver and the tech that loaded his arrows with the arsenal of trick heads must have somehow been knocked out of calibration. It happened from time to time. The sadness that came with relying on things he'd yet to properly finish working on. Batman had warned him about this numerous times before. "Phantom Girl, don't give him a second to catch his breath." He said quickly moving toward Accel. Just one touch would be enough to help him take out the bat with Katty.
And yet, their trainer was already on his feet awaiting another attack from the team, a plan in mind, the stage set. He'd spent time placing a number of miniature devices around the base to close off the teams movements. It was a bit underhanded for a training exercise, but in the field enemies would do much worse. Much, much worse. And he wasn't about to let them off easy. | Name: Calvin Lennard
Alias: G-Man
Experience: 50 days
Hometown: Gotham
Age: 18
Powers: Gravity manipulation of self and anything he touches.
Weaknesses: Anything that would hurt a normal person.
Reason for joining Robin: To be part of something bigger and make a difference.
Appearance: Calvin clocks in at 5'9" tall with a build on the lighter side of average. He has medium-length dark brown hair and blue eyes. He is tan enough to have a bit of color to him, but is still pretty light-skinned. Calvin tends to dress plainly in simple jeans and a t-shirt with sneakers.
His 'superhero outfit' is a simple black t-shirt with a white double-sided arrow pointing up and down. This is accompanied by a pair of jeans and sneakers as well as a pair of aviator goggles. Just because aviator goggles are cool. Also identity concealment.
Brief Bio: Calvin was a high school track and field star who performed incredibly well. Perhaps a bit too well in fact. He dominated pole vaulting, shotput, and jumping events with uncanny ease. After winning the regional championship, Matt confronted Calvin and told him that he knew he was using his metahuman abilities to cheat. Calvin fell for the bluff and begged him not to tell. Matt told Calvin that he would keep his secret if he agreed to join him and use his abilities for something a little more worthwhile than simple sporting events. Calvin agreed and joined the Titans. |
6,850 | 190 | 0 | 1,682 | 717 | Luke Skywalker, farmboy, rebel pilot, and Jedi Knight stood in the throne room of Emperor Palpatine, green lightsaber in hand. The tired, beaten form of Darth Vader laid at his feet. His hand had been cut off, revealing a stump full of wires and metal. Luke's own saber was poised at Vader's chest, ready to finish off the Sith Lord. But something held him back. Before he could make a final decision, the cold, rasping voice of the Emperor himself spoke. The decrepit old man was seemed to be filled with joy.
"Good!" he laughed. "Your hate has made you powerful. Now, fulfill your destiny and take your father's place at my side!" Luke looked down at Darth Vader. No. Anakin Skywalker is his name. He thought to himself. Looking at Anakin's mechanical hand made Luke think of his own. Despite everything he had done as Vader, he was still a man. Broken, shamed and out of control, but a man none the less.
With a flick of his thumb, Luke deactivated his lightsaber. "Never." he said, and tossed his lightsaber away. "I'll never turn to the dark side." He stood to his full height, in direct defiance of Palpatine. "You have failed, your highness. I am a Jedi. Like my father before me." The Emperor seemed at a loss for a moment, but only for a moment. His face went from gleeful, to surprise, to rage.
"So be it, Jedi." The emperor raised his hands out in front of him, fingers pointing towards Luke. "If you will not be turned... you will be DESTROYED." Luke's vision blacked out, and he felt searing, burning pain.
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Luke Skywalker, farmboy, Rebel pilot, and Jedi Master woke up in a cold sweat. His Industrial Automaton droid, classified as R2-D2, chirped with surprise. "I'm alright, Artoo. Just-" he paused to rub his eyes and collect his thoughts. "Just a memory."
Luke got up and put on his finest Jedi robe (the only Jedi robe he owned). Today, his first academy student would be arriving, so today could be the most important day of the New Jedi Order. He checked his list again. Amalia of Syrenia (who was already at the Academy here on Yavin IV), Kaandar Dormir, Verais Laro, Bodonawieedo of the Bomu clan, Larion Tash, Sirga Uldin and Reed Aximond. Luke had met all of these young force sensitives once before, but now was the time to put them to the test. | Name: Reed Aximond
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Jedi Class: Guardian
Bio: A native of Corellia, Reed grew up on the streets, fighting kids his age and constantly getting in trouble. Both his parents served in the Rebel fleet, and were off world when Coronet City's capital building was bombed by the Empire. Only a few blocks away, he woke up in a cavern underneath the city that was full of orange crystals. Before he could be rescued, he took one of those crystals and has kept it ever since. He feels like it's important, but still isn't sure why.
Personality: Reed is occasionally headstrong, and almost too honest with people, but when he makes a friend, he stays their friend for life.
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6,851 | 190 | 1 | 1,176 | 85 | Kaandar sat in the chair which he had been picked up by the academy's personal taxi to retrieve. He was writing in his holopad. Kaan hadn't talked to his family since he left them at a young age. He missed his family, but knew he couldn't linger on it. It wasn't a jedi way. His lightsaber was attached to the belt around his waist. He eyed the other students, and he sighed. His silver eyes scanned the ship watching everyone and their actions, before he returned to his holopad. He was learning up on jedi ways, and their history. He tried to remain focus and take notes about the information he had retrieved from the republic about the planet the area, and hell even his master himself. He didn't really need the info on Master Skywalker, he was famous enough as it is with his heroics for the Republic.
"By the force it's boring here." He exasperatedly said as he looked around to his fellow jedi.
He began noticing that only a select few had their lightsabers on their person or at all. He put his holopad away and leaned in his chair beginning to take a small nap. He dozed off and began to snore slightly. He was using jedi mediation to help himself relax and sleep, and keep himself ready for his training. | Name: Kaandar Dormir
Jedi Class: Guardian
Age:20 years old
Gender:Male
Race: Kel Dor
Eye color: Silver.
Apperance:
Lightsaber:(Except with blue crystal in middle and blue blade.)
Bio: He grew up on Dorin like most of his species, and one day while he was with his family, he turned around in an argument and was shouting and managed to life a small device from the table it sat without touching it. His parents also noticed that his eyes had become silver. His parents rushed them to his village's elders. One of the elders had also been conversing with the New Republic's ambassdor, He contacted Leia and she told Luke who had been near the planet on the time. He came and saw the boy, and was convinced he was force sensitive. So with his parents permission, and the stress of importance of rebuilding the Jedi Order from Luke, Kaandar became a apprentice at a young age.
Personality: Bold, willing to speak his mind, and is somewhat of a showoff, and a bit of a smart ass. |
6,852 | 190 | 2 | 446 | 7,204 | Verais sat silently in her seat, unmoving throughout most of the ride. It wasn't that she was tense or nervous, it was that she didn't see a reason to move. She didn't need to turn her head to see around her, nor would such an act have any effect. She could feel everything around her without sight. Through the Force, she could feel the shapes of everybody around her, all the obstacles and devices in the ship. She opened her mind wider, extending her sight beyond the craft to the trees flicking by just beneath them. The speed of it made her dizzy, and she quickly pulled herself back inside the ship, deciding to wait till they stopped to extend her sight. | Name: Verais Laro
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Miraluka
Jedi Class: Consular
Appearance: Verias has long brown hair reaching to the middle of her back, braided for the length of her apprenticeship. She's a little shorter than average, making her seem younger than she is, and has fair skin. She constantly wears a simple cloth blindfold to hide where her eyes would be, were she human. She has a brand burned into her back, just below the shoulder blade, which marks her as a former slave.
Bio: Verias grew up in slavery, never knowing her real parents. Like the rest of her companions, she worked hard to avoid punishment. She matured quickly, and by the time she was 16 her captors were discussing what other "work" she could do for them. Luckilly, shortly after those talks began the slavers were found by a New Order Jedi, and the slaves were released. Seeing that she was a Miraluka, her rescuers asked if she would like to return with them to Yavin 4, to which she vehemently agreed.
Personality: Verias is easily scared, but tries to hide her vulnerabilities by powering through anything that terrifies her with an iron will. This can sometimes work against her, getting her into more trouble than she expected. She is quick and bright in her studies, but not experienced in social interaction.
Lightsaber:
The blade of her lightsaber is a bright yellow |
6,853 | 190 | 3 | 1,270 | 2,337 | Bodonawieedo of the Bomu clan, now to be Padawan Bomu, then Jedi Knight Bomu, even Jedi Master Bomu, why not Grandmaster Bomu?...Yeah right. He had no illusions of such. This was a school to continue his skills the father of his clan had taught him, a clan he may never return to. After so long being alone it was time to start a new family.
He sat in the shuttle and went over his items: food, water, weapon, secondary weapon, crowd control, melee, scanners, clothing, camouflage, medical, shelter. That was the umpteenth time he did that just to pass the time between reading over the old fathers notes on how to use the force. He would give them to the grandmaster as a gift of knowledge to be shared. | Name:
Bodonawieedo of the Bomu clan, but that is rather long to say so many agree to call him Besh-Besh (B-B) or just 'Besh'
Age:16
GenderMale
Race:Rodian
Jedi Class: Sentinel
Appearance:
Bio:
His story starts with his mother and her time not-quite being a jedi. She was force- sensitive, as many Rodians are, but not enough to obtain a master before it was time to join one of the other branches, she chose the medical corps due to their few numbers meant what she did would make a bigger difference. She was tending to the result of a gang war between two rivals in the lower levels, a leader of street thugs with grievous injuries, when she discovered her patient's mechanical arm had a storage compartment full of lightsaber parts. Apparently this man was a jedi investigator in deep cover within the gangs to try and keep an ear to the ground for criminal activity while leading his people in less harmful expressions of gang life.
He couldn't let her reveal who he was so he 'kidnapped' her for his personal medic in the gang, that is where she met the mighty Koobis and fell in smitten. Over a year, smitten shifted to something more with the jedi encouraging their relationship to curb the gang members violent tendencies and soon she was gravid with child. Knowing the medic was already sensitive for the force, the hidden jedi spent much of his time meditating over her growing child to see if they could cultivate a stronger child as pregnant jedi were nearly unheard of since the order didn't want to establish 'bloodlines' within the temple or its teachings.
Her time away from the order is what saved her life as well as the jedi knight when order 66 passed through the galaxy, wiping out all traces of the past in either conversion or cremation. The jedi decided to move his criminal energy into a smuggling operation, the whole gang stole an old freighter and ran with 'jedi relics' they could sell on various black markets. A dangerous ploy, but it was more likely in the new empire to find looters rather than jedi selling their most ancient treasures.
For the next sixteen years he was raised on the ship, his 'family' taught him the ways of the criminal, how to hide, how to steal, how to survive. The former jedi taught him the ways of the force but not the jedi and how to enhance his skillset with the power inside him. His father taught him how to hunt like a rodian should as well as how to fight for the lives of others, his mother taught him how to heal and alien anatomy to help harm the enemies he would have to face.
Sadly one of those enemies faced was a hutt who didn't take no for an answer, when the hutt wanted his mom for 'her' collection, she sent an Aracona bounty hunter to collect but only succeeded in killing the former jedi. After dismissing the Arcona with great prejudice, he took the addicted aliens salt collection and came to talk terms with the hutt. He had ground the sodium chloride and loaded it into a slugthrower scattergun so when it came for 'aggressive negotiations' he left the salt sensitive gastropod in a pile of her own dissolving sludge.
Now with a ridiculous bounty on his head, he had to flee his whole family to keep them safe. His mother gave him the parts of the lost knights saber to make one for himself and her trench knife. He spent the next year running before he came upon the blond human in all black.
Personality:
He isn't dark as much as he is practical. He had to live his life as a criminal to survive on the run even though he never knew he was running from in the first place. He steals things habitually in case they can be useful later from components in a droid shop to jewelry off someones wrist. He naturally tries to move in a stalking stride and clings to places he can hide. He has strong need for family ties and can be lead astray with such promises.
Lightsaber:
His lightsaber was once his vibro knife that he would use in close combat or affix to his rifle as a bayonet. the vibroblade was a gift from his mother and so he thought of it as a lucky charm of sorts and honored her by making it into his lightsaber. With the blade as well as the vibrational engine replaced with the lightsaber components, it now serves as a spiked knuckle for him to use if lethal force is not needed when un-ignited.
His 'style' of combat is similar to bayonet and lightsaber pike maneuvers, mixing lightsaber movements with full auto fire to try and score a blow of any kind. He is aware the greatest flaw in the style is the gun itself as it can easily be cut through but the benefit of the longer shaft is the extra strength and leverage he can generate with greater ease. |
6,854 | 190 | 4 | 1,628 | 784 | Amalia sat looking out the window. She was in her room at the Jedi Academy, on some planet called Yavin IV.
Back on her home planet of Syrenia, they would be making dinner around this time. Her grandfather would be cleaning the fish and her grandmother would be gathering milk from the ghost moths. It had been Amalia's job to heat the water and boil the milk, separating the silk from the liquid. She wondered who would do that, now that she wasn't there.
Everything had changed the day that the man called Skywalker had come down from the sky to their planet, wanting to take Amalia with him. Despite his protests, her grandparents and all of the other Syrenians had been convinced that he was one of the gods, returning to take Amalia with him to become one of the higher beings. Since her father had disappeared everyone has assumed Amalia was the 'Star Child', sharing the blood of the gods. So of course when Skywalker appeared to take her away they practically forced her out the door. They hadn't even seemed sad to see her leave.
Amalia hadn't spoken much on the trip out. She mainly sat and observed, and she had learned that Master Skywalker was no god. None of the people she met were. They were just people. But Master Skywalker had a gift. A gift that made him one of a group called Jedi. A gift that Amalia also shared. He claimed it was how he had found her. He wanted to teach her how to use this gift, something that he called 'The Force', to make her stronger. For what reason she still didn't fully understand. All she knew was they she likely was never going to see Syrenia again.
Amalia wasn't sure how she felt about this. About all of it. It was confusing and upsetting, it was interesting and fascinating, it was unnerving and terrifying. Sometimes she felt such anger and sadness, but other times she felt happiness and curiosity. At this point she wasn't quite such what to think or feel anymore. She had already seen so many things, different species of creatures that she had never imagined existed. But Luke Skywalker had assured her that everything would come together and make sense for her in time. So she would just have to trust him.
For now... | Name: Amalia
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Syrenian (human-like)
Jedi Class: Unknown
Appearance: Amalia
Bio: Amalia is an only child. Her mother died when she was young and she never knew her father. Her grandparents, who raised her, said that he was a god who came from the sky and before she was born. As a child Amalia would watch the sky for hours, waiting for him to come back.
When she started showing signs of a strange ability (the Force) everyone believed it was a gift from the gods, proof she shared the blood of the gods. They treated her as such. As the "Star Child" she was kept away from other children, so as not to contaminate her pureness. Amalia spent a lot of her time alone and she hated it, but eventually got used to it. She never really had a childhood, never got to be a child.
Amalia has always known that something is missing, but can't understand what that something is...
Personality: Quiet and loyal, Amalia would rather suffer in silence then cause trouble for others. She has trouble trusting in herself or trusting others. She had never left home before so anything new is automatically something to be cautious of. She rarely gets angry, but when she does she tends to stay that way for a while. She doesn't talk much, preferring to use her actions to speak for her. Words do not mean much to her. It is too easy for people to lie. It is their actions that define who they are.
She meditates a LOT. You will usually find her in the quietest place around, sitting cross-legged on the ground with her eyes closed. Because of this she is very intuned to her surroundings and she uses the force to reach beyond herself and 'listen' to the world around her.
Lightsaber : None |
6,855 | 190 | 5 | 752 | 2,268 | Larion took in his fellow padawans and looked around he was homesick and claustrophobic of the shuttle but his nerves held the whole trip to Yavin IV in his head he went through the same thing over and over try to make friends, try to smile but not too much. This was scary but he knew that his new teacher Luke had contributed to some way in bringing down the empire and this made him eager to please his new teacher as well as learn.
Feeling scared and alone he went over a silent list of the belongings he brought with a few changes of clothes pictures of his birth mother and father and pictures of his old family as well as his old swoop gang posing in front of a building they had graffitied with their tag and finally his old vibro blade that he keeps tucked into his boot. He steeled himself for his day of training was near. | Name: Larion Tash
Age:18
Gender:male
Race: Human
Jedi Class: Jedi Guardian
Appearance: Larion has closely cropped black hair and blue eyes he is six feet in height and 173 pounds has a long scar on his arm from when he took on a swoop gang
Bio: Lairon was born into a happy family on Taris his mother and father were quite rich but in the age of the galactic empire anything can change at age 10 his parents were called out as rebel supporters and jailed and executed but not before they told Lairon to run he made his way into the cold Taris Streets and lived out there alone for three months.
After about three months of living alone on the streets trying to survive he was found by a swoop gang The Screaming Kryats and their leader Verra Tani she took him in and raised him as her own teaching him everything from how to use a vibro blade and how to shoot to how to ride a swoop bike and pick pockets he showed his loyalty to the gang at age 14 by killing a rival gangs leader in a swoop race but that didn't last for very long 2 months later the rival gang struck back and killed Verra and 2 other gang members and took Lairon captive the tortured him and brutalized him finally letting him go after cutting the veins on his arm and leaving him to bleed out in the streets but they didn't account for the fact that a woman who was in the area taking him to a clinic and getting him fixed up.
Larion would always have a scar from that event and it was a reminder of his past that he had and his former family his new family was with this woman and her family she would raise him for four years giving him an education a family and a safe home she was like his mother and when he had nightmares of the brutality of the torture she would be right there by his side to comfort him. Four years later shortly after Larion's 18th the rebels had come to Taris after defeating the empire and were looking for force sensitive recruits and there they found him Larion was told to report to the space docks so he could be brought to Yavin IV his new home he said good bye to his friends his adoptive mother and his past life to begin again as a jedi.
Personality:Is a very quiet person his former life and the brutality he suffered at the hands of the rival swoop gang often gives him bad nightmares and a bad demeanor
Lightsaber: Lairon's Saber Lairon's Saber looks like that but with a blue jedi guardians blade instead of gold. |
6,856 | 190 | 6 | 1,682 | 717 | Reed managed to land his Y wing star-fighter into a clearing fairly close to what used to be the rebel base. Abandoned years ago by the Rebel Alliance, Reed heard that this place was where Luke was gathering what he calls his "Jedi Applicants". It's a piece of galactic history AND it's your new home for the foreseeable future. Try not to crash into it." Reed Aximond was not ashamed to admit that he wasn't the best pilot in the world. His father joked that was why he bought the aging Y-Wing for his son to take to Yavin. Those old ships weren't maneuverable or very fast, but they had thick armor plating. The elder Aximond suggested that if Reed did hit something, at least Reed would probably survive. That's Dad. Snarky but lovable.
As his fighter touched down and his cockpit opened, Reed felt the strain in his back. Five years since he got it, and one year since he left the hospital, and Reed's scars weren't getting any better. He privately hoped they wouldn't hinder his training. More carefully now, he got out of his fighter and took his dufflebag. Clothes, toiletries and a cheap blaster pistol. Pretty much everything I own. I hope Luke can spot me a few more things. he thought to himself as he headed towards Massassi Station, home of the New Jedi Order. Reed had almost forgotten about the strange orange gem still hanging around his neck.
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Luke sat in a meditating position in the Great Audience Chamber, and one by one, his students began to filter through. He had recognized some of them as one's he had met before, others were still new to him. All, however were welcome, and hopefully ready for the days ahead. When they all took their seats on the stone floor, he spoke.
"Thank you all for coming. I know this wasn't an easy decision for some of you to make, but I promise you that someday, you will be glad you came here." He stood up. "For those of you who don't know, or have forgotten, my name is Luke Skywalker, but you can call me Luke if you'd like. Just don't call me Master. I'm still learning along side all of you." He said with a smile. "Now, before I get started, were there any questions for me?" he continued. | Name: Reed Aximond
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Jedi Class: Guardian
Bio: A native of Corellia, Reed grew up on the streets, fighting kids his age and constantly getting in trouble. Both his parents served in the Rebel fleet, and were off world when Coronet City's capital building was bombed by the Empire. Only a few blocks away, he woke up in a cavern underneath the city that was full of orange crystals. Before he could be rescued, he took one of those crystals and has kept it ever since. He feels like it's important, but still isn't sure why.
Personality: Reed is occasionally headstrong, and almost too honest with people, but when he makes a friend, he stays their friend for life.
Sorry if it seems short, but theres gonna be more info during my first IC post. |
6,857 | 190 | 7 | 752 | 2,268 | If Larion felt scared in the shuttle in the temple meeting one of the people who ended the empire made him frightened but also gave him an immense sense of awe it was like looking at a god he was ready to prove himself but when Luke asked if any of them had any questions Larion had a million in a heart beat but decided to keep quiet instead he settled for taking in his surroundings the room his teacher the other pupils they were to work side by side yet they were all different but all were brought to this place for a reason not wanting to be lost in thought anymore Larion looked to the other students to see if they had any questions. | Name: Larion Tash
Age:18
Gender:male
Race: Human
Jedi Class: Jedi Guardian
Appearance: Larion has closely cropped black hair and blue eyes he is six feet in height and 173 pounds has a long scar on his arm from when he took on a swoop gang
Bio: Lairon was born into a happy family on Taris his mother and father were quite rich but in the age of the galactic empire anything can change at age 10 his parents were called out as rebel supporters and jailed and executed but not before they told Lairon to run he made his way into the cold Taris Streets and lived out there alone for three months.
After about three months of living alone on the streets trying to survive he was found by a swoop gang The Screaming Kryats and their leader Verra Tani she took him in and raised him as her own teaching him everything from how to use a vibro blade and how to shoot to how to ride a swoop bike and pick pockets he showed his loyalty to the gang at age 14 by killing a rival gangs leader in a swoop race but that didn't last for very long 2 months later the rival gang struck back and killed Verra and 2 other gang members and took Lairon captive the tortured him and brutalized him finally letting him go after cutting the veins on his arm and leaving him to bleed out in the streets but they didn't account for the fact that a woman who was in the area taking him to a clinic and getting him fixed up.
Larion would always have a scar from that event and it was a reminder of his past that he had and his former family his new family was with this woman and her family she would raise him for four years giving him an education a family and a safe home she was like his mother and when he had nightmares of the brutality of the torture she would be right there by his side to comfort him. Four years later shortly after Larion's 18th the rebels had come to Taris after defeating the empire and were looking for force sensitive recruits and there they found him Larion was told to report to the space docks so he could be brought to Yavin IV his new home he said good bye to his friends his adoptive mother and his past life to begin again as a jedi.
Personality:Is a very quiet person his former life and the brutality he suffered at the hands of the rival swoop gang often gives him bad nightmares and a bad demeanor
Lightsaber: Lairon's Saber Lairon's Saber looks like that but with a blue jedi guardians blade instead of gold. |
6,858 | 190 | 8 | 1,270 | 2,337 | Besh had made his way off the the loading ramp, antenna at attention as he took in the thousand scents, all in all really overwhelming enough to make him stagger to the side. He took a seat on a loading crate and tried to get his sensory bearings. He started with sight, this was a jungle world, he tuned out sound to focus on a flock of noiseless avians who passed across the sky. He tuned out his powerful sense of smell to watch the way wind played across the leaves. He let his skin go numb to focus at the shape of the pyramids, their obsidian surface shimmered with an unseen layer beneath.
He did this over and over as he sat upon the crate while ignoring all others. Closing his eyes now to focus on each other sense, one by one he pulled on the force to sharpen his awareness in one sense while dulling others, this exercise brought him into a more intuitive connection to the environment. Lastly he had to walk while using his sense of touch as he approached the stone building, he pressed himself into the nook of a wall and felt himself extend his sixth sense out to this teacher to feel his intent more than hear his words. It was a combat practice his clan leader had taught him to feel where his enemy wanted to be so he wasn't there and he hoped to learn so much more in his time here.
Now was the time for questions, he could feel intense curiosity and uncertainty in the room like everyone having questions but no-one wanting to ask a stupid question to start. Breaking his own habits, he spoke up with hand raised.
"What is the force and what is a jedi?"
It was a simple question, yes, but it was just to get the ball rolling. | Name:
Bodonawieedo of the Bomu clan, but that is rather long to say so many agree to call him Besh-Besh (B-B) or just 'Besh'
Age:16
GenderMale
Race:Rodian
Jedi Class: Sentinel
Appearance:
Bio:
His story starts with his mother and her time not-quite being a jedi. She was force- sensitive, as many Rodians are, but not enough to obtain a master before it was time to join one of the other branches, she chose the medical corps due to their few numbers meant what she did would make a bigger difference. She was tending to the result of a gang war between two rivals in the lower levels, a leader of street thugs with grievous injuries, when she discovered her patient's mechanical arm had a storage compartment full of lightsaber parts. Apparently this man was a jedi investigator in deep cover within the gangs to try and keep an ear to the ground for criminal activity while leading his people in less harmful expressions of gang life.
He couldn't let her reveal who he was so he 'kidnapped' her for his personal medic in the gang, that is where she met the mighty Koobis and fell in smitten. Over a year, smitten shifted to something more with the jedi encouraging their relationship to curb the gang members violent tendencies and soon she was gravid with child. Knowing the medic was already sensitive for the force, the hidden jedi spent much of his time meditating over her growing child to see if they could cultivate a stronger child as pregnant jedi were nearly unheard of since the order didn't want to establish 'bloodlines' within the temple or its teachings.
Her time away from the order is what saved her life as well as the jedi knight when order 66 passed through the galaxy, wiping out all traces of the past in either conversion or cremation. The jedi decided to move his criminal energy into a smuggling operation, the whole gang stole an old freighter and ran with 'jedi relics' they could sell on various black markets. A dangerous ploy, but it was more likely in the new empire to find looters rather than jedi selling their most ancient treasures.
For the next sixteen years he was raised on the ship, his 'family' taught him the ways of the criminal, how to hide, how to steal, how to survive. The former jedi taught him the ways of the force but not the jedi and how to enhance his skillset with the power inside him. His father taught him how to hunt like a rodian should as well as how to fight for the lives of others, his mother taught him how to heal and alien anatomy to help harm the enemies he would have to face.
Sadly one of those enemies faced was a hutt who didn't take no for an answer, when the hutt wanted his mom for 'her' collection, she sent an Aracona bounty hunter to collect but only succeeded in killing the former jedi. After dismissing the Arcona with great prejudice, he took the addicted aliens salt collection and came to talk terms with the hutt. He had ground the sodium chloride and loaded it into a slugthrower scattergun so when it came for 'aggressive negotiations' he left the salt sensitive gastropod in a pile of her own dissolving sludge.
Now with a ridiculous bounty on his head, he had to flee his whole family to keep them safe. His mother gave him the parts of the lost knights saber to make one for himself and her trench knife. He spent the next year running before he came upon the blond human in all black.
Personality:
He isn't dark as much as he is practical. He had to live his life as a criminal to survive on the run even though he never knew he was running from in the first place. He steals things habitually in case they can be useful later from components in a droid shop to jewelry off someones wrist. He naturally tries to move in a stalking stride and clings to places he can hide. He has strong need for family ties and can be lead astray with such promises.
Lightsaber:
His lightsaber was once his vibro knife that he would use in close combat or affix to his rifle as a bayonet. the vibroblade was a gift from his mother and so he thought of it as a lucky charm of sorts and honored her by making it into his lightsaber. With the blade as well as the vibrational engine replaced with the lightsaber components, it now serves as a spiked knuckle for him to use if lethal force is not needed when un-ignited.
His 'style' of combat is similar to bayonet and lightsaber pike maneuvers, mixing lightsaber movements with full auto fire to try and score a blow of any kind. He is aware the greatest flaw in the style is the gun itself as it can easily be cut through but the benefit of the longer shaft is the extra strength and leverage he can generate with greater ease. |
6,859 | 190 | 9 | 1,808 | 1,380 | Xantos walked off the ship, he was "hiding" before hand. He wasn't really hiding he was just late and kind of rode just within the airlock thank God for blind luck. He walked his mask down, no need to scare anyone yet even though the mask was meant to intimidate people. Xantos didn't do much as he listened, but when he heard the question "What is the force and what is a jedi?" he didn't know what to think since he was familiar with the terms hearing them back home though no one told him what they were.
Xantos narrowed in on Besh, he saw the tattoo meaning he was Bomu clan, there was good radiating from him but there was a darkness in him... his clans blood still coursed through him making him always on the edge leaning to those who bid the most. | Name: Xantos Vadith
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: Miraluka
Jedi Class: Sentinel
Appearance:
Bio: Xantos was born into a royal family, but this didn't mean much because he was still always running amuck with the other kids. Over the course of several years Xantos eventually got bored, nothing to do, always the same, so he snuck aboard an out going trade ship traveling with them until the academy scooped him up
Personality: Xantos is very chill, nothing will really get him until those he cares about are brought into the mix. He would rather turn to the darkside than to let the ones he cares for to die.
He wields two of these which he can connect at the hilt to make a Dual Blade lightsaber. One side is Yellow with a black core, the other a Yellow with white core.
(Sorry for the Short bios I really just dislike writing bios) |
6,860 | 190 | 10 | 1,628 | 784 | Amalia stood off to the side as Skywalker talked. She had her arms wrapped around herself, staying separate from everyone. It still unnerved her that there were so many different races of creatures in the galaxy. None of this made sense to her. Even the thing he kept calling 'The Force' seemed strange and unbelievable to her.
Finally one of the strange beings asked what they all wanted to know, what was The Force and the Jedi that she kept hearing about.
She supposed Jedi was their name for what her people had called her:
"The Star-Child" | Name: Amalia
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Syrenian (human-like)
Jedi Class: Unknown
Appearance: Amalia
Bio: Amalia is an only child. Her mother died when she was young and she never knew her father. Her grandparents, who raised her, said that he was a god who came from the sky and before she was born. As a child Amalia would watch the sky for hours, waiting for him to come back.
When she started showing signs of a strange ability (the Force) everyone believed it was a gift from the gods, proof she shared the blood of the gods. They treated her as such. As the "Star Child" she was kept away from other children, so as not to contaminate her pureness. Amalia spent a lot of her time alone and she hated it, but eventually got used to it. She never really had a childhood, never got to be a child.
Amalia has always known that something is missing, but can't understand what that something is...
Personality: Quiet and loyal, Amalia would rather suffer in silence then cause trouble for others. She has trouble trusting in herself or trusting others. She had never left home before so anything new is automatically something to be cautious of. She rarely gets angry, but when she does she tends to stay that way for a while. She doesn't talk much, preferring to use her actions to speak for her. Words do not mean much to her. It is too easy for people to lie. It is their actions that define who they are.
She meditates a LOT. You will usually find her in the quietest place around, sitting cross-legged on the ground with her eyes closed. Because of this she is very intuned to her surroundings and she uses the force to reach beyond herself and 'listen' to the world around her.
Lightsaber : None |
6,861 | 191 | 0 | 1,395 | 460 | It was finally time. Cyrul was on board the giant airship alongside dozens of other students, looking out the side windows to see Vale in all its glory miles below them. There was plenty of ooh's and ahh's from the more excitable students as Beacon academy itself came into view, crowning the top of the mountain that overlooked Vale. A hologram of one of the teachers came into view over the windows, announcing herself as Glynda Goodwitch and giving a short speech to the new students. Shortly after that the airship touched down at Beacon, and the doors opened for students to set foot in the academy they would be attending until they graduated as full-fledged Huntsmen and Huntresses. Cyrul stepped out the door quickly, looking around for a few moments before starting to confidently walk to the entrance doors. | - Name: Cyrul Vance
- Age: 17
- Race: Human
- Appearance: !( "enter image title here")
- Personality: Cyrul is outgoing and somewhat boisterous, to the point that he sometimes can be annoying. He does his best in classes but his best tends not to be just barely good enough. His outwards personality is in part because of this, as he tries to counter what he deems his own lack of intelligence with an extroverted personality.
- Weapon: Cyrul is equipped with the Cheshire Grievance, a transforming weapon. It has three modes.
Active, Melee Mode: In its melee mode, Cheshire Grievance is made up of two large machete like blades facing inwards like a pair of scissors, with the last half of the backside of the blade being edged and serrated as well. They attach to a pair of mechanical arms connected to a large, two handed hilt approximately half the length of the blades. (Blade length: 4’6”. Handle length: 2’8”. Total length with arms fully extended forward: 8’)
Active, Ranged Mode: In ranged mode, one of the blades pulls back along the hilt, the back of it being a grip, including a trigger. The top blade aligns with the hilt, extending the barrel and allowing it to function as a light machine gun. Lastly, the hilt flips up into a sort of carrying handle.
Stored Mode: In stored mode both blades pull back against the hilt, latching into a slots (built around the main handholds and leaving enough space for it to be grabbed) while the far half of both blades retracts inside the closer half, leaving it approximately the size of a mid-size shield which can be attached to a clamp worn on Cyrul’s back.
- Semblance: Damage reversal, which when activated will rapidly drain Cyrul’s aura, making it dangerous to use too much in a short period, but while active, any attack taken by Cyrul will instead hit the enemy, manifesting as an equal amount of force striking the same point as struck on Cyrul.
- Backstory: Cyrul grew up loving adventure, even as a young child he would always venture too far from his house, and would be the first to try new things. So when he was old enough to attend Signal academy it wasn’t even a question for him if he was going to try and become a Huntsman. Now he’s finally reached Beacon, the last obstacle between him and his chosen career. |
6,862 | 191 | 1 | 1,404 | 5,009 | Nico stretched and yawned as he stumbled out of the large and fancy ship that had taken him and a bunch of other nervous students to the school called Beacon. Most of the new students had already paired off and went to talk about there experiences and the beauty of the city from the ship. Unfortunately, sleep had hit Nico in the face as soon as he entered the ship, but he really did not care for the view, he came for the information and counsel that would be given and thought to him. Nico started to slowly walk towards the schools doors, as he walked, he started to notice the large amount of humans that had came to this school, he could not lie, he still had a sore spot for humans, but he would give them a try when the opportunity presented itself, if he was not asleep. | Name: Nico Hung
Age: 16
Race: Faunus (Lion)
Appearance: !( "enter image title here")
Personality: Nico is a lazy and unenthusiastic man who spends much of his time asleep, and no one appears to try and stop him from doing so. Despite being a skilled Huntsman, he is not eager to work, allowing others to do it for him when possible. He is not particularly interested in whatever is going on around him, though he is observant and capable analyst. Unlike other Hunters he is not inherently violent or overly arrogant. Despite all this, he has a strong, deep routed sense of duty.
Weapon: Ragnorok
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(It is a lot larger than what is portrayed in the picture)
A large Bat'leth the has two barrels at the 2 far ends of the weapon. On the handle, there are 2 triggers, the one on the right side fires the bottom right gun, and vise versa.
Semblance: Nico has the ability to manipulate Kentic energy of a moving object. On a small scale, Nico can simply slow an attack down or push it of mark by a little, but on large scale, he can force an objects Kentic energy into potential, and cause it to explode.
Color: Grey
Backstory: Nico was born, adopted and raised in the great lands of Mistral. Ever since Nico was a child, he always avoided a relationship with his parents, choosing to stay in his room that to talk with them due to the fact that he was bullied at school by humans, and his parents were humans. He assumed that all of them were the same. This way of thinking did not get him far in life, he was always picking fights with humans, and always losing, by the time the fight started, he was already uninterested in what was happening. By the time Nico was 13, his parents traveled to the ruins of the old city, and never came back. Apparently, the group was attacked by Ursa, and we're not able to hold them back. This triggered and other fire of hatred in his heart, the hatred for the Grimm. Although his relationship with his adoptive parents may have been nonexistent, they still choose to adopt him, and the Grimm took them away. By age 15 Nico was sent to Signal, and forged weapon Ragnorok there. As time went on, Nico gradually began to change his opinion about humans, and began to be friend them. After about 2 years, Nico applied for Beacon, and was chosen to enroll in the school. |
6,863 | 191 | 2 | 1,624 | 579 | Silus stretched his arms out wide, his body relishing the great glass windows that allowed sunlight to blast through. His body rippled gently as he drank in the heat, it's warmth heating his body and making him smile. His long, thin scaled tail curled gently around his leg. It's movements caused his scales that coated the tail and dusted his cheeks and arms to flash with iridescent colour as the sun hit them at multiple angles. He yawned, a deep loud noise, as his yellow eyes flickered around from the faces of people around him. Humans were watching him. Faunus were watching him. He knew he was an oddity to both of them, the prevailing and most well known faction of Faunus being mammalian in nature left his family's...odd...features to stand out. His tailed flicked slightly in annoyance. It wasn't his fault he was different. He moved to lay down on one of the lounges, his movements being followed by some of his new classmates. Silus shrugged, most of them were pretty cute anyway. He smiled faintly, slightly bronze lips curling at the edges as he thought about things every eighteen year old male thought about. His hands touched the bronze bracelets that lay dormant on his wrists. This year....was going to be interesting.
The airship stopped, the sudden movement causing Silus to lurch to his feet. It was an odd sensation when he had realized everything he had thought was solid a few moments ago was actually just suspended in mid air. It was slightly disconcerting. The reptilian Faunus strolled through the milling crowd and off the ship. He looked at the looming spire of Beacon Academy and rolled his shoulders gently. He knew Beacon assigned people teams at the start...he wondered what, if any, selection processes there were. Rolling his shoulders again he reached up to the black fabric tie that held his hair in its low ponytail, tightening it quickly before smiling. This year was going to be fun. | Name: Silus Kuroi
Age: 18
Race: Reptilian Faunus
Appearance: Silus is a tall and slight man, roughly 6'5 and weighing about 70 kg. He has long dark red hair, usually tied back in a low lying ponytail. His eyes are a blazing yellow colour with a black slit instead of pupils. His face is marked with slight bronze scales across his cheeks. Silus is built slight and compact, coiled muscles and a posture like he always is about to strike out. He generally wears scuffed up green jeans, a black leather jacket with no shirt underneath and a necklace with a snake's tooth upon it. Silus' Faunus features include a long reptilian tongue, scales adorning a few parts of his body and a scaled tail that requires him to cut a hole in his jeans.
Personality: Silus is a unique case in terms of personality. He can vary from cold and silent to loving and happy. This all depends on whether or not he has spent some time in the sun. He adores laying in the sun and relaxing, warming up to anyone that talks to him in this state. As he cools down, his smile leaves and he becomes silent.
Weapon: Dragon Rush is a set of two bracelets and two anklets. They are bronze in colour and look rather inconspicuous in their carry state. In battle state, they fold out becoming larger. The anklets fold out barrels pointing away backwards and the bracelets fold barrels out to reach his elbow. The end effect resembles metallic scales over his forearms and lower legs. Silus uses these barrels to fire out and using the momentum in his martial arts. His fighting style is very similar to Capoeira.
Semblance: Dragon's Breath. A dangerous semblance that is usually formed in the Kuroi family. Silus has the ability to chew on Dust and breath out a violent storm of whatever type of Dust he has been chewing. This drains Silus incredibly and can be quite dangerous as many Kuroi have died due to Dust exploding in their mouth.
Backstory: Silus was born to the Kuroi family, a long line reptile Faunus that generally were allied with Beacon in attempts to get Faunus accepted in normal society. Having the first born son, Silus become the first Reptilian Faunus to become a hunter is their greatest goal. Silus was groomed to be a perfect student, always attentive and always studying. This...failed. Silus is far from that and generally loves to work on instinct.
Backstory to be finished. |
6,864 | 191 | 3 | 1,417 | 1,336 | Today was a day Tim wished would just be over already. It's not that the day was bad, it wasn't much different to any other day. It was just that more important things would happen on days after this one.
As the airship descended and a teacher made her speech, Tim sighed. Today wasn't going to be over soon. Not by a long shot.
Tim was one of the first people to get off the ship. There were 2 reasons for this. The first reason was the fact that he'd been drawing weird looks, mainly attributed to the great sword on his back, which doubtlessly seen as out of place in the possession of Tim. The second reason was the fact that if he wanted to pass the time, the best way to do so was to get acquainted with the school grounds. Information on where he would spend the next few years of his life was necessary, and while this could always be provided by the faculty, he liked to do it himself.
As he left the ship, he pushed past a few of his 'new classmates' who were standing around, probably staring at the architecture or something similarly arbitrary. Tim pulled out and unfolded his map of the grounds while walking so he could identify his current position. Obviously, he was in front of the main building.
Tim noted the positions of various important structures and folded the map back up, keeping it at hand. Tim needed to explore the area, but first he had to make an appearance. He was a new student first and foremost and there were things that new students had to do. | - **Name:** Timothy Raminov
- **Age:** 17
- **Race:** Human
- **Appearance:** Tim has spiky, unkept brown hair which covers his left eye. He wears square rimmed glasses that don’t really do anything for his vision. He usually sports a brown coat with an eye motif on the back of it, as well as black jeans and sabatons. Has a white world peace shirt. His right eye colour is brown, but his left eyeball is black and has a gold iris. That’s why he hides it.
- **Personality:** Tim is an awkward and introverted and likes to keep his distance from people. In battle and tense situations, however, he tends to favour speed and efficiency. His awkwardness disappears and is seemingly replaced with skill. Tim is very analytical but he’s more of a follower than a leader.
- **Weapon:** Tim’s weapon of choice is a massive great sword left behind by his older brother who was once a great huntsman, which he calls Carnage. Quite the contrary weapon to the seemingly meek Timothy. Turns into a light machine gun. When unneeded, Tim keeps the belt in an ammo box, but if he's prepared for battle, he wraps it around his right sleeve and it acts as a makeshift chain.
- **Semblance:** Tim dubs his semblance the Soul Burn on account of the fact that it burns through his aura, but he mostly just calls it his power. When activated, his left eye seems to glow and his capabilities are greatly increased. The most apparent effect is the heightened regeneration capabilities which heal most wounds quickly. It also provides a boost to reflexes, speed and strength. The downside of Soul Burn is that the stronger the effects, the faster he drains his aura. He can also use it to have heightened perceptive powers (so he can see better) and reflexes, and he can also add cool effects like seeing all the living things and night vision. One thing to note is the fact that when Soul Burn is active, Tim can only use as much power as necessary. Another thing to note is that Soul Burn has the ability to regenerate severed limbs and damaged or partially destroyed internal organs, but this usually takes a lot of time and puts Tim in a coma-like state until fully healed. This can take anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks. That said, destroyed organs cannot be replaced, only damaged organs can be regenerated. The last thing to note is that using Soul Burn causes a certain degree of pain to Tim and makes him more aggressive and snappy.
- **Backstory:** Tim was the second son of a family of successful hunters. Even though he was thin and weak, he had a good relationship with his older sister who was the best hunter of the family who believed in Tim’s potential. The family’s skill brought jealousy from those around them and their enemies conspired against them. One day, the enemies of Tim’s family trapped and killed the all of his family (including his older sister) and were about to kill Tim when a pack of Ursa ambushed and slaughtered everyone in the village. Tim became gravely wounded but his power activated to save him. Picking up Carnage, Tim went on an ursa hunting rampage destroying the pack of Ursa and then fell unconscious. When Tim came to, he was the only one left aive in a field of blood, carnage at his side. He was sent off to live with his distant aunty and uncle in another country and Tim works to be a hunter so that he can do his dead sister proud and be a good huntsman.
No pictures, though. If you have any that seem appropriate, please suggest them to me. |
6,865 | 191 | 4 | 373 | 2,294 | Sitting on his bench, Vincent looked around calmly. The humans were staring at him, he was a faunus, and the faunus stared at the mask that hung at his side. They could guess at its meaning, but if they did they'd be outed by the staff for knowing that. And they'd be wrong anyway, he wasn't a part of white fang. When he had been this hadn't been his mask, and he'd never really been a part of it. Thair was nothing to tie him to those extremist scum.
To be honest he hadn't really minded them, as a child he had attended more then one rally. But then at one of the violent ralys his mother had been shot. The government, not really caring about the welfare of a faunus, left him with his father. But his father wasn't the best guy, and he owed money to the wrong people... And they had been better to him then anyone but his mother and the real white fang. They had him infiltrate the terrorists, and he did, but first they let him kill his father.
Wait what?! Oh Damn, he'd missed the whole landing and he was one of the last people on the ship. He didn't give a second look to any of the students, and he slid his mask on his face. He wouldn't be left behind just because he had been reminiscing. | Name - Nahbi Cho
Age - 17
Race - Human
Appearance -
Personality - Nahbi can almost always be seen sporting a wicked grin, and is very easily entertained. She's not always the easiest to get along with, what with her obnoxious amount of energy and sarcastic remarks, but if she decides she likes you enough, you can be sure she'll stick with you through thick and thin – not that others often decide they like her. She enjoys messing with people, and is often too obtuse to read the situation and know when enough is enough. Nahbi's juvenile, falling easily into pettiness, but this also contributes to her child-like nature. She's a bit too naive for a world overrun by Grimm, and doesn't always seem to understand consequences or risks. Despite coming across as tactless and insensitive, she's actually very trusting.
Weapon - Scatter and Flare
Nahbi uses dual blades combined with her aura, which are incapable of changing form. For melee battles, Nahbi wields them in tandem, using fast, spinning movements. She uses them as conductors for her aura for ranged attacks: when slashed, Scatter shoots out razor sharp arcs of aura, to either cut or blow enemies away, and Flare creates a line of spikes made from her aura when stabbed into the ground. Overall, her fighting style is hit first, hit hard, and do it with style.
Semblance - Vertical Teleportation
Nahbi can teleport either straight up or straight down. She typically uses this for evasion, getting some altitude on an attack, or dropping down heights that would be too dangerous to fall.
History - Nahbi chose to become a huntress because it sounds badass, plain and simple. Nahbi grew up watching the heroic deeds of hunters and huntresses on the news, and even took to playing "hunters and Grimm" with her two older brothers – though of course, the news reporters never covered the gruesome aftermath of battles they showed, or what happened when a huntress wasn't quite fast or strong enough to defeat her opponent. When Nahbi decided she wanted to be a huntress, her parents understandably shot the idea down. Her mom and dad were both very loving, if overprotective, and refused to even entertain the thought of their little girl fighting the monsters that haunted their dreams. Pouting and frustrated, Nahbi refused to let the issue drop, constantly bringing it up and even talking to her brothers about what sort of huntress she would be. Nahbi would run into the forest nearby in secret to practice, and actually got… pretty darn good. When her parents discovered dual blades hidden under her bed, along with books explaining how to utilize aura, it was the last straw. The fight was grand and gruesome enough to rival those that Nahbi always saw on the news, and when it ended with her parents confiscating her swords, Nahbi knew what she would do. That night she packed her things, stole back her swords, and ran away to Beacon, to officially start her training as a huntress and achieve her dream.
Other - Nahbi likes butterflies. That's her thing. The windowsill in her room is lined with various butterfly figurines she's collected over the years, made of glass, metal, gemstones, wood, tissue paper… whatever she's managed to find, really. She likes figuring out new ways to fold paper into butterfly shapes when she's bored, and the meticulous nature in which she does so would surprise those who know her. |
6,866 | 191 | 5 | 732 | 8,849 | Kasuri stopped his training as the signature jolt that all airships had told their arrival. Breathing heavily from his training session he re-sheathed his katana and began walking towards the school with the rest of the crowd. On his way there he noticed a somewhat timid looking boy wearing glasses wielding a great-sword that had to at least be as big as the boy himself. He also noticed a lion fanus who was wielding a rather large Bat'leth and someone obviously very excited shot ahead in front of everyone shouting for joy, quite foolish really. As he was looking around at all these interesting people he bumped into someone, he turned to face them "Sorry I-," he almost paused in surprise at seeing a lizard looking fanus but managed to keep talking without stuttering, "I wasn't looking were I was going." He had been under the impression that fanus types were limiting to mammals, | **Name**: Zedong "Zee" Swarna
**Age**: 18
**Race**: Human
**Appearance**:
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**Personality**:
An open minded and outspoken individual, he tries to help in anyway he can. Whenever he runs into a situation that he can’t manage by himself, he conciders it a point of pride to get it done by himself, and as such he rarely asks for help, and never accepts it when it’s offered. He lives his life in waves, with varrying periods of long rests and intensive activities, so he is rather hard to predict. Of everything he does in life he conciders himself an exelent combatant, an amazing cook, and a great dancer, believeing these are the skills all men should master.
**Weapon**:
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A ten foot long spear that can fold back and be used as a long bow. The long bow uses dust infused arrows that explode on contact.
**Semblance**:
Cognition
*Passive*: When his semblance is first activated it starts to slowly drain aura, but drains more for each target he is analyzing. With this Zedong is compiling a large amount of data, from things as simple as mannerisms and attire, to as complicated as state of health and combat strategy. The longer he stays in this mode the more data he acquires. During this state his eyes are tinted violet.
*Active*: Once he feels he has enough information to get the job done he can fully activates his semblance, which causes him to quickly loose aura. With this he can predict his targets movements accurately for as long as he keeps his eyes open. Due to how much aura this drains he can only keep his eyes open for a short amount of time, and as such using it against multiple targets is dangerous. While active his eyes shine a bright violet.
**Backstory**:
Not being born in a city, Zedong only knew the wild side of Vytal until a much later age. He never complained about living with a traveling band of nomads, always eager to help and even more eager to play he was popular among his fellow travelers. His father was a hunter, the kind that gathers food, and would take Zedong on trips to teach him all he needed to know about surviving outside the walls of civilization. To him this was a good life, honest and free, full of gain and loss, his life was what he believed to be truly living.
During one night, when the guard was exchanging shifts, a herd of Grimm attacked. This was nothing new, since the wilds were full of them, and each time there were casualties, but none hit closer to home than this night. While he ran to the north of the camp to help fight them off. Some Grimm fought their way through the south of the camp, and when the dust settled and the day was won, his younger sister was nowhere to be seen. For five days he searched, but he had to come to terms that she was too young to survive on her own, and he grieved for five more days.
It was not easy for him to forgive himself, and most would say he still has to do so. His life had changed, and he changed with it. He would become a Hunter and uphold the peace, for he now knew that with the ever growing presence of the Grimm, his people would never know true freedom. He left his home and his family, applied and was accepted into Beacon Academy. |
6,867 | 191 | 6 | 1,404 | 5,009 | Nico looked for a place to sleep before the proceedings started. He really wanted to get a nap in, or he would end up snoring his way though the opening speech for the school, and that would be disrespectful, at least that is what his late parents told him. Nico rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as his brown tail flicked around lazily. Nico readjusted his duffle bag and slowly walked forward once again, resuming his search for a place to sleep. As he was walking and getting feel for the school, a girl's screams of excitement blasted through his ear drums, that was one of the draw backs of being a Faunus, every little loud noise was like someone stuffing a blow horn down his ear canal. Nico looked around for the loud voice and met face to face with a young woman no older than he was.
"Finally, right?" She yelled at him.
"Finally, what?" he said confused and slightly dazed. | Name: Nico Hung
Age: 16
Race: Faunus (Lion)
Appearance: !( "enter image title here")
Personality: Nico is a lazy and unenthusiastic man who spends much of his time asleep, and no one appears to try and stop him from doing so. Despite being a skilled Huntsman, he is not eager to work, allowing others to do it for him when possible. He is not particularly interested in whatever is going on around him, though he is observant and capable analyst. Unlike other Hunters he is not inherently violent or overly arrogant. Despite all this, he has a strong, deep routed sense of duty.
Weapon: Ragnorok
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(It is a lot larger than what is portrayed in the picture)
A large Bat'leth the has two barrels at the 2 far ends of the weapon. On the handle, there are 2 triggers, the one on the right side fires the bottom right gun, and vise versa.
Semblance: Nico has the ability to manipulate Kentic energy of a moving object. On a small scale, Nico can simply slow an attack down or push it of mark by a little, but on large scale, he can force an objects Kentic energy into potential, and cause it to explode.
Color: Grey
Backstory: Nico was born, adopted and raised in the great lands of Mistral. Ever since Nico was a child, he always avoided a relationship with his parents, choosing to stay in his room that to talk with them due to the fact that he was bullied at school by humans, and his parents were humans. He assumed that all of them were the same. This way of thinking did not get him far in life, he was always picking fights with humans, and always losing, by the time the fight started, he was already uninterested in what was happening. By the time Nico was 13, his parents traveled to the ruins of the old city, and never came back. Apparently, the group was attacked by Ursa, and we're not able to hold them back. This triggered and other fire of hatred in his heart, the hatred for the Grimm. Although his relationship with his adoptive parents may have been nonexistent, they still choose to adopt him, and the Grimm took them away. By age 15 Nico was sent to Signal, and forged weapon Ragnorok there. As time went on, Nico gradually began to change his opinion about humans, and began to be friend them. After about 2 years, Nico applied for Beacon, and was chosen to enroll in the school. |
6,868 | 191 | 7 | 373 | 2,294 | Nahbi jumped when she heard someone actually reply to her. Her head snapped back to look at her fellow student – in her excitement she'd forgotten that conversations required two people, and that she wasn't just yammering to herself. Her confusion was quickly forgotten though (along with any rules about what was a socially acceptable level of contact between strangers)and she threw her arm around the faunus' shoulders.
"Finally _this_!" she exclaimed, throwing her other arm out towards the academy. Her grin took over most of her face as she looked between Beacon and her new friend. "Finally we're off that stupid ship! Finally we get to be hunters! What, still waking up?" | Name - Nahbi Cho
Age - 17
Race - Human
Appearance -
Personality - Nahbi can almost always be seen sporting a wicked grin, and is very easily entertained. She's not always the easiest to get along with, what with her obnoxious amount of energy and sarcastic remarks, but if she decides she likes you enough, you can be sure she'll stick with you through thick and thin – not that others often decide they like her. She enjoys messing with people, and is often too obtuse to read the situation and know when enough is enough. Nahbi's juvenile, falling easily into pettiness, but this also contributes to her child-like nature. She's a bit too naive for a world overrun by Grimm, and doesn't always seem to understand consequences or risks. Despite coming across as tactless and insensitive, she's actually very trusting.
Weapon - Scatter and Flare
Nahbi uses dual blades combined with her aura, which are incapable of changing form. For melee battles, Nahbi wields them in tandem, using fast, spinning movements. She uses them as conductors for her aura for ranged attacks: when slashed, Scatter shoots out razor sharp arcs of aura, to either cut or blow enemies away, and Flare creates a line of spikes made from her aura when stabbed into the ground. Overall, her fighting style is hit first, hit hard, and do it with style.
Semblance - Vertical Teleportation
Nahbi can teleport either straight up or straight down. She typically uses this for evasion, getting some altitude on an attack, or dropping down heights that would be too dangerous to fall.
History - Nahbi chose to become a huntress because it sounds badass, plain and simple. Nahbi grew up watching the heroic deeds of hunters and huntresses on the news, and even took to playing "hunters and Grimm" with her two older brothers – though of course, the news reporters never covered the gruesome aftermath of battles they showed, or what happened when a huntress wasn't quite fast or strong enough to defeat her opponent. When Nahbi decided she wanted to be a huntress, her parents understandably shot the idea down. Her mom and dad were both very loving, if overprotective, and refused to even entertain the thought of their little girl fighting the monsters that haunted their dreams. Pouting and frustrated, Nahbi refused to let the issue drop, constantly bringing it up and even talking to her brothers about what sort of huntress she would be. Nahbi would run into the forest nearby in secret to practice, and actually got… pretty darn good. When her parents discovered dual blades hidden under her bed, along with books explaining how to utilize aura, it was the last straw. The fight was grand and gruesome enough to rival those that Nahbi always saw on the news, and when it ended with her parents confiscating her swords, Nahbi knew what she would do. That night she packed her things, stole back her swords, and ran away to Beacon, to officially start her training as a huntress and achieve her dream.
Other - Nahbi likes butterflies. That's her thing. The windowsill in her room is lined with various butterfly figurines she's collected over the years, made of glass, metal, gemstones, wood, tissue paper… whatever she's managed to find, really. She likes figuring out new ways to fold paper into butterfly shapes when she's bored, and the meticulous nature in which she does so would surprise those who know her. |
6,869 | 191 | 8 | 1,404 | 5,009 | Nico could not get why the girl was so happy, sure Beacon was nice, but that did not call for the yelling a screaming that accompanied the woman's excitement. Nico waited the girl to respond, for a second, she seemed to be be mentally talking to herself, which was not creepy in any way. All of a sudden, her hand went from her sides to his shoulder, a little to much touching from a person he just met. His tail slicked back and forth a bit faster due to his agitation, this was a human. Fortunately, Nico was able to keep calm and remind his self that this was the opportunity he was telling him self about a few minutes before.
"Finally we're off that stupid ship! Finally we get to be hunters! What, still waking up?" she grinning up at him.
"The ship was the best part." he mumbled under his breath. " Sure we get to be Hunters, if you can graduate, which is in 4 years, so we're not Hunters yet." he said as he yawned. "And no, I'm still looking for a place to sleep." | Name: Nico Hung
Age: 16
Race: Faunus (Lion)
Appearance: !( "enter image title here")
Personality: Nico is a lazy and unenthusiastic man who spends much of his time asleep, and no one appears to try and stop him from doing so. Despite being a skilled Huntsman, he is not eager to work, allowing others to do it for him when possible. He is not particularly interested in whatever is going on around him, though he is observant and capable analyst. Unlike other Hunters he is not inherently violent or overly arrogant. Despite all this, he has a strong, deep routed sense of duty.
Weapon: Ragnorok
!( "enter image title here")
(It is a lot larger than what is portrayed in the picture)
A large Bat'leth the has two barrels at the 2 far ends of the weapon. On the handle, there are 2 triggers, the one on the right side fires the bottom right gun, and vise versa.
Semblance: Nico has the ability to manipulate Kentic energy of a moving object. On a small scale, Nico can simply slow an attack down or push it of mark by a little, but on large scale, he can force an objects Kentic energy into potential, and cause it to explode.
Color: Grey
Backstory: Nico was born, adopted and raised in the great lands of Mistral. Ever since Nico was a child, he always avoided a relationship with his parents, choosing to stay in his room that to talk with them due to the fact that he was bullied at school by humans, and his parents were humans. He assumed that all of them were the same. This way of thinking did not get him far in life, he was always picking fights with humans, and always losing, by the time the fight started, he was already uninterested in what was happening. By the time Nico was 13, his parents traveled to the ruins of the old city, and never came back. Apparently, the group was attacked by Ursa, and we're not able to hold them back. This triggered and other fire of hatred in his heart, the hatred for the Grimm. Although his relationship with his adoptive parents may have been nonexistent, they still choose to adopt him, and the Grimm took them away. By age 15 Nico was sent to Signal, and forged weapon Ragnorok there. As time went on, Nico gradually began to change his opinion about humans, and began to be friend them. After about 2 years, Nico applied for Beacon, and was chosen to enroll in the school. |
6,870 | 191 | 9 | 1,395 | 460 | Cyrul was casually looking around, hands in his pockets as his Cheshire Grievance, currently folded down in its storage mode, hung against his back, the magnetic seal attached to his jacket keeping it in place despite its weight. Most of the students milling out of the ship didn't particularly interest him, but a few caught his eye. Of course one was the unreasonably tall reptilian Faunus, which was a surprise to see as he didn't think reptilian Faunus even existed. There was also a rather loud girl who had decided to attach herself to a tired looking Faunus kid, and the scrawny child who was carrying around a sword at least as tall as he was. He figured it would be a good idea to make a few friends as early as possible, but he definitely wanted to get his bearings first. Unfortunately in his looking around for a place to go he backed up right into someone else. "Oh crap, I'm really sorry. Shoulda been looking where I was going." He stated as he turned around to face the person. | - Name: Cyrul Vance
- Age: 17
- Race: Human
- Appearance: !( "enter image title here")
- Personality: Cyrul is outgoing and somewhat boisterous, to the point that he sometimes can be annoying. He does his best in classes but his best tends not to be just barely good enough. His outwards personality is in part because of this, as he tries to counter what he deems his own lack of intelligence with an extroverted personality.
- Weapon: Cyrul is equipped with the Cheshire Grievance, a transforming weapon. It has three modes.
Active, Melee Mode: In its melee mode, Cheshire Grievance is made up of two large machete like blades facing inwards like a pair of scissors, with the last half of the backside of the blade being edged and serrated as well. They attach to a pair of mechanical arms connected to a large, two handed hilt approximately half the length of the blades. (Blade length: 4’6”. Handle length: 2’8”. Total length with arms fully extended forward: 8’)
Active, Ranged Mode: In ranged mode, one of the blades pulls back along the hilt, the back of it being a grip, including a trigger. The top blade aligns with the hilt, extending the barrel and allowing it to function as a light machine gun. Lastly, the hilt flips up into a sort of carrying handle.
Stored Mode: In stored mode both blades pull back against the hilt, latching into a slots (built around the main handholds and leaving enough space for it to be grabbed) while the far half of both blades retracts inside the closer half, leaving it approximately the size of a mid-size shield which can be attached to a clamp worn on Cyrul’s back.
- Semblance: Damage reversal, which when activated will rapidly drain Cyrul’s aura, making it dangerous to use too much in a short period, but while active, any attack taken by Cyrul will instead hit the enemy, manifesting as an equal amount of force striking the same point as struck on Cyrul.
- Backstory: Cyrul grew up loving adventure, even as a young child he would always venture too far from his house, and would be the first to try new things. So when he was old enough to attend Signal academy it wasn’t even a question for him if he was going to try and become a Huntsman. Now he’s finally reached Beacon, the last obstacle between him and his chosen career. |
6,871 | 191 | 10 | 373 | 2,294 | Umph... Vincent exhaled suddenly, being bumped into by some weird looking human. Sighing slightly, he took his mask off slightly to speak to the kid. "It's all right, should have been looking where I was going. I'm Vincent Nero, nice to meet you." He was glad to make friends, friends were power. He extended his hand to kid. "You can call me Nero, the family does." And he grinned slightly, showing off some sharp fangs. | Name - Nahbi Cho
Age - 17
Race - Human
Appearance -
Personality - Nahbi can almost always be seen sporting a wicked grin, and is very easily entertained. She's not always the easiest to get along with, what with her obnoxious amount of energy and sarcastic remarks, but if she decides she likes you enough, you can be sure she'll stick with you through thick and thin – not that others often decide they like her. She enjoys messing with people, and is often too obtuse to read the situation and know when enough is enough. Nahbi's juvenile, falling easily into pettiness, but this also contributes to her child-like nature. She's a bit too naive for a world overrun by Grimm, and doesn't always seem to understand consequences or risks. Despite coming across as tactless and insensitive, she's actually very trusting.
Weapon - Scatter and Flare
Nahbi uses dual blades combined with her aura, which are incapable of changing form. For melee battles, Nahbi wields them in tandem, using fast, spinning movements. She uses them as conductors for her aura for ranged attacks: when slashed, Scatter shoots out razor sharp arcs of aura, to either cut or blow enemies away, and Flare creates a line of spikes made from her aura when stabbed into the ground. Overall, her fighting style is hit first, hit hard, and do it with style.
Semblance - Vertical Teleportation
Nahbi can teleport either straight up or straight down. She typically uses this for evasion, getting some altitude on an attack, or dropping down heights that would be too dangerous to fall.
History - Nahbi chose to become a huntress because it sounds badass, plain and simple. Nahbi grew up watching the heroic deeds of hunters and huntresses on the news, and even took to playing "hunters and Grimm" with her two older brothers – though of course, the news reporters never covered the gruesome aftermath of battles they showed, or what happened when a huntress wasn't quite fast or strong enough to defeat her opponent. When Nahbi decided she wanted to be a huntress, her parents understandably shot the idea down. Her mom and dad were both very loving, if overprotective, and refused to even entertain the thought of their little girl fighting the monsters that haunted their dreams. Pouting and frustrated, Nahbi refused to let the issue drop, constantly bringing it up and even talking to her brothers about what sort of huntress she would be. Nahbi would run into the forest nearby in secret to practice, and actually got… pretty darn good. When her parents discovered dual blades hidden under her bed, along with books explaining how to utilize aura, it was the last straw. The fight was grand and gruesome enough to rival those that Nahbi always saw on the news, and when it ended with her parents confiscating her swords, Nahbi knew what she would do. That night she packed her things, stole back her swords, and ran away to Beacon, to officially start her training as a huntress and achieve her dream.
Other - Nahbi likes butterflies. That's her thing. The windowsill in her room is lined with various butterfly figurines she's collected over the years, made of glass, metal, gemstones, wood, tissue paper… whatever she's managed to find, really. She likes figuring out new ways to fold paper into butterfly shapes when she's bored, and the meticulous nature in which she does so would surprise those who know her. |
6,872 | 191 | 11 | 1,395 | 460 | This was not natural. Monsters stealing children from their beds. People shrugging off mortal wounds. Taking down game ten times your size. Running up and down walls and ceilings. Throwing rocks that turned into water. These things made sense, this was the world Zedong grew up in, he never batted an eyelash at any of these. But being five thousand feet in the air in a tin box, that was unnatural. Its not like there was a choice, there was no walking to Beacon. He could have climbed the cliff, it would have taken him longer granted, but it would be natural.
He made it a point to be the last one on, just so he could be the first one off, and that he did, collapsing on the first patch of grass he found. "I grew up playing with sticks. Why the heck would anyone need a flying box with a capacity of a couple hundred people," he asked aloud. The problem wasn't in his stomach, or his body for that fact, it was in his head. It was obvious that flying ships were safe, sturdy, and convenient, this he knew. Didn't change the fact that the man just didn't like it.
After a while he composed himself. Standing up he grabbed his spear with both hands in rested it behind his head, across his shoulders. This was the other reason he got on last, though the first one mattered most. Most people had weapons that collapsed, making them easier to carry. Zedong's weapon did no such thing, and standing at twelve feet tall, that says a lot. Had hit someone on accident? He hadn't noticed, was never good in confined spaces, but with a world so big, why would he have to.
Now himself again, he joined the other additions to Beacon in taking in the sights. The man had lived in the "civilized world" for two years before this and even now he still didn't quite understand it. Here was a place of learning. With experienced professors and staff, tomes of knowledge, boundaries, rules, training equipment, this place was made to help people advance their skills so they could dawn the title of Hunter or Huntress. In the past learning meant doing, hoping by the skin of your teeth that you did it in a way that you can try again. But this place would be different. If he made a mistake, no one would die, if he made a mistake, it was only a lesson learned. "Well," he said to no one, "kid gloves it is then."
Looking around not knowing where to go, he noticed a student who stood near him on the ship, a man in a brown coat with a great sword on his back. More importantly, he was holding a map. "Whoa, mate," he called out hoping to get the mans attention. "Nice map. Any idea where we are supposed to go? Name's Zedong by the way." | - Name: Cyrul Vance
- Age: 17
- Race: Human
- Appearance: !( "enter image title here")
- Personality: Cyrul is outgoing and somewhat boisterous, to the point that he sometimes can be annoying. He does his best in classes but his best tends not to be just barely good enough. His outwards personality is in part because of this, as he tries to counter what he deems his own lack of intelligence with an extroverted personality.
- Weapon: Cyrul is equipped with the Cheshire Grievance, a transforming weapon. It has three modes.
Active, Melee Mode: In its melee mode, Cheshire Grievance is made up of two large machete like blades facing inwards like a pair of scissors, with the last half of the backside of the blade being edged and serrated as well. They attach to a pair of mechanical arms connected to a large, two handed hilt approximately half the length of the blades. (Blade length: 4’6”. Handle length: 2’8”. Total length with arms fully extended forward: 8’)
Active, Ranged Mode: In ranged mode, one of the blades pulls back along the hilt, the back of it being a grip, including a trigger. The top blade aligns with the hilt, extending the barrel and allowing it to function as a light machine gun. Lastly, the hilt flips up into a sort of carrying handle.
Stored Mode: In stored mode both blades pull back against the hilt, latching into a slots (built around the main handholds and leaving enough space for it to be grabbed) while the far half of both blades retracts inside the closer half, leaving it approximately the size of a mid-size shield which can be attached to a clamp worn on Cyrul’s back.
- Semblance: Damage reversal, which when activated will rapidly drain Cyrul’s aura, making it dangerous to use too much in a short period, but while active, any attack taken by Cyrul will instead hit the enemy, manifesting as an equal amount of force striking the same point as struck on Cyrul.
- Backstory: Cyrul grew up loving adventure, even as a young child he would always venture too far from his house, and would be the first to try new things. So when he was old enough to attend Signal academy it wasn’t even a question for him if he was going to try and become a Huntsman. Now he’s finally reached Beacon, the last obstacle between him and his chosen career. |
6,873 | 191 | 12 | 1,404 | 5,009 | Nico leaned back as the girl leaned forward and commented on how she would pass and what not. He still had no idea why she was interested in him, he was just one of a hundred students, and because he decided to reply to her, she became attached, or so he thought. Nico's tail started to flick back and forth faster, showing that he was a bit nervous, but a bit agitated. The girl was kinda overbearing, but in a good way, what ever that way was, he hoped he would eventually find it, but he would use that excuse for know. She then stretched at lifted her head; Nico was not gonna lie, the girl was good looking, if he wasn't so tired he would say it straight to her face, but she seemed to already have that part down.
"C'mon, don't be a bore on our first day at Beacon." She said as she bumped into him with her hip.
"I guess we're all weaklings." he said under he breath. "Alright, I'll step out of my comfort zone for a bit. So tell me, what do you wish to do on our, first day at Beacon." he said with a grin as his weariness slowly went away. | Name: Nico Hung
Age: 16
Race: Faunus (Lion)
Appearance: !( "enter image title here")
Personality: Nico is a lazy and unenthusiastic man who spends much of his time asleep, and no one appears to try and stop him from doing so. Despite being a skilled Huntsman, he is not eager to work, allowing others to do it for him when possible. He is not particularly interested in whatever is going on around him, though he is observant and capable analyst. Unlike other Hunters he is not inherently violent or overly arrogant. Despite all this, he has a strong, deep routed sense of duty.
Weapon: Ragnorok
!( "enter image title here")
(It is a lot larger than what is portrayed in the picture)
A large Bat'leth the has two barrels at the 2 far ends of the weapon. On the handle, there are 2 triggers, the one on the right side fires the bottom right gun, and vise versa.
Semblance: Nico has the ability to manipulate Kentic energy of a moving object. On a small scale, Nico can simply slow an attack down or push it of mark by a little, but on large scale, he can force an objects Kentic energy into potential, and cause it to explode.
Color: Grey
Backstory: Nico was born, adopted and raised in the great lands of Mistral. Ever since Nico was a child, he always avoided a relationship with his parents, choosing to stay in his room that to talk with them due to the fact that he was bullied at school by humans, and his parents were humans. He assumed that all of them were the same. This way of thinking did not get him far in life, he was always picking fights with humans, and always losing, by the time the fight started, he was already uninterested in what was happening. By the time Nico was 13, his parents traveled to the ruins of the old city, and never came back. Apparently, the group was attacked by Ursa, and we're not able to hold them back. This triggered and other fire of hatred in his heart, the hatred for the Grimm. Although his relationship with his adoptive parents may have been nonexistent, they still choose to adopt him, and the Grimm took them away. By age 15 Nico was sent to Signal, and forged weapon Ragnorok there. As time went on, Nico gradually began to change his opinion about humans, and began to be friend them. After about 2 years, Nico applied for Beacon, and was chosen to enroll in the school. |
6,874 | 191 | 13 | 373 | 2,294 | Nahbi froze. That... was a very good question. What were they supposed to do now? Wasn't a teacher supposed to greet them and give them their rooms or something?
Oh well. Details had never bothered Nahbi in the past, and like hell she'd let them bother her now.
"Why, my furry friend," she said with fake confidence, "we do what we came here to do: kick ass and take names!" Not that she actually knew what that entailed at this point. Whatever, it sounded cool. "Mine's Nahbi, by the way," she said with a grin. "Nahbi Cho. Future Huntress extraordinaire. Let's see if we can't get some of our comrades in on the fun. If there's one thing I've learned in my entire life, it's that it's harder for people to punish big groups." Not that Nahbi planned on doing anything that they would be punished for. Of course not. | Name - Nahbi Cho
Age - 17
Race - Human
Appearance -
Personality - Nahbi can almost always be seen sporting a wicked grin, and is very easily entertained. She's not always the easiest to get along with, what with her obnoxious amount of energy and sarcastic remarks, but if she decides she likes you enough, you can be sure she'll stick with you through thick and thin – not that others often decide they like her. She enjoys messing with people, and is often too obtuse to read the situation and know when enough is enough. Nahbi's juvenile, falling easily into pettiness, but this also contributes to her child-like nature. She's a bit too naive for a world overrun by Grimm, and doesn't always seem to understand consequences or risks. Despite coming across as tactless and insensitive, she's actually very trusting.
Weapon - Scatter and Flare
Nahbi uses dual blades combined with her aura, which are incapable of changing form. For melee battles, Nahbi wields them in tandem, using fast, spinning movements. She uses them as conductors for her aura for ranged attacks: when slashed, Scatter shoots out razor sharp arcs of aura, to either cut or blow enemies away, and Flare creates a line of spikes made from her aura when stabbed into the ground. Overall, her fighting style is hit first, hit hard, and do it with style.
Semblance - Vertical Teleportation
Nahbi can teleport either straight up or straight down. She typically uses this for evasion, getting some altitude on an attack, or dropping down heights that would be too dangerous to fall.
History - Nahbi chose to become a huntress because it sounds badass, plain and simple. Nahbi grew up watching the heroic deeds of hunters and huntresses on the news, and even took to playing "hunters and Grimm" with her two older brothers – though of course, the news reporters never covered the gruesome aftermath of battles they showed, or what happened when a huntress wasn't quite fast or strong enough to defeat her opponent. When Nahbi decided she wanted to be a huntress, her parents understandably shot the idea down. Her mom and dad were both very loving, if overprotective, and refused to even entertain the thought of their little girl fighting the monsters that haunted their dreams. Pouting and frustrated, Nahbi refused to let the issue drop, constantly bringing it up and even talking to her brothers about what sort of huntress she would be. Nahbi would run into the forest nearby in secret to practice, and actually got… pretty darn good. When her parents discovered dual blades hidden under her bed, along with books explaining how to utilize aura, it was the last straw. The fight was grand and gruesome enough to rival those that Nahbi always saw on the news, and when it ended with her parents confiscating her swords, Nahbi knew what she would do. That night she packed her things, stole back her swords, and ran away to Beacon, to officially start her training as a huntress and achieve her dream.
Other - Nahbi likes butterflies. That's her thing. The windowsill in her room is lined with various butterfly figurines she's collected over the years, made of glass, metal, gemstones, wood, tissue paper… whatever she's managed to find, really. She likes figuring out new ways to fold paper into butterfly shapes when she's bored, and the meticulous nature in which she does so would surprise those who know her. |
6,875 | 191 | 14 | 1,544 | 335 | ### Pim Teagarden
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Pim found himself being playfully teased by two of his older brothers, both of which who were senior students at beacon. His mother was a current employee for them as well, so Pim had been brought to the school days prior, simply made to bench in his mother's room until today. Today was the big day. The day when all his new classmates arrived and he was placed on a team. **"I'll be fine. Aren't I usually the one who is like a parent between the three of us?"**, Pim said to one of his older brothers in a mocking, but silly tone. Pim was nervous, this was certain, but he did feel at ease knowing that he had family around to fall back on.
When his older brothers began to argue over something trivial, Pim slipped away from them and walked up to the entrance of beacon as he heard the rumbling and settling of the airship. They were here. He rattled his clarinet in his hand, his fingers almost tempted to bring it up to his lips so he could play a melody. He would wait and play a special melody he had prepared for his teammates once his team had been chosen, whomever they would be. Pim gently settled his back on the wall and crossed his ankles, clasping his hands behind his back and smiling pleasantly as the students arrived. So many different students. Some odd looking, and many quiet, normal, and one in particular who was especially loud, but it was so cute and charming. Pim watched her actions fuzzily from where he was. Her excitement was certainly contagious.
He had become a little acquainted with the place on account that he had been there a few days earlier before almost everyone else. While normally he would have cheerfully walked up to the students and welcomed them in with warm and affectionate arms, he decided to watch, finding himself utterly enthralled by all the newcomers. And besides, he didn't want to be rude. Some people, when unfamiliar with new places, preferred the solitary moments of settling in before they branch out to meet new people. He would wait a bit before he introduced himself, though, his delicate and sunny countenance was plainly itching to converse. He certainly wouldn't hold back if someone approached him first. | -**Name**: Pim Teagarden
-**Age**: 16
-**Race**: Human
-**Appearance**:
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-**Personality**: Pim is a emotionally sensitive individual who wears his feelings on his sleeves and is sensitive to the feelings of others. He is a feminist who believes in equality regardless of gender or rank. Due to his somewhat effeminate nature, high voice, and androgynous looks, he is often mistaken for a girl and admits to having a bit of a complex towards these questions. Nonetheless, Pim is a very motherly individual, typically protective and worrisome over the well-being of others. He is often seen making graceful expressions such as clasping his hands together and being tenderly affectionate. Like his grandmother, he has developed a green thumb and love of music and is fond of flowers and nature and playing his clarinet. Though preferring diplomatic resolutions and being slightly demure, he won't hesitate to snap at others for slipping with their manners or being impolite or selfish. Nonetheless, he is a social butterfly who feeds off the positive energy of others. In some instances, he can behave like an overprotective parent.
-**Weapon**: Brilliance; This weapon is a Dust infused clarinet that shoots bullets which burst into what looks like fireworks or colourful sparkles. The strength of the bullets varies in degrees of power and intensity, and can range from a multitude of colorful sparkles capable of temporarily blinding a person to a powerful detonation capable of smashing objects and destroying property. He shoots the bullets by blowing into the clarinet. Furthermore, the clarinet has a blade attachment that can quickly protrude from the mouth. (After all is said and done, he can still just use his clarinet to play music.)
-**Semblance**: Butterfly on Display; His semblance causes a pair of butterfly wings to appear out of the area of his back where the shoulder blades would be. These wings allow him to fly, are semi-transparent, iridescent, and luminescent, so it appears they give off a faint light and are made of some kind of tinted energy. Although the wings usually disappear when Pim lands, he can make them reappear if needed. If Pim is attacked and hit while in flight, the wings will disappear, and he will have to wait a short time before he can reform them. Sustained flight will slowly, but steadily drain his aura. So while he can fly for extended periods of time, he can't fly for too long. Increasing his speed of flight and carrying someone else while flying will further hasten the depletion of his aura and once that happens, his wings disappear.
-**Colour**: Peach
-**Backstory**: Pim is the son of Agatha Teagarden, a long time inventor of the modern era who re-devoted herself to the research of scientific and technological advancements after the death of her husband, Creed. When Pim was a very young boy, his mother became a employee of the academy, hired to further advance the technological efficiency of the school. Unfortunately, because this job was so time consuming, Pim was left to stay with his grandmother and 5 older brothers, some of whom are actually senior academy students themselves. Pim, although 16, was accepted into the academy because of his mother and his birthday being very soon. He hopes to live up to the reputation that his mother and older brothers set before him. The baby isn't as weak as everyone thinks. Like his grandmother would always tell him, "You are beautiful and you are brilliant".
-Quote: "There there, you always having the sunrise and morning dew to look forward to..." |
6,876 | 191 | 15 | 1,417 | 1,336 | Yeah, well... The view ain't all bad. Nero said, a bit wearily. "My mask is my own design, based on the grim. 'Know thy enemy' and all that. Whatever. You want to go up to the school? I've been waiting to get here for a long time, I want to check it out." He puts his mask back on, then gestures for the human to follow him to the school. This human could be interesting, not that Nero was so normal himself. In time, he would have to make friends. This seemed the likely candidate. | - **Name:** Timothy Raminov
- **Age:** 17
- **Race:** Human
- **Appearance:** Tim has spiky, unkept brown hair which covers his left eye. He wears square rimmed glasses that don’t really do anything for his vision. He usually sports a brown coat with an eye motif on the back of it, as well as black jeans and sabatons. Has a white world peace shirt. His right eye colour is brown, but his left eyeball is black and has a gold iris. That’s why he hides it.
- **Personality:** Tim is an awkward and introverted and likes to keep his distance from people. In battle and tense situations, however, he tends to favour speed and efficiency. His awkwardness disappears and is seemingly replaced with skill. Tim is very analytical but he’s more of a follower than a leader.
- **Weapon:** Tim’s weapon of choice is a massive great sword left behind by his older brother who was once a great huntsman, which he calls Carnage. Quite the contrary weapon to the seemingly meek Timothy. Turns into a light machine gun. When unneeded, Tim keeps the belt in an ammo box, but if he's prepared for battle, he wraps it around his right sleeve and it acts as a makeshift chain.
- **Semblance:** Tim dubs his semblance the Soul Burn on account of the fact that it burns through his aura, but he mostly just calls it his power. When activated, his left eye seems to glow and his capabilities are greatly increased. The most apparent effect is the heightened regeneration capabilities which heal most wounds quickly. It also provides a boost to reflexes, speed and strength. The downside of Soul Burn is that the stronger the effects, the faster he drains his aura. He can also use it to have heightened perceptive powers (so he can see better) and reflexes, and he can also add cool effects like seeing all the living things and night vision. One thing to note is the fact that when Soul Burn is active, Tim can only use as much power as necessary. Another thing to note is that Soul Burn has the ability to regenerate severed limbs and damaged or partially destroyed internal organs, but this usually takes a lot of time and puts Tim in a coma-like state until fully healed. This can take anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks. That said, destroyed organs cannot be replaced, only damaged organs can be regenerated. The last thing to note is that using Soul Burn causes a certain degree of pain to Tim and makes him more aggressive and snappy.
- **Backstory:** Tim was the second son of a family of successful hunters. Even though he was thin and weak, he had a good relationship with his older sister who was the best hunter of the family who believed in Tim’s potential. The family’s skill brought jealousy from those around them and their enemies conspired against them. One day, the enemies of Tim’s family trapped and killed the all of his family (including his older sister) and were about to kill Tim when a pack of Ursa ambushed and slaughtered everyone in the village. Tim became gravely wounded but his power activated to save him. Picking up Carnage, Tim went on an ursa hunting rampage destroying the pack of Ursa and then fell unconscious. When Tim came to, he was the only one left aive in a field of blood, carnage at his side. He was sent off to live with his distant aunty and uncle in another country and Tim works to be a hunter so that he can do his dead sister proud and be a good huntsman.
No pictures, though. If you have any that seem appropriate, please suggest them to me. |
6,877 | 191 | 16 | 2,188 | 1,106 | Asa felt the airship dock, and he slipped out quietly, somewhere in the middle of the crowd. Hurrying away from the mass of new students he fingered the fang hanging round his neck for comfit, although he would never admit that to anyone. Avoiding making eye contact he skirted around a noisy girl, and a faunus who she seemed to be hugging. Asa finally got a look at the place he would be spending the next four years at, tall and magnificent, not his first choice; but rather his only. While gazing at the school, Asa caught sight of a kid, sitting on the wall. Nice choice, he thought, contemplating whether to climb up as well, high places were always the best. Flicking his tail and twitching his ears was the only outward sign that he concentrating deeply, pondering if it would count as invading the boy’s territory. Wait. This was the human world now. The most the boy would probably do is ask him to move, or move on himself. Suddenly wondering when he had started over thinking things, Asa twitched his tail once more and, with a short run-up, leapt at the wall, scaling it with ease in a matter of seconds. Plopping himself down beside the boy, Asa surveyed the teeming congregation of new students. “Quite a lot of them, aren’t there?” He said, voicing his thoughts. | **Name:** Asa Karmozijn
**Age:** 16
**Race:** Wolf Faunus
**Appearance:** His silver-white hair flows down to his shoulders. His left ear is also pierced multiple times with small rings. His eyes are deep obsidian purple; the sort of colour the sky goes round about midnight. Asa has small fangs barely seeable when he closes his mouth. A thin strip of soft leather round his neck, off which hangs a three inch long black fang.
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Personality:** Reckless. Adventurous. Loves to fight. Quite violent, and has a temper like a volcano, it simmers quietly until something pushes him past the edge and he just blows his top. He’s also kind, hates bullies. Little lazy when it comes to study. Partly nocturnal. Gets along fine with most people, but simply can’t stand others. Stays to himself mostly.
**Weapon:** Tears of Blood, a pair of three, foot long claws, worn on the hands, that can down scale into spiked knuckledusters, or a sort of double knife. Also shrinks to a fingerless glove in its dormant form.
**Semblance: **
**Backstory: **Asa was razed in a traveling caravan as a guard dog. Literally. He was treated like a wild animal, and so he became one. Living in a cage for part of the time and chained to it for the rest, the only time he was freed was to fight off Grimm. For him to survive was to fight. He became strong fast, he had to, it was kill, or be killed. He got his hands on a pair of knives at one point and created his own fighting style, quick and dirty, violent, close quarters, so that by the time he was finished he was drenched in Grimm blood, until, like the rest of the Grimm, it simply dissolved into a swirling cloud of dust. It was from that that he received his name, Karmozijn, meaning crimson. One time when they were heading to Vale they picked up a stranger also traveling there. This stranger was an ex-hunter, not that Asa knew that. Part way along their journey, Grimm attacked. Asa was let off his chain like usual and he fought with the Grimm, watched ever so intently by Oir the ex-hunter. When they reached Vale, Oir offered to buy Asa from the caravan, and with the amount of money he offered, there was no way the leader of the caravan could refuse. So Asa changed hands, and while he was no longer kept in a literal cage, he was confined to the house, and might as well have been in one. The collar, and chain however didn’t seem to change. Oir taught Asa more fighting, some etiquette, table manners, talking real words and understanding them. Basically Oir taught Asa to live in the human world. When Asa was sixteen, Oir, who had friends in high places, managed to secure Asa a spot at Beacon a year early, in the hope that Asa would be able to fight, and also, hopefully learn something.
(Needs a Sembalance, Could it be possible he doesn't know his Sembalance?)
(Oir=gold) |
6,878 | 191 | 17 | 2,379 | 812 | Seilber, or Silver as she often went by studied the landscape as it slid by slowly beneath the airship, several thousand feet below, clouds drifting by lazily. The deep, thrumming rumble of the ship was a comforting, steady layer to all the cacophony coming from the chattering teenagers around her. The faint sting of lubricants from the machinery warred with the various odors of teenage bodies of human and faunus alike. They'd be out of the canned air of the ship soon, and on the ground again, confirmed with the holographic pre-recorded speech of one Glena Goodwitch appeared over the windows. Idly she filed it away for later as she stood near one of the bulkheads of the ship, lightly touching on her Semblance, graying her out to mostly match the bulkhead. It wasn't an invisibility illusion, but almost like a chameleon, for now. It took the least energy, and it mostly helped her escape easy notice.
As the ship touched down, she could feel the strain starting to take hold, sapping her strength. She stayed as still as she could, trying to escape the notice of the other students as she studied them. How long would it take her to unlock this place's secrets, she wondered. That was the job. Maybe she'd learn something here, but for the most part, this was a temporary assignment, right? Right. Hopefully. Maybe.
Lost in thought, she peeled herself off the wall, letting her Semblance drop while heading for the exit. She could rest in the main hall. The headmaster would be giving a speech there. If she could avoid running into anyone... She saw the kid with the big sword, and the mountain man, slipping away to the side. She'd seen another Fox faunus like herself, maybe she could catch up to him? Who knew what she'd run into between the ship and the hall though. | - **Name**: Vincent Nero
- **Age**: 16 (his papers say 17)
- **Race**: Fox Faunus
- **Appearance**: !( "enter image title here") Vince has the ears and tail of a black fox, matching his pitch black hair. These are silky, and much softer then human hair, although its also more thick. He often carries his mask at his hip or around his back. He has silver rings in on of his ears, a sign of devotion to the family.
- **Personality**: Vincent is introverted and feels entirely uncomfortable in most situations. He shows signs of autism, and has been diagnosed with aspergers. He's really smart, and he always gets at least a B, but its never good enough.
- **Weapon**: Midnight Chaos - A pair of ( that turn into a pair of (
- **Semblance**: Vincent can control the laws of probability, and thus luck. He can, for instance, make himself always win at cards or slots. Or he could make something fantastical happen, though the less likely it is the harder it is. In battle this can mean a small freak accident that trips up his opponent and gets him on top.
- **Backstory**: Son of a deadbeat single father with a gambling addiction, Vincent got sold to an organised crime syndicate to pay of debts. But his old man kept on going, and the mafia decided the deadbeat was a liability. In the end it was Vincent that filled his father full of holes. The family required protection from him, and used his abilities in all manner of scams. In the end he was allowed, after he paid his father's debt tenfold back to the family, to attend Signal academy and become a hunter... Under the understanding that he would always be in their pocket. But before this he was required to do one final scam, he had to infiltrate the white fang. The family was relay one of the most progressive places for a faunus to work, they didn't care as long as you pledged yourself to them, but as a mainly human organisation they did at times feel threatened by the white fang. So he infiltrated the white fang and fed information to the family, which they used to make deals with the feds. In the end he was forced to leave the white fang, he couldn't agree with their radical views. When he got into the school, he made a mask of his own design to represent himself.
- **Colour**: Vantablack |
6,879 | 191 | 18 | 1,624 | 579 | Silus yawned again, his elongated tongue coiling out into the air during the movement. Some girls that had been milling around looked at him with a mix of curiosity and fear. One looked positively turned on by the tongue. Silus waved at them, a lazy smile gracing the slightly tanned face of the faunus boy. His arms stretched out again, he hated being stationary for so long...made his muscles all crampy. As he began to step forward and continue to walk he felt a sharp jolt from behind him. He spun on the heel of his foot to turn to the source of the sudden disruption. Turning to find a man with long hair and a katana strapped to his person. Silus kept his lazy crooked smile upon his lips and gave a short shrug, his tail slowly flicking and curling of it's own accord.
"No harm done there" The Reptile Faunus said, his voice peeling out from his lips with a slight accent that offered the idea of nobility "besides...always enjoy meeting people that are cute" he winked at the man before turning once more and continuing on his way. Aside from the whole 'scales and tails' thing that Silus inherited from his family...this was another thing. The infamous and voracious Kuroi appetite for...affection. Silus was glad he had been given the male chromosomes at conception. The appetite had gotten more than one Kuroi Woman in trouble. Strolling quickly, he found himself watching the graceful movements of a fox Faunus seemingly attempting to avoid notice. His eyes narrowed, moving to her and giving her a tap on the shoulder "now now...why the sneaking around here?" he grinned a lazy grin at her and waited for a response. | Name: Silus Kuroi
Age: 18
Race: Reptilian Faunus
Appearance: Silus is a tall and slight man, roughly 6'5 and weighing about 70 kg. He has long dark red hair, usually tied back in a low lying ponytail. His eyes are a blazing yellow colour with a black slit instead of pupils. His face is marked with slight bronze scales across his cheeks. Silus is built slight and compact, coiled muscles and a posture like he always is about to strike out. He generally wears scuffed up green jeans, a black leather jacket with no shirt underneath and a necklace with a snake's tooth upon it. Silus' Faunus features include a long reptilian tongue, scales adorning a few parts of his body and a scaled tail that requires him to cut a hole in his jeans.
Personality: Silus is a unique case in terms of personality. He can vary from cold and silent to loving and happy. This all depends on whether or not he has spent some time in the sun. He adores laying in the sun and relaxing, warming up to anyone that talks to him in this state. As he cools down, his smile leaves and he becomes silent.
Weapon: Dragon Rush is a set of two bracelets and two anklets. They are bronze in colour and look rather inconspicuous in their carry state. In battle state, they fold out becoming larger. The anklets fold out barrels pointing away backwards and the bracelets fold barrels out to reach his elbow. The end effect resembles metallic scales over his forearms and lower legs. Silus uses these barrels to fire out and using the momentum in his martial arts. His fighting style is very similar to Capoeira.
Semblance: Dragon's Breath. A dangerous semblance that is usually formed in the Kuroi family. Silus has the ability to chew on Dust and breath out a violent storm of whatever type of Dust he has been chewing. This drains Silus incredibly and can be quite dangerous as many Kuroi have died due to Dust exploding in their mouth.
Backstory: Silus was born to the Kuroi family, a long line reptile Faunus that generally were allied with Beacon in attempts to get Faunus accepted in normal society. Having the first born son, Silus become the first Reptilian Faunus to become a hunter is their greatest goal. Silus was groomed to be a perfect student, always attentive and always studying. This...failed. Silus is far from that and generally loves to work on instinct.
Backstory to be finished. |
6,880 | 191 | 19 | 2,379 | 812 | Seilber started slightly, with a small 'yip' of sorts at being tapped on the shoulder. She hadn't expected anyone to notice her movements so quickly. Straightening, she turned a little and regarded... Another faunus warily. She relaxed a little despite the bit of scaling she could see. Reptilian types were rare, only ones she knew of were the K.. Kuroi family. The vixen tilted her head slightly, one ear twitching some in a look that was a throwback to the canids of old. "uhh, sorry, just trying to get through the day," she said quietly, perhaps a little shyly. "I... I'm not really sneaking around. Just .. Rather have the lay of the land, who's who before I talk to people," she added hesitantly. It was a little rough, dealing with people while being an introvert. She studied him for a few moments more. Predator, definitely predator, she decided. And while she seemed shy, she was too, and her body language shifted, one foot dropping back slightly, turning her to present a narrower target, a subtle thing. Shoulders drew back, and her muscle tension changed slightly, ears perked and alert, silvery tail swaying with minor changes in her balance. It wasn't a full on fighting stance, just a level of readiness that even she wasn't aware of. At the same time, her nose tingled lightly from the wind shifting, bringing a little bit of pheremones to her, which caused her eyes to dilate a bite, and she felt a litlte warmth suffuse through her, easing her back down, subtle things mostly. "So, what are you doin' watching me," she asked.
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Salvia studied the rest of the students during the trip, noting a couple fox faunas, a lizard faunus, a boy with a huge sword, another with a curved single-edged sword called a katana. There was a mountain of a man with a spear, but as far as she could tell it didn't collapse. His loss. There was a wolf-like or canid based Faunus over there, and a feline-based one over there. At least a few humans too. It was nice to be in mixed company. As she studied the male fox faunus, she noted the mask that looked much like the White Fang masks. Her eyes narrowed as she looked him over, then glanced around. The fox girl was gone, even on a sealed airship a few thousand feet off the ground. Oh... No, she'd changed colors against one wall. Weird.
Once they'd landed, she made her way out of the ship as well. Salvia was excited, her heart racing with anticipation, that moment before a good fight, or a dizzying plunge off a cliff, or when a powerful storm was moving in. A small grin had spread across her face, unable to fully contain her inner exhuberance, but she quickly admonished herself. The grin faded but she still felt as though she were bouncing on her toes as she walked, resisting the urge to run. But no, she wouldn't do that. Better to absorb it all as she looked at the sights, the sightlines, and studied those around her wordlessly. That way she'd remember all of it, including the important things, and the little tiny things here and there.
Idly Godspear tapped against her thigh as she walked, hanging from a leather thong on her belt, almost like tapping on one's chin as they thought. This was going to be an interesting place, and she'd be spending the next four years here. She'd have a lot to learn, and a lot to do. When she got out of here, she would be a Huntress, or she wouldn't. Either way, the school would make her stronger, and she'd be able to take on more challenges, even on a global scale? Maybe. Best to get to the opening address in the main room, everyone was headed there, and while it was pomp and circumstance, she knew that it was necessary. | - **Name**: Vincent Nero
- **Age**: 16 (his papers say 17)
- **Race**: Fox Faunus
- **Appearance**: !( "enter image title here") Vince has the ears and tail of a black fox, matching his pitch black hair. These are silky, and much softer then human hair, although its also more thick. He often carries his mask at his hip or around his back. He has silver rings in on of his ears, a sign of devotion to the family.
- **Personality**: Vincent is introverted and feels entirely uncomfortable in most situations. He shows signs of autism, and has been diagnosed with aspergers. He's really smart, and he always gets at least a B, but its never good enough.
- **Weapon**: Midnight Chaos - A pair of ( that turn into a pair of (
- **Semblance**: Vincent can control the laws of probability, and thus luck. He can, for instance, make himself always win at cards or slots. Or he could make something fantastical happen, though the less likely it is the harder it is. In battle this can mean a small freak accident that trips up his opponent and gets him on top.
- **Backstory**: Son of a deadbeat single father with a gambling addiction, Vincent got sold to an organised crime syndicate to pay of debts. But his old man kept on going, and the mafia decided the deadbeat was a liability. In the end it was Vincent that filled his father full of holes. The family required protection from him, and used his abilities in all manner of scams. In the end he was allowed, after he paid his father's debt tenfold back to the family, to attend Signal academy and become a hunter... Under the understanding that he would always be in their pocket. But before this he was required to do one final scam, he had to infiltrate the white fang. The family was relay one of the most progressive places for a faunus to work, they didn't care as long as you pledged yourself to them, but as a mainly human organisation they did at times feel threatened by the white fang. So he infiltrated the white fang and fed information to the family, which they used to make deals with the feds. In the end he was forced to leave the white fang, he couldn't agree with their radical views. When he got into the school, he made a mask of his own design to represent himself.
- **Colour**: Vantablack |
6,881 | 191 | 20 | 1,544 | 335 | ### Pim Teagarden
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He watched inquisitively as his gaze caught sight of a faunus, though, he wasn't hundred percent sure what type of faunus he was. He had a silver hair, a grey bushy tail and cute ears. Pim was marveled by the boy who was so unique and different. At least to him. Faunus were especially alluring to Pim. Sometimes, he had wished that he was a faunus, but alas, we cannot always have what we want. His eyes widened as it came near, nearly leaping over his head and scaling down the wall and until he plopped on the ground with a thud beside him. Pim smiled gently and unclasped his hands, placing them on the wall and pushing against it to propel himself upright. Pim responded to his question casually, **"Indeed. There are quite of lot of them, or rather...us. After all, we are all in this together are we not?"**, Pim retorted cheekly, looking down to the Faunus and smiling pleasantly. He swiveled his body around to follow his gaze and walked in front of the faunus, squatting in front of him with his flute still in hand.
Pim looked at him with pretty and welcoming eyes, analyzing the boys ears and tails. Pim reached his dainty hand out slowly and lightly rubbed his hands over the boys left ear gently, feeling the fur and tickling from its softness. He looked to the boys tail and had to drown out his compulsion to touch it too. He drew his hands back and clasped them together once more. **"Your ears are so cute. I kid you not, I'd always wished I was a faunus. Your so lucky"**, he said in a cheerful and affectionate tone. He paused and gazed up at the wall oddly, thinking about the boys unusual movements prior. He shook his head and looked back at the boy...**"What kind of faunus are you anyways? A squirrel perhaps..."**, he said in a playful and teasing tone. **"Oh! And the names Pim, Pim Teagarden"**, he added in a chirpy voice. | -**Name**: Pim Teagarden
-**Age**: 16
-**Race**: Human
-**Appearance**:
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-**Personality**: Pim is a emotionally sensitive individual who wears his feelings on his sleeves and is sensitive to the feelings of others. He is a feminist who believes in equality regardless of gender or rank. Due to his somewhat effeminate nature, high voice, and androgynous looks, he is often mistaken for a girl and admits to having a bit of a complex towards these questions. Nonetheless, Pim is a very motherly individual, typically protective and worrisome over the well-being of others. He is often seen making graceful expressions such as clasping his hands together and being tenderly affectionate. Like his grandmother, he has developed a green thumb and love of music and is fond of flowers and nature and playing his clarinet. Though preferring diplomatic resolutions and being slightly demure, he won't hesitate to snap at others for slipping with their manners or being impolite or selfish. Nonetheless, he is a social butterfly who feeds off the positive energy of others. In some instances, he can behave like an overprotective parent.
-**Weapon**: Brilliance; This weapon is a Dust infused clarinet that shoots bullets which burst into what looks like fireworks or colourful sparkles. The strength of the bullets varies in degrees of power and intensity, and can range from a multitude of colorful sparkles capable of temporarily blinding a person to a powerful detonation capable of smashing objects and destroying property. He shoots the bullets by blowing into the clarinet. Furthermore, the clarinet has a blade attachment that can quickly protrude from the mouth. (After all is said and done, he can still just use his clarinet to play music.)
-**Semblance**: Butterfly on Display; His semblance causes a pair of butterfly wings to appear out of the area of his back where the shoulder blades would be. These wings allow him to fly, are semi-transparent, iridescent, and luminescent, so it appears they give off a faint light and are made of some kind of tinted energy. Although the wings usually disappear when Pim lands, he can make them reappear if needed. If Pim is attacked and hit while in flight, the wings will disappear, and he will have to wait a short time before he can reform them. Sustained flight will slowly, but steadily drain his aura. So while he can fly for extended periods of time, he can't fly for too long. Increasing his speed of flight and carrying someone else while flying will further hasten the depletion of his aura and once that happens, his wings disappear.
-**Colour**: Peach
-**Backstory**: Pim is the son of Agatha Teagarden, a long time inventor of the modern era who re-devoted herself to the research of scientific and technological advancements after the death of her husband, Creed. When Pim was a very young boy, his mother became a employee of the academy, hired to further advance the technological efficiency of the school. Unfortunately, because this job was so time consuming, Pim was left to stay with his grandmother and 5 older brothers, some of whom are actually senior academy students themselves. Pim, although 16, was accepted into the academy because of his mother and his birthday being very soon. He hopes to live up to the reputation that his mother and older brothers set before him. The baby isn't as weak as everyone thinks. Like his grandmother would always tell him, "You are beautiful and you are brilliant".
-Quote: "There there, you always having the sunrise and morning dew to look forward to..." |
6,882 | 191 | 21 | 1,404 | 5,009 | So basically get to know some people. You could have just said that you know. He said while scratching the back of his head. nice turned around and looked for anyone they could talk to. At the moment, most of the students seemed to be to preoccupied with one another. Nico tail flicked around back and forth slowly, this change he wa making for Nahbi was only to be kind, nothing else. Nico readjusted Ragnorokwhich was hanging loosely on his back, held by black straps. "We'll, do have anyone in mind?" He asked." And ,my name is Nico." | Name: Nico Hung
Age: 16
Race: Faunus (Lion)
Appearance: !( "enter image title here")
Personality: Nico is a lazy and unenthusiastic man who spends much of his time asleep, and no one appears to try and stop him from doing so. Despite being a skilled Huntsman, he is not eager to work, allowing others to do it for him when possible. He is not particularly interested in whatever is going on around him, though he is observant and capable analyst. Unlike other Hunters he is not inherently violent or overly arrogant. Despite all this, he has a strong, deep routed sense of duty.
Weapon: Ragnorok
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(It is a lot larger than what is portrayed in the picture)
A large Bat'leth the has two barrels at the 2 far ends of the weapon. On the handle, there are 2 triggers, the one on the right side fires the bottom right gun, and vise versa.
Semblance: Nico has the ability to manipulate Kentic energy of a moving object. On a small scale, Nico can simply slow an attack down or push it of mark by a little, but on large scale, he can force an objects Kentic energy into potential, and cause it to explode.
Color: Grey
Backstory: Nico was born, adopted and raised in the great lands of Mistral. Ever since Nico was a child, he always avoided a relationship with his parents, choosing to stay in his room that to talk with them due to the fact that he was bullied at school by humans, and his parents were humans. He assumed that all of them were the same. This way of thinking did not get him far in life, he was always picking fights with humans, and always losing, by the time the fight started, he was already uninterested in what was happening. By the time Nico was 13, his parents traveled to the ruins of the old city, and never came back. Apparently, the group was attacked by Ursa, and we're not able to hold them back. This triggered and other fire of hatred in his heart, the hatred for the Grimm. Although his relationship with his adoptive parents may have been nonexistent, they still choose to adopt him, and the Grimm took them away. By age 15 Nico was sent to Signal, and forged weapon Ragnorok there. As time went on, Nico gradually began to change his opinion about humans, and began to be friend them. After about 2 years, Nico applied for Beacon, and was chosen to enroll in the school. |
6,883 | 191 | 22 | 1,395 | 460 | Cyrul walked at a casual pace, keeping up with his new acquaintance as they headed to the main hall. Cyrul was, surprisingly, looking forward to Ozpin's speech and he wanted to get there quickly so he'd get a good view of the Hunters that were undoubtedly amazing if they'd secured a place as Beacon's staff. He looked around a bit as well, taking in the amount of students that would be attending this year and turning to Vincent. "Lotta Faunus this year. Here's hoping that's a good omen for the future. Maybe soon we can stop pretending to have equality and, y'know, actually have it." He said in a more serious tone than previously, not really caring if anyone overheard him. He doubted anyone would care, but even at a place like Beacon there was still racists and bullies aplenty. | - Name: Cyrul Vance
- Age: 17
- Race: Human
- Appearance: !( "enter image title here")
- Personality: Cyrul is outgoing and somewhat boisterous, to the point that he sometimes can be annoying. He does his best in classes but his best tends not to be just barely good enough. His outwards personality is in part because of this, as he tries to counter what he deems his own lack of intelligence with an extroverted personality.
- Weapon: Cyrul is equipped with the Cheshire Grievance, a transforming weapon. It has three modes.
Active, Melee Mode: In its melee mode, Cheshire Grievance is made up of two large machete like blades facing inwards like a pair of scissors, with the last half of the backside of the blade being edged and serrated as well. They attach to a pair of mechanical arms connected to a large, two handed hilt approximately half the length of the blades. (Blade length: 4’6”. Handle length: 2’8”. Total length with arms fully extended forward: 8’)
Active, Ranged Mode: In ranged mode, one of the blades pulls back along the hilt, the back of it being a grip, including a trigger. The top blade aligns with the hilt, extending the barrel and allowing it to function as a light machine gun. Lastly, the hilt flips up into a sort of carrying handle.
Stored Mode: In stored mode both blades pull back against the hilt, latching into a slots (built around the main handholds and leaving enough space for it to be grabbed) while the far half of both blades retracts inside the closer half, leaving it approximately the size of a mid-size shield which can be attached to a clamp worn on Cyrul’s back.
- Semblance: Damage reversal, which when activated will rapidly drain Cyrul’s aura, making it dangerous to use too much in a short period, but while active, any attack taken by Cyrul will instead hit the enemy, manifesting as an equal amount of force striking the same point as struck on Cyrul.
- Backstory: Cyrul grew up loving adventure, even as a young child he would always venture too far from his house, and would be the first to try new things. So when he was old enough to attend Signal academy it wasn’t even a question for him if he was going to try and become a Huntsman. Now he’s finally reached Beacon, the last obstacle between him and his chosen career. |
6,884 | 191 | 23 | 2,188 | 1,106 | The boy had touched his ears. Asa wasn’t sure how to feel about that. The boy’s hand was soft; no one had ever touched Asa’s ears before, not gently anyway. "Your ears are so cute. I kid you not, I'd always wished I was a faunus. Your so lucky" The boy said cheerfully. _I’m lucky?_ Asa thought, he’d never seen it that way, he swished his tail, at least as much as the ground would let him. "What kind of faunus are you anyways? A squirrel perhaps... Oh! And the names Pim, Pim Teagarden" Asa took a deep breath. _Here goes nothing._ “Karmozijn.” He said, forgetting for a second that that wasn’t his name anymore, and reaching for his neck, but, finding only the leather string to grasp he slid his hand down to the fang and started rubbing it again. “Asa Karmozijn.” He glanced Pim, and then, noticing people were starting to move towards the school, pulled himself up, and offereing his hand out to help Pim up, growled softly, but not threateningly, “ And I’m a wolf.” Flicking his tail round just enough to flick Pim’s hand, as if to say _coming or not?_ | **Name:** Asa Karmozijn
**Age:** 16
**Race:** Wolf Faunus
**Appearance:** His silver-white hair flows down to his shoulders. His left ear is also pierced multiple times with small rings. His eyes are deep obsidian purple; the sort of colour the sky goes round about midnight. Asa has small fangs barely seeable when he closes his mouth. A thin strip of soft leather round his neck, off which hangs a three inch long black fang.
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Personality:** Reckless. Adventurous. Loves to fight. Quite violent, and has a temper like a volcano, it simmers quietly until something pushes him past the edge and he just blows his top. He’s also kind, hates bullies. Little lazy when it comes to study. Partly nocturnal. Gets along fine with most people, but simply can’t stand others. Stays to himself mostly.
**Weapon:** Tears of Blood, a pair of three, foot long claws, worn on the hands, that can down scale into spiked knuckledusters, or a sort of double knife. Also shrinks to a fingerless glove in its dormant form.
**Semblance: **
**Backstory: **Asa was razed in a traveling caravan as a guard dog. Literally. He was treated like a wild animal, and so he became one. Living in a cage for part of the time and chained to it for the rest, the only time he was freed was to fight off Grimm. For him to survive was to fight. He became strong fast, he had to, it was kill, or be killed. He got his hands on a pair of knives at one point and created his own fighting style, quick and dirty, violent, close quarters, so that by the time he was finished he was drenched in Grimm blood, until, like the rest of the Grimm, it simply dissolved into a swirling cloud of dust. It was from that that he received his name, Karmozijn, meaning crimson. One time when they were heading to Vale they picked up a stranger also traveling there. This stranger was an ex-hunter, not that Asa knew that. Part way along their journey, Grimm attacked. Asa was let off his chain like usual and he fought with the Grimm, watched ever so intently by Oir the ex-hunter. When they reached Vale, Oir offered to buy Asa from the caravan, and with the amount of money he offered, there was no way the leader of the caravan could refuse. So Asa changed hands, and while he was no longer kept in a literal cage, he was confined to the house, and might as well have been in one. The collar, and chain however didn’t seem to change. Oir taught Asa more fighting, some etiquette, table manners, talking real words and understanding them. Basically Oir taught Asa to live in the human world. When Asa was sixteen, Oir, who had friends in high places, managed to secure Asa a spot at Beacon a year early, in the hope that Asa would be able to fight, and also, hopefully learn something.
(Needs a Sembalance, Could it be possible he doesn't know his Sembalance?)
(Oir=gold) |
6,885 | 191 | 24 | 1,624 | 579 | Silus watched as the Fox Faunus turned, eyes following hers as the looked him over. The usual suspicion of his form clouded her face before something seemed to glint behind her eyes. She recognized his traits. Knew his family. That could be a good thing or a bad thing. Silus modified his usual posture, taking a more open stance to show less aggression. He smiled at her appearance, the cocked head and ears eliciting a response in the back of his mind. He listened and watched as her own posture changed. She seemed more and more scared of him, her profile shrinking and the want to see everyone before they see her. The posture change was subtle, her body reacting like cornered prey. Sikus sighed, knowing this to be either an effect of his appearance or his family. He honestly didn't know which one annoyed him more. Silus once again let a smile crawl across his lips and offered a hand to her "just watching for fellow Faunus. ..and you seemed the most interesting" he grinned a slightly lopsided grin and continued "nevertheless, A pleasure to meet you...my name is Silus" he said gently "we should head in to the hall" his head gestured to the large building "would you feel more at ease with a person you know or by yourself...miss..." he waited for her to finish his question. | Name: Silus Kuroi
Age: 18
Race: Reptilian Faunus
Appearance: Silus is a tall and slight man, roughly 6'5 and weighing about 70 kg. He has long dark red hair, usually tied back in a low lying ponytail. His eyes are a blazing yellow colour with a black slit instead of pupils. His face is marked with slight bronze scales across his cheeks. Silus is built slight and compact, coiled muscles and a posture like he always is about to strike out. He generally wears scuffed up green jeans, a black leather jacket with no shirt underneath and a necklace with a snake's tooth upon it. Silus' Faunus features include a long reptilian tongue, scales adorning a few parts of his body and a scaled tail that requires him to cut a hole in his jeans.
Personality: Silus is a unique case in terms of personality. He can vary from cold and silent to loving and happy. This all depends on whether or not he has spent some time in the sun. He adores laying in the sun and relaxing, warming up to anyone that talks to him in this state. As he cools down, his smile leaves and he becomes silent.
Weapon: Dragon Rush is a set of two bracelets and two anklets. They are bronze in colour and look rather inconspicuous in their carry state. In battle state, they fold out becoming larger. The anklets fold out barrels pointing away backwards and the bracelets fold barrels out to reach his elbow. The end effect resembles metallic scales over his forearms and lower legs. Silus uses these barrels to fire out and using the momentum in his martial arts. His fighting style is very similar to Capoeira.
Semblance: Dragon's Breath. A dangerous semblance that is usually formed in the Kuroi family. Silus has the ability to chew on Dust and breath out a violent storm of whatever type of Dust he has been chewing. This drains Silus incredibly and can be quite dangerous as many Kuroi have died due to Dust exploding in their mouth.
Backstory: Silus was born to the Kuroi family, a long line reptile Faunus that generally were allied with Beacon in attempts to get Faunus accepted in normal society. Having the first born son, Silus become the first Reptilian Faunus to become a hunter is their greatest goal. Silus was groomed to be a perfect student, always attentive and always studying. This...failed. Silus is far from that and generally loves to work on instinct.
Backstory to be finished. |
6,886 | 191 | 25 | 732 | 8,849 | Yasuri blinked.. and then blinked again severely thrown of kilter by the lizard's strange comment. He shook his head and looked around and saw the lizard now talking to a fox fanus. The fox seemed to be intimiadted by the lizard but the lizard seemed to have no ill intetion and asummed a harmless stance. A strange interaction he thought most fanus liked each other for some reason. Regardless if he sat around here like an idiot for much longer he would no doubt be late so he hurridly began walking past the pair into the hall. | **Name**: Zedong "Zee" Swarna
**Age**: 18
**Race**: Human
**Appearance**:
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**Personality**:
An open minded and outspoken individual, he tries to help in anyway he can. Whenever he runs into a situation that he can’t manage by himself, he conciders it a point of pride to get it done by himself, and as such he rarely asks for help, and never accepts it when it’s offered. He lives his life in waves, with varrying periods of long rests and intensive activities, so he is rather hard to predict. Of everything he does in life he conciders himself an exelent combatant, an amazing cook, and a great dancer, believeing these are the skills all men should master.
**Weapon**:
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A ten foot long spear that can fold back and be used as a long bow. The long bow uses dust infused arrows that explode on contact.
**Semblance**:
Cognition
*Passive*: When his semblance is first activated it starts to slowly drain aura, but drains more for each target he is analyzing. With this Zedong is compiling a large amount of data, from things as simple as mannerisms and attire, to as complicated as state of health and combat strategy. The longer he stays in this mode the more data he acquires. During this state his eyes are tinted violet.
*Active*: Once he feels he has enough information to get the job done he can fully activates his semblance, which causes him to quickly loose aura. With this he can predict his targets movements accurately for as long as he keeps his eyes open. Due to how much aura this drains he can only keep his eyes open for a short amount of time, and as such using it against multiple targets is dangerous. While active his eyes shine a bright violet.
**Backstory**:
Not being born in a city, Zedong only knew the wild side of Vytal until a much later age. He never complained about living with a traveling band of nomads, always eager to help and even more eager to play he was popular among his fellow travelers. His father was a hunter, the kind that gathers food, and would take Zedong on trips to teach him all he needed to know about surviving outside the walls of civilization. To him this was a good life, honest and free, full of gain and loss, his life was what he believed to be truly living.
During one night, when the guard was exchanging shifts, a herd of Grimm attacked. This was nothing new, since the wilds were full of them, and each time there were casualties, but none hit closer to home than this night. While he ran to the north of the camp to help fight them off. Some Grimm fought their way through the south of the camp, and when the dust settled and the day was won, his younger sister was nowhere to be seen. For five days he searched, but he had to come to terms that she was too young to survive on her own, and he grieved for five more days.
It was not easy for him to forgive himself, and most would say he still has to do so. His life had changed, and he changed with it. He would become a Hunter and uphold the peace, for he now knew that with the ever growing presence of the Grimm, his people would never know true freedom. He left his home and his family, applied and was accepted into Beacon Academy. |
6,887 | 191 | 26 | 373 | 2,294 | *"I'm heading to the main building for now. The principal's speech starts soon so I suggest you do the same,"* answered the man, clearly wishing to leave the conversation. Zedong didn't want to push the issue. Everyone does their own thing, and he got the answer he was looking for, and off to the main building he went.
As he looked around he couldn't help but feel good. Everyone was going through a life changing event, and they all knew it. Feelings of pride were weaved into everyone's mind as the reality hit them that they had made it, that this was the start of the rest of their life. Zee could sympathize, even though not much was known about Grimm, he would walk out of here with more than he started with, as well as a reputation. It was then he realized that he needed to be careful how he acted. First impressions would go a long way, toward students and teachers alike. Then that would carry over into his career, and what jobs he could take. He never had to care about what people thought of him before, so he figured that would be the best course of action, do nothing.
The main hall was quickly filling up. Most people trying to crowd to the front of the room to get a good look at the Principle, Ozpin, as well as whoever else would be speaking. Zedong decided to stay at the back of the room, leaning against the back wall, letting his weapon stand against it as well. | Name - Nahbi Cho
Age - 17
Race - Human
Appearance -
Personality - Nahbi can almost always be seen sporting a wicked grin, and is very easily entertained. She's not always the easiest to get along with, what with her obnoxious amount of energy and sarcastic remarks, but if she decides she likes you enough, you can be sure she'll stick with you through thick and thin – not that others often decide they like her. She enjoys messing with people, and is often too obtuse to read the situation and know when enough is enough. Nahbi's juvenile, falling easily into pettiness, but this also contributes to her child-like nature. She's a bit too naive for a world overrun by Grimm, and doesn't always seem to understand consequences or risks. Despite coming across as tactless and insensitive, she's actually very trusting.
Weapon - Scatter and Flare
Nahbi uses dual blades combined with her aura, which are incapable of changing form. For melee battles, Nahbi wields them in tandem, using fast, spinning movements. She uses them as conductors for her aura for ranged attacks: when slashed, Scatter shoots out razor sharp arcs of aura, to either cut or blow enemies away, and Flare creates a line of spikes made from her aura when stabbed into the ground. Overall, her fighting style is hit first, hit hard, and do it with style.
Semblance - Vertical Teleportation
Nahbi can teleport either straight up or straight down. She typically uses this for evasion, getting some altitude on an attack, or dropping down heights that would be too dangerous to fall.
History - Nahbi chose to become a huntress because it sounds badass, plain and simple. Nahbi grew up watching the heroic deeds of hunters and huntresses on the news, and even took to playing "hunters and Grimm" with her two older brothers – though of course, the news reporters never covered the gruesome aftermath of battles they showed, or what happened when a huntress wasn't quite fast or strong enough to defeat her opponent. When Nahbi decided she wanted to be a huntress, her parents understandably shot the idea down. Her mom and dad were both very loving, if overprotective, and refused to even entertain the thought of their little girl fighting the monsters that haunted their dreams. Pouting and frustrated, Nahbi refused to let the issue drop, constantly bringing it up and even talking to her brothers about what sort of huntress she would be. Nahbi would run into the forest nearby in secret to practice, and actually got… pretty darn good. When her parents discovered dual blades hidden under her bed, along with books explaining how to utilize aura, it was the last straw. The fight was grand and gruesome enough to rival those that Nahbi always saw on the news, and when it ended with her parents confiscating her swords, Nahbi knew what she would do. That night she packed her things, stole back her swords, and ran away to Beacon, to officially start her training as a huntress and achieve her dream.
Other - Nahbi likes butterflies. That's her thing. The windowsill in her room is lined with various butterfly figurines she's collected over the years, made of glass, metal, gemstones, wood, tissue paper… whatever she's managed to find, really. She likes figuring out new ways to fold paper into butterfly shapes when she's bored, and the meticulous nature in which she does so would surprise those who know her. |
6,888 | 191 | 27 | 1,544 | 335 | ### Pim Teagarden
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When the boy told him his name, Pim chirped, his eyes blinked open wide, and then he fell into a brief fit of laughter. **"Thats brilliant"**, Pim said aloud, almost falling over on his ass from the momentum of his laugh. "**Honestly, that really is a brilliant name.**", he added teasingly. Pim began waving his face with his hand as if it was a fan to calm himself down and when the boy continued, he nodded. **"That is much easier. I'll call you Asa then"**, he playfully chimed. Pim followed Asa's gaze and it seemed people were going in. When the boy stood up, he reached out his hand and Pim gripped it, allowing the balance of their hands to pull him up the rest of the way. **"Thanks pal"**. Pim said quickly, giggling as the boy said he was a wolf faunus and flicked his tail at him gently. "**Yes yes I'm coming...**", Pim said in a teasing tone, following the boy inside for the introductions that would soon begin. | -**Name**: Pim Teagarden
-**Age**: 16
-**Race**: Human
-**Appearance**:
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-**Personality**: Pim is a emotionally sensitive individual who wears his feelings on his sleeves and is sensitive to the feelings of others. He is a feminist who believes in equality regardless of gender or rank. Due to his somewhat effeminate nature, high voice, and androgynous looks, he is often mistaken for a girl and admits to having a bit of a complex towards these questions. Nonetheless, Pim is a very motherly individual, typically protective and worrisome over the well-being of others. He is often seen making graceful expressions such as clasping his hands together and being tenderly affectionate. Like his grandmother, he has developed a green thumb and love of music and is fond of flowers and nature and playing his clarinet. Though preferring diplomatic resolutions and being slightly demure, he won't hesitate to snap at others for slipping with their manners or being impolite or selfish. Nonetheless, he is a social butterfly who feeds off the positive energy of others. In some instances, he can behave like an overprotective parent.
-**Weapon**: Brilliance; This weapon is a Dust infused clarinet that shoots bullets which burst into what looks like fireworks or colourful sparkles. The strength of the bullets varies in degrees of power and intensity, and can range from a multitude of colorful sparkles capable of temporarily blinding a person to a powerful detonation capable of smashing objects and destroying property. He shoots the bullets by blowing into the clarinet. Furthermore, the clarinet has a blade attachment that can quickly protrude from the mouth. (After all is said and done, he can still just use his clarinet to play music.)
-**Semblance**: Butterfly on Display; His semblance causes a pair of butterfly wings to appear out of the area of his back where the shoulder blades would be. These wings allow him to fly, are semi-transparent, iridescent, and luminescent, so it appears they give off a faint light and are made of some kind of tinted energy. Although the wings usually disappear when Pim lands, he can make them reappear if needed. If Pim is attacked and hit while in flight, the wings will disappear, and he will have to wait a short time before he can reform them. Sustained flight will slowly, but steadily drain his aura. So while he can fly for extended periods of time, he can't fly for too long. Increasing his speed of flight and carrying someone else while flying will further hasten the depletion of his aura and once that happens, his wings disappear.
-**Colour**: Peach
-**Backstory**: Pim is the son of Agatha Teagarden, a long time inventor of the modern era who re-devoted herself to the research of scientific and technological advancements after the death of her husband, Creed. When Pim was a very young boy, his mother became a employee of the academy, hired to further advance the technological efficiency of the school. Unfortunately, because this job was so time consuming, Pim was left to stay with his grandmother and 5 older brothers, some of whom are actually senior academy students themselves. Pim, although 16, was accepted into the academy because of his mother and his birthday being very soon. He hopes to live up to the reputation that his mother and older brothers set before him. The baby isn't as weak as everyone thinks. Like his grandmother would always tell him, "You are beautiful and you are brilliant".
-Quote: "There there, you always having the sunrise and morning dew to look forward to..." |
6,889 | 191 | 28 | 1,404 | 5,009 | Nico waited patiently for Nahbi's realms to his question, she sure was taking her time. nHe would have loved to just walk away and relax we're no one would find him, but for some reason he just couldn't do that. Maybe it had to do with the lions' pride or whatever it was called. Nico looked around the general area, although he had said earlier that he did not car for the view, he was not gonna lie, this place was nice. Plenty of trees, flowers, and the school it's self looked great. Nico looked back up and saw Nahbi motion for him to follow her , and he did, at a slow pace, he was not going to run her side. By the time Nico caught to Nahbi, she was already inside the school, the place was packed with all kinds of students. Tall, short, old, young, mature, immature, faunas, this place had it all. On stage was the Headmaster, Ozpin was it, he could not really remember what it was. Nico was about to ask Nahbi but she had disappeared, he looked around and found her next to a tall guy with a long stick...no spear( he was still really sleepy). Nico made his way over to the man and looked him in the eye, Nico still had a sore spot for humans, but he tried to be kind to them when he could, like Nahbi for example. " Nice to meet you." He saiid politely but with a bit of an edge in his voice. | Name: Nico Hung
Age: 16
Race: Faunus (Lion)
Appearance: !( "enter image title here")
Personality: Nico is a lazy and unenthusiastic man who spends much of his time asleep, and no one appears to try and stop him from doing so. Despite being a skilled Huntsman, he is not eager to work, allowing others to do it for him when possible. He is not particularly interested in whatever is going on around him, though he is observant and capable analyst. Unlike other Hunters he is not inherently violent or overly arrogant. Despite all this, he has a strong, deep routed sense of duty.
Weapon: Ragnorok
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(It is a lot larger than what is portrayed in the picture)
A large Bat'leth the has two barrels at the 2 far ends of the weapon. On the handle, there are 2 triggers, the one on the right side fires the bottom right gun, and vise versa.
Semblance: Nico has the ability to manipulate Kentic energy of a moving object. On a small scale, Nico can simply slow an attack down or push it of mark by a little, but on large scale, he can force an objects Kentic energy into potential, and cause it to explode.
Color: Grey
Backstory: Nico was born, adopted and raised in the great lands of Mistral. Ever since Nico was a child, he always avoided a relationship with his parents, choosing to stay in his room that to talk with them due to the fact that he was bullied at school by humans, and his parents were humans. He assumed that all of them were the same. This way of thinking did not get him far in life, he was always picking fights with humans, and always losing, by the time the fight started, he was already uninterested in what was happening. By the time Nico was 13, his parents traveled to the ruins of the old city, and never came back. Apparently, the group was attacked by Ursa, and we're not able to hold them back. This triggered and other fire of hatred in his heart, the hatred for the Grimm. Although his relationship with his adoptive parents may have been nonexistent, they still choose to adopt him, and the Grimm took them away. By age 15 Nico was sent to Signal, and forged weapon Ragnorok there. As time went on, Nico gradually began to change his opinion about humans, and began to be friend them. After about 2 years, Nico applied for Beacon, and was chosen to enroll in the school. |
6,890 | 191 | 29 | 1,395 | 460 | Cyrul looked up at the sky in contemplation at Nero's words, though the sight was soon interrupted by the high ceiling of the main hall and he looked back down, managing to get a spot towards the front. He seemed to be in silent consideration for awhile before finally deciding it was probably best to just change the subject outright, but just as he opened his mouth, Professor Ozpin, standing in front of a microphone on the stage, cleared his throat and the room went silent for his official welcoming speech.
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Ozpin looked over the crowd of children that had gathered, the new students of his academy, as they slowly quieted down. His piercing eyes were hidden by spectacles, which he adjusted before finally speaking up. "You are all here because you are warriors. Perhaps even great ones. You have the potential to be the greatest defenders of the kingdoms the world has ever seen, but all I see when I look at you is wasted energy. You will learn here, not just from your teachers, but also your teammates and even yourselves, but ultimately only you can decide whether you will succeed on the path to greatness, or fail along the way. Have a good evening." His entire speech was monotone, barely changing his voice throughout before the almost sarcastic "good evening". After he turned to leave, the beautiful Glynda Goodwitch stepped up to the microphone and began her speech, which was more of a first days explanation. "I recommend you take the rest of your day to make new friends and get acquainted with the school. Make sure to put your belongings in one of the lockers in the locker rooms, and finally gather here to sleep for the night. Tomorrow your training starts in earnest." | - Name: Cyrul Vance
- Age: 17
- Race: Human
- Appearance: !( "enter image title here")
- Personality: Cyrul is outgoing and somewhat boisterous, to the point that he sometimes can be annoying. He does his best in classes but his best tends not to be just barely good enough. His outwards personality is in part because of this, as he tries to counter what he deems his own lack of intelligence with an extroverted personality.
- Weapon: Cyrul is equipped with the Cheshire Grievance, a transforming weapon. It has three modes.
Active, Melee Mode: In its melee mode, Cheshire Grievance is made up of two large machete like blades facing inwards like a pair of scissors, with the last half of the backside of the blade being edged and serrated as well. They attach to a pair of mechanical arms connected to a large, two handed hilt approximately half the length of the blades. (Blade length: 4’6”. Handle length: 2’8”. Total length with arms fully extended forward: 8’)
Active, Ranged Mode: In ranged mode, one of the blades pulls back along the hilt, the back of it being a grip, including a trigger. The top blade aligns with the hilt, extending the barrel and allowing it to function as a light machine gun. Lastly, the hilt flips up into a sort of carrying handle.
Stored Mode: In stored mode both blades pull back against the hilt, latching into a slots (built around the main handholds and leaving enough space for it to be grabbed) while the far half of both blades retracts inside the closer half, leaving it approximately the size of a mid-size shield which can be attached to a clamp worn on Cyrul’s back.
- Semblance: Damage reversal, which when activated will rapidly drain Cyrul’s aura, making it dangerous to use too much in a short period, but while active, any attack taken by Cyrul will instead hit the enemy, manifesting as an equal amount of force striking the same point as struck on Cyrul.
- Backstory: Cyrul grew up loving adventure, even as a young child he would always venture too far from his house, and would be the first to try new things. So when he was old enough to attend Signal academy it wasn’t even a question for him if he was going to try and become a Huntsman. Now he’s finally reached Beacon, the last obstacle between him and his chosen career. |
6,891 | 191 | 30 | 1,417 | 1,336 | Lost in thought Zee didn't notice the young lady approach until she was upon him. Giving her the once over, he noted several things about her including her style, choice of weapon, as well as the over sized hair clip resembling a butterfly. Most of all he noted her greeting, which said a lot about her character. Instead of greeting him properly, she decided to go with a more eccentric approach, drawing out her hello and mimicking his stance. Her playful nature was apparent, but he knew that even playful things could be scary when they had to be, after all, this was a school of combat.
Returning his gaze to the stage he stood quiet for a few seconds. "Nooooootthing muuuuuuch," he replied, with a smirk. Moments latter another followed, a Faunus from the look of it. Out in the wild that made no difference, he thought everyone was equal so long as they pulled their weight. But two years in the city showed him that not all people thought that way. It didn't change him. It was harder to read the boy than it was the girl. His tone struck sour but the look in his eyes wasn't all that serious, distant even. "Well met," he greeted the Faunus. As he attempted to strike up a conversation the room fell silent as Ozpin took the mic, and Goodwitch soon after.
"Quite the speech. Must have forgot his index cards in his office. Or he doesn't like us. What do you think?" | - **Name:** Timothy Raminov
- **Age:** 17
- **Race:** Human
- **Appearance:** Tim has spiky, unkept brown hair which covers his left eye. He wears square rimmed glasses that don’t really do anything for his vision. He usually sports a brown coat with an eye motif on the back of it, as well as black jeans and sabatons. Has a white world peace shirt. His right eye colour is brown, but his left eyeball is black and has a gold iris. That’s why he hides it.
- **Personality:** Tim is an awkward and introverted and likes to keep his distance from people. In battle and tense situations, however, he tends to favour speed and efficiency. His awkwardness disappears and is seemingly replaced with skill. Tim is very analytical but he’s more of a follower than a leader.
- **Weapon:** Tim’s weapon of choice is a massive great sword left behind by his older brother who was once a great huntsman, which he calls Carnage. Quite the contrary weapon to the seemingly meek Timothy. Turns into a light machine gun. When unneeded, Tim keeps the belt in an ammo box, but if he's prepared for battle, he wraps it around his right sleeve and it acts as a makeshift chain.
- **Semblance:** Tim dubs his semblance the Soul Burn on account of the fact that it burns through his aura, but he mostly just calls it his power. When activated, his left eye seems to glow and his capabilities are greatly increased. The most apparent effect is the heightened regeneration capabilities which heal most wounds quickly. It also provides a boost to reflexes, speed and strength. The downside of Soul Burn is that the stronger the effects, the faster he drains his aura. He can also use it to have heightened perceptive powers (so he can see better) and reflexes, and he can also add cool effects like seeing all the living things and night vision. One thing to note is the fact that when Soul Burn is active, Tim can only use as much power as necessary. Another thing to note is that Soul Burn has the ability to regenerate severed limbs and damaged or partially destroyed internal organs, but this usually takes a lot of time and puts Tim in a coma-like state until fully healed. This can take anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks. That said, destroyed organs cannot be replaced, only damaged organs can be regenerated. The last thing to note is that using Soul Burn causes a certain degree of pain to Tim and makes him more aggressive and snappy.
- **Backstory:** Tim was the second son of a family of successful hunters. Even though he was thin and weak, he had a good relationship with his older sister who was the best hunter of the family who believed in Tim’s potential. The family’s skill brought jealousy from those around them and their enemies conspired against them. One day, the enemies of Tim’s family trapped and killed the all of his family (including his older sister) and were about to kill Tim when a pack of Ursa ambushed and slaughtered everyone in the village. Tim became gravely wounded but his power activated to save him. Picking up Carnage, Tim went on an ursa hunting rampage destroying the pack of Ursa and then fell unconscious. When Tim came to, he was the only one left aive in a field of blood, carnage at his side. He was sent off to live with his distant aunty and uncle in another country and Tim works to be a hunter so that he can do his dead sister proud and be a good huntsman.
No pictures, though. If you have any that seem appropriate, please suggest them to me. |
6,892 | 191 | 31 | 373 | 2,294 | Nahbi listened to the headmaster's speech, captivated just like the rest of her classmates.
_Maybe staying at the back wasn't the best idea…_ she thought to herself as she went on tiptoe, trying to get a look at the great Ozpin. Nahbi, a wasteful person by nature, was unperturbed by the man's curt words. She practically bounced with excitement though, when Glynda Goodwitch took the stage. When the introductions were done and instructions doled out, she heard the student next to her say something.
"Nah," she said with a smirk back. "Old fuddy's just pissed because he knows he's past his prime. Can't keep up with the whippersnappers anymore." With that she pushed off the wall and turned to face him. Crossing her arms, she said, "Nahbi," as an introduction, and "Nico," with a head motion towards the faunus behind her. She looked around to see other students making their way out of the hall, either towards the lockers or to explore the school.
"Guess we should claim a locker before all the good ones are taken up." | Name - Nahbi Cho
Age - 17
Race - Human
Appearance -
Personality - Nahbi can almost always be seen sporting a wicked grin, and is very easily entertained. She's not always the easiest to get along with, what with her obnoxious amount of energy and sarcastic remarks, but if she decides she likes you enough, you can be sure she'll stick with you through thick and thin – not that others often decide they like her. She enjoys messing with people, and is often too obtuse to read the situation and know when enough is enough. Nahbi's juvenile, falling easily into pettiness, but this also contributes to her child-like nature. She's a bit too naive for a world overrun by Grimm, and doesn't always seem to understand consequences or risks. Despite coming across as tactless and insensitive, she's actually very trusting.
Weapon - Scatter and Flare
Nahbi uses dual blades combined with her aura, which are incapable of changing form. For melee battles, Nahbi wields them in tandem, using fast, spinning movements. She uses them as conductors for her aura for ranged attacks: when slashed, Scatter shoots out razor sharp arcs of aura, to either cut or blow enemies away, and Flare creates a line of spikes made from her aura when stabbed into the ground. Overall, her fighting style is hit first, hit hard, and do it with style.
Semblance - Vertical Teleportation
Nahbi can teleport either straight up or straight down. She typically uses this for evasion, getting some altitude on an attack, or dropping down heights that would be too dangerous to fall.
History - Nahbi chose to become a huntress because it sounds badass, plain and simple. Nahbi grew up watching the heroic deeds of hunters and huntresses on the news, and even took to playing "hunters and Grimm" with her two older brothers – though of course, the news reporters never covered the gruesome aftermath of battles they showed, or what happened when a huntress wasn't quite fast or strong enough to defeat her opponent. When Nahbi decided she wanted to be a huntress, her parents understandably shot the idea down. Her mom and dad were both very loving, if overprotective, and refused to even entertain the thought of their little girl fighting the monsters that haunted their dreams. Pouting and frustrated, Nahbi refused to let the issue drop, constantly bringing it up and even talking to her brothers about what sort of huntress she would be. Nahbi would run into the forest nearby in secret to practice, and actually got… pretty darn good. When her parents discovered dual blades hidden under her bed, along with books explaining how to utilize aura, it was the last straw. The fight was grand and gruesome enough to rival those that Nahbi always saw on the news, and when it ended with her parents confiscating her swords, Nahbi knew what she would do. That night she packed her things, stole back her swords, and ran away to Beacon, to officially start her training as a huntress and achieve her dream.
Other - Nahbi likes butterflies. That's her thing. The windowsill in her room is lined with various butterfly figurines she's collected over the years, made of glass, metal, gemstones, wood, tissue paper… whatever she's managed to find, really. She likes figuring out new ways to fold paper into butterfly shapes when she's bored, and the meticulous nature in which she does so would surprise those who know her. |
6,893 | 191 | 32 | 1,395 | 460 | Cyrul was a little taken aback by the speech, but he knew Ozpin was right. He'd have to be a lot more dedicated to this path even than he had been before if he wanted to succeed. It looked like his new acquaintance had ditched him for the cute fox faunus girl he'd noticed earlier, not that he could really blame Nero for doing so. Either way he ended up walking to the locker room, walking down the halls and counting how many lockers he passed before finding a free one and claiming one after it, putting one free locker on either side of him. It took him a few minutes to put all his stuff away, and he was a bit loathe to relinquish his Cheshire Grievance, but ultimately he packed everything up neatly, knowing most of his remaining stuff would be arriving the next day when they actually got dorms. Closing his locker he stepped back, looking around to see if anyone had claimed one of the lockers next to his while he was lost in thought. | - Name: Cyrul Vance
- Age: 17
- Race: Human
- Appearance: !( "enter image title here")
- Personality: Cyrul is outgoing and somewhat boisterous, to the point that he sometimes can be annoying. He does his best in classes but his best tends not to be just barely good enough. His outwards personality is in part because of this, as he tries to counter what he deems his own lack of intelligence with an extroverted personality.
- Weapon: Cyrul is equipped with the Cheshire Grievance, a transforming weapon. It has three modes.
Active, Melee Mode: In its melee mode, Cheshire Grievance is made up of two large machete like blades facing inwards like a pair of scissors, with the last half of the backside of the blade being edged and serrated as well. They attach to a pair of mechanical arms connected to a large, two handed hilt approximately half the length of the blades. (Blade length: 4’6”. Handle length: 2’8”. Total length with arms fully extended forward: 8’)
Active, Ranged Mode: In ranged mode, one of the blades pulls back along the hilt, the back of it being a grip, including a trigger. The top blade aligns with the hilt, extending the barrel and allowing it to function as a light machine gun. Lastly, the hilt flips up into a sort of carrying handle.
Stored Mode: In stored mode both blades pull back against the hilt, latching into a slots (built around the main handholds and leaving enough space for it to be grabbed) while the far half of both blades retracts inside the closer half, leaving it approximately the size of a mid-size shield which can be attached to a clamp worn on Cyrul’s back.
- Semblance: Damage reversal, which when activated will rapidly drain Cyrul’s aura, making it dangerous to use too much in a short period, but while active, any attack taken by Cyrul will instead hit the enemy, manifesting as an equal amount of force striking the same point as struck on Cyrul.
- Backstory: Cyrul grew up loving adventure, even as a young child he would always venture too far from his house, and would be the first to try new things. So when he was old enough to attend Signal academy it wasn’t even a question for him if he was going to try and become a Huntsman. Now he’s finally reached Beacon, the last obstacle between him and his chosen career. |
6,894 | 191 | 33 | 2,188 | 1,106 | Her answer left something to be desired. It was true that Ozpin was retired, and Zee didn't know anything about his career. But there is something of a saying, there are a lot of hunters, there are a lot of old people, but there are not a lot of old hunters. Just like death is proof of conviction or weakness, life is either proof of dedication or cowardice. Getting old has its downfalls, but none could doubt his wisdom, Zedong would keep his words close. The only verbal reply he gave on the matter was a grunt.
"Zedong Swarna," he returned the courtesy, "Aspiring Huntsman and professional hunter. Let’s just say that normal game doesn't give me any fulfillment anymore." Grabbing his spear he watched as the others made their way to the locker room, he followed as a formality. "Not sure I need a locker, I don't keep much with me." | **Name:** Asa Karmozijn
**Age:** 16
**Race:** Wolf Faunus
**Appearance:** His silver-white hair flows down to his shoulders. His left ear is also pierced multiple times with small rings. His eyes are deep obsidian purple; the sort of colour the sky goes round about midnight. Asa has small fangs barely seeable when he closes his mouth. A thin strip of soft leather round his neck, off which hangs a three inch long black fang.
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Personality:** Reckless. Adventurous. Loves to fight. Quite violent, and has a temper like a volcano, it simmers quietly until something pushes him past the edge and he just blows his top. He’s also kind, hates bullies. Little lazy when it comes to study. Partly nocturnal. Gets along fine with most people, but simply can’t stand others. Stays to himself mostly.
**Weapon:** Tears of Blood, a pair of three, foot long claws, worn on the hands, that can down scale into spiked knuckledusters, or a sort of double knife. Also shrinks to a fingerless glove in its dormant form.
**Semblance: **
**Backstory: **Asa was razed in a traveling caravan as a guard dog. Literally. He was treated like a wild animal, and so he became one. Living in a cage for part of the time and chained to it for the rest, the only time he was freed was to fight off Grimm. For him to survive was to fight. He became strong fast, he had to, it was kill, or be killed. He got his hands on a pair of knives at one point and created his own fighting style, quick and dirty, violent, close quarters, so that by the time he was finished he was drenched in Grimm blood, until, like the rest of the Grimm, it simply dissolved into a swirling cloud of dust. It was from that that he received his name, Karmozijn, meaning crimson. One time when they were heading to Vale they picked up a stranger also traveling there. This stranger was an ex-hunter, not that Asa knew that. Part way along their journey, Grimm attacked. Asa was let off his chain like usual and he fought with the Grimm, watched ever so intently by Oir the ex-hunter. When they reached Vale, Oir offered to buy Asa from the caravan, and with the amount of money he offered, there was no way the leader of the caravan could refuse. So Asa changed hands, and while he was no longer kept in a literal cage, he was confined to the house, and might as well have been in one. The collar, and chain however didn’t seem to change. Oir taught Asa more fighting, some etiquette, table manners, talking real words and understanding them. Basically Oir taught Asa to live in the human world. When Asa was sixteen, Oir, who had friends in high places, managed to secure Asa a spot at Beacon a year early, in the hope that Asa would be able to fight, and also, hopefully learn something.
(Needs a Sembalance, Could it be possible he doesn't know his Sembalance?)
(Oir=gold) |
6,895 | 191 | 34 | 1,404 | 5,009 | Nico watched the spearman for a few more seconds before looking up at the stage for speech. Although it was not what he had expected, at leafs the made an effort to listen or even stay awake for half of time. After the speech they were told to make there way to the lockers and put there stuff away, they would have a big day tomorrow. Nico groaned inwardly, that just sounded like an invitation to work, and he was not really interned in it at all, but his was for his parents, and he would have to work if he wanted to stop something from happening like that again. Nico looked back at Nahbi once he heard his name mentioned. He decided it was best to Nahbi do all the talking at the moment, he was not comfortable talking with most humans, yet. After Nahbi suggested that they walk get there lockers, Nico agreed with her but did not show it, he had not said a word in a while. He walked into the locker room and quickly found one near the left wall. He opened the lock and took Ragnorok, the weapon was about 4 feet tall, but it fit the locker just fine. Nico stretched and yawned in front of his open locker, and casually looking around at the rest of the students inside. | Name: Nico Hung
Age: 16
Race: Faunus (Lion)
Appearance: !( "enter image title here")
Personality: Nico is a lazy and unenthusiastic man who spends much of his time asleep, and no one appears to try and stop him from doing so. Despite being a skilled Huntsman, he is not eager to work, allowing others to do it for him when possible. He is not particularly interested in whatever is going on around him, though he is observant and capable analyst. Unlike other Hunters he is not inherently violent or overly arrogant. Despite all this, he has a strong, deep routed sense of duty.
Weapon: Ragnorok
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(It is a lot larger than what is portrayed in the picture)
A large Bat'leth the has two barrels at the 2 far ends of the weapon. On the handle, there are 2 triggers, the one on the right side fires the bottom right gun, and vise versa.
Semblance: Nico has the ability to manipulate Kentic energy of a moving object. On a small scale, Nico can simply slow an attack down or push it of mark by a little, but on large scale, he can force an objects Kentic energy into potential, and cause it to explode.
Color: Grey
Backstory: Nico was born, adopted and raised in the great lands of Mistral. Ever since Nico was a child, he always avoided a relationship with his parents, choosing to stay in his room that to talk with them due to the fact that he was bullied at school by humans, and his parents were humans. He assumed that all of them were the same. This way of thinking did not get him far in life, he was always picking fights with humans, and always losing, by the time the fight started, he was already uninterested in what was happening. By the time Nico was 13, his parents traveled to the ruins of the old city, and never came back. Apparently, the group was attacked by Ursa, and we're not able to hold them back. This triggered and other fire of hatred in his heart, the hatred for the Grimm. Although his relationship with his adoptive parents may have been nonexistent, they still choose to adopt him, and the Grimm took them away. By age 15 Nico was sent to Signal, and forged weapon Ragnorok there. As time went on, Nico gradually began to change his opinion about humans, and began to be friend them. After about 2 years, Nico applied for Beacon, and was chosen to enroll in the school. |
6,896 | 191 | 35 | 732 | 8,849 | Yasuri pondered the speech briefly. He liked it, short and consice yet still got the message across. He watched as the students flooded out across the school most of them exploring some of them going to the lockers. Well Yasuri has no intention of using a locker as any thing he wanted to store he could put in his dorm, which apparently were going to be assigned tomorrow.
What else had Glynda said? Get acquainted with the school and make new friends, well making friends seemed a waste of time and he already had a good idea of the general layout of the school so... He quickly set down his pad and a blanket barely long enough to cover him next to one of the windows in the room and took out Quicksilver and started practicing his forms ignoring the few people left filing out of the room. No point in wasting good training time. | **Name**: Zedong "Zee" Swarna
**Age**: 18
**Race**: Human
**Appearance**:
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**Personality**:
An open minded and outspoken individual, he tries to help in anyway he can. Whenever he runs into a situation that he can’t manage by himself, he conciders it a point of pride to get it done by himself, and as such he rarely asks for help, and never accepts it when it’s offered. He lives his life in waves, with varrying periods of long rests and intensive activities, so he is rather hard to predict. Of everything he does in life he conciders himself an exelent combatant, an amazing cook, and a great dancer, believeing these are the skills all men should master.
**Weapon**:
(
A ten foot long spear that can fold back and be used as a long bow. The long bow uses dust infused arrows that explode on contact.
**Semblance**:
Cognition
*Passive*: When his semblance is first activated it starts to slowly drain aura, but drains more for each target he is analyzing. With this Zedong is compiling a large amount of data, from things as simple as mannerisms and attire, to as complicated as state of health and combat strategy. The longer he stays in this mode the more data he acquires. During this state his eyes are tinted violet.
*Active*: Once he feels he has enough information to get the job done he can fully activates his semblance, which causes him to quickly loose aura. With this he can predict his targets movements accurately for as long as he keeps his eyes open. Due to how much aura this drains he can only keep his eyes open for a short amount of time, and as such using it against multiple targets is dangerous. While active his eyes shine a bright violet.
**Backstory**:
Not being born in a city, Zedong only knew the wild side of Vytal until a much later age. He never complained about living with a traveling band of nomads, always eager to help and even more eager to play he was popular among his fellow travelers. His father was a hunter, the kind that gathers food, and would take Zedong on trips to teach him all he needed to know about surviving outside the walls of civilization. To him this was a good life, honest and free, full of gain and loss, his life was what he believed to be truly living.
During one night, when the guard was exchanging shifts, a herd of Grimm attacked. This was nothing new, since the wilds were full of them, and each time there were casualties, but none hit closer to home than this night. While he ran to the north of the camp to help fight them off. Some Grimm fought their way through the south of the camp, and when the dust settled and the day was won, his younger sister was nowhere to be seen. For five days he searched, but he had to come to terms that she was too young to survive on her own, and he grieved for five more days.
It was not easy for him to forgive himself, and most would say he still has to do so. His life had changed, and he changed with it. He would become a Hunter and uphold the peace, for he now knew that with the ever growing presence of the Grimm, his people would never know true freedom. He left his home and his family, applied and was accepted into Beacon Academy. |
6,897 | 191 | 36 | 2,379 | 812 | > Silus modified his usual posture, taking a more open stance to show less aggression. He smiled at her appearance, the cocked head and ears eliciting a response in the back of his mind. He listened and watched as her own posture changed. She seemed more and more scared of him, her profile shrinking and the want to see everyone before they see her. The posture change was subtle, her body reacting like cornered prey. Sikus sighed, knowing this to be either an effect of his appearance or his family. He honestly didn't know which one annoyed him more. Silus once again let a smile crawl across his lips and offered a hand to her "just watching for fellow Faunus. ..and you seemed the most interesting" he grinned a slightly lopsided grin and continued "nevertheless, A pleasure to meet you...my name is Silus" he said gently "we should head in to the hall" his head gestured to the large building "would you feel more at ease with a person you know or by yourself...miss..." he waited for her to finish his question.
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> Yasuri blinked.. and then blinked again severely thrown of kilter by the lizard's strange comment. He shook his head and looked around and saw the lizard now talking to a fox fanus. The fox seemed to be intimidated by the lizard but the lizard seemed to have no ill intetion and assumed a harmless stance. A strange interaction he thought most Faunus liked each other for some reason. Regardless if he sat around here like an idiot for much longer he would no doubt be late so he hurriedly began walking past the pair into the hall.
"Seilber, or you can call me Silver if it's easier," she said. Seilber's voice was silky smooth, a pleasant ring to it. There was no fear in her tone, nor in her stance, just caution. In her mind it was well warranted, but most wouldn't know that. "Pleasure to meet you, Silus. I really do think we should head in though. I wouldn't mind an escort," she hedged, flicking one ear lightly and swishing her tail a little. Silas seemed nice enough, and while the crowd around was putting her on edge some, as well as...other things, at least one friendly face, even if a new one, was welcome. Maybe he could be an asset she could use.
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The speech didn't take long. She had to peer between heads, taking a little too long to get into the room, slowed by Silus. She didn't mind. It gave her time to observe, put her close to the exits. Studying the building and the people gathered, she filed as much of it as she could for future reference. At Glenda Goodwitch's instructions, she stuck close to Silas for a few moments.
> Blatantly not caring about the speech, Nero looked to see the reactions of his peers. He put his mask around his back and peered at people. The family was strong, and these children were nothing. Even if he was younger then all of them, not that the schools knew, he could really do a number on most. Really he couldn't wait for the test, which he had gotten a bit of a peek at from the family's connections. They had said that the test would be on of strength and wits, involving room raiding and battle. He was sure he could handle it.
> When Ospin had talked about failure being in thair hands he smiled. He couldn't fail, not if the family had anything to say on it. He really didn't have any positions beyond his clothes and weapons, and of course his mask. In the back he saw another Fox faunus, cute. She was a SILVER fox, more common then his black bit still nice to see. Leaveing his 'friend' he decided to go and talk to the girl, she might be interesting. Once the crowd thinned a bit, following Goodwitch's speach, he walked over to her.
>
> "**Hello,**" he said to the girl once he was within speaking distance. "**I'm Vincent Nero, but you can call me Nero. Your a Fox faunus like me, that's not to common. And it's fairly rare to see so many Faunus traits, like our shared ears and tails. Do you mind if I cut in and speak with you?**" He asked, bowing slightly. "**I'd like to meet more of our kind, I'm not friends with many of the Faunuses I HAVE met.**"
Turning toward Vincent she tilted her head a little, a quizzical look. "I saw you earlier, but didn't get a chance to say hello. I'm Seilber, or Silver if it's easier for you." She shrugged. "I'm kind of without much in the way of people here. I just met Silas before the speech." With her words she gestured toward the reptile-based Faunus next to her. She spotted the Grim style mask that also somewhat resembled the White Fang. Part of her was glad she didn't bring one with her. Pretty much she had the clothes on her back and her weapons, her S.C.R.O.L.L. and that was about it. It was a side effect of having little to nothing in her life, as well as always having to travel very light.
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Salvia paid attention during the speech, stuck in the middle of the crowd. In a way she identified with what Ospin had to say. A lot of the young people around here were wasting their energies, didn't have enough focus or dedication... yet. She hoped she'd learn a lot here. Maybe during this time she'd find a real direction for herself, but for now, there were the immediate tasks at hand. Tomorrow would be a trial by fire, one of many. The next four years were going to be a crucible, a forging of young minds and bodies into weapons for the people.
Extracting herself, she dropped off a backpack and a case that she'd brought with her in a rocket locker. Synching it's code to her SCROLL, she kept Godspear on her, and made off to one corner, spotting another person practicing. Silently she nodded in approval, somebody else had their priorities on straight. Triggering the spear it snapped into it's full length form. With a faint huff, she thumped the pointed butt end against the floor, then began spinning, arcing, and thrusting the weapon through her opening forms with liquid grace and lightning speed, cutting the air with each stroke. | - **Name**: Vincent Nero
- **Age**: 16 (his papers say 17)
- **Race**: Fox Faunus
- **Appearance**: !( "enter image title here") Vince has the ears and tail of a black fox, matching his pitch black hair. These are silky, and much softer then human hair, although its also more thick. He often carries his mask at his hip or around his back. He has silver rings in on of his ears, a sign of devotion to the family.
- **Personality**: Vincent is introverted and feels entirely uncomfortable in most situations. He shows signs of autism, and has been diagnosed with aspergers. He's really smart, and he always gets at least a B, but its never good enough.
- **Weapon**: Midnight Chaos - A pair of ( that turn into a pair of (
- **Semblance**: Vincent can control the laws of probability, and thus luck. He can, for instance, make himself always win at cards or slots. Or he could make something fantastical happen, though the less likely it is the harder it is. In battle this can mean a small freak accident that trips up his opponent and gets him on top.
- **Backstory**: Son of a deadbeat single father with a gambling addiction, Vincent got sold to an organised crime syndicate to pay of debts. But his old man kept on going, and the mafia decided the deadbeat was a liability. In the end it was Vincent that filled his father full of holes. The family required protection from him, and used his abilities in all manner of scams. In the end he was allowed, after he paid his father's debt tenfold back to the family, to attend Signal academy and become a hunter... Under the understanding that he would always be in their pocket. But before this he was required to do one final scam, he had to infiltrate the white fang. The family was relay one of the most progressive places for a faunus to work, they didn't care as long as you pledged yourself to them, but as a mainly human organisation they did at times feel threatened by the white fang. So he infiltrated the white fang and fed information to the family, which they used to make deals with the feds. In the end he was forced to leave the white fang, he couldn't agree with their radical views. When he got into the school, he made a mask of his own design to represent himself.
- **Colour**: Vantablack |
6,898 | 191 | 37 | 2,253 | 662 | Parsey felt so. . . Out of place. Her long dress brushed the floor as she walked, and she was the only one covering so much skin. It had been 5 years since she had made the promise, and now she only saw the tattoos when she got dressed in the morning. She had been worrying for a while that she might have a roommate, and they might see the tattoos. _This entire school is just one big ball of stress!_ she thought to herself as she nervously played with the cuffs of her dress. She had the slight childish urge to bite her right cuff, but she resisted the habit. As if it wasn't bad enough that no one was covering as much skin as she was with her dress, it also made her feel like a child. As she looked around, she noticed the blue sky darkening in the fading evening light. The sun's rays pierced the clouds that could be seen through a window above her locker, and she smiled slightly at its beauty.
She finished putting her belongings in her locker, and sighed heavily; She started wandering, looking around nervously for the room where Ozpin's speech had been given, and where they had been told to sleep. Unfortunately all she found was two people brandishing weapons in intimidating stances. Parsey giggled as she studied them, one a man with a katana, one a woman with a spear. | Character sheet:
*(All pictures were taken from posted online pictures that can be found under RWBY oc and weapon searches)*
•Name: **Annie Reese.**
•Age: **18.**
•Race: **Human Female.**
•Appearance: Annie is has longer Blue Hair, is about 5 foot 8 tall, and has a slightly bony but lean muscle build with (bony) broad shoulders. She usually takes to wearing blue, indigo, or black colors usually, and prefers her longer trench-coat style jacket with a plain black T-shirt and black or navy blue jeans. She also has cold blue eyes and a scowl or impassive look on her face.
!( "Annie's Trench Coat")
!( "Annie Reese")
!( "Blue or Indigo")
•Personality: (This is the current standpoint on Annie, this report **is** subject to change or differences over time and experience).
Annie thus far has shown to have a major lacking in confidense, the only source of the opposite of this is while she is fighting- in which case, she seems to be uncaring at the level she or others might think herself at, and only concentrates on the fight itself. Annie has shown signs of possibly being Psychopathic, and overall *has* shown to be relatively cold-hearted and indifferent to the pleas and struggles of others. While she does have a "Code of Honor" of her own, she doesn't seem willing to share it, or her ideals with anyone outside of combat, in which case, many dismiss them, thinking she's merely caught up in the moment and only saying her cold-hearted, cynical, and ruthless points-of-view. When given a job or task, she will complete it, with no exception. The only times this is found to be not true, is when she does not accept the task or job and instead chooses to pass it along, being lazy whenever possible outside of fighting, strategy, and her allies. Annie seems to be more of a thinker than anything else, seemingly unable to always quickly come to the solution that will solve a problem, however when she does, it always seems to be the most efficient, and/or laziest, easiest way possible. She takes her studies with a moderation of seriousness and lack of importance, focusing on trying to expand her abilities overall more than her already existant testable know-how. Annie has overall seemed to be a selfish person, and while this wouldn't usually be a good trait for a Huntress, she does still abide by rules and regulations of her own that she will follow to her upmost, and usually keep innocents and unfortunates from further harm and danger. She has stated herself that she is a more 'evil' individual than most others seeking to become Hunters and Huntresses for real. This can be as much as a benifit, as it is a liability.
•Weapon: **Indigo Stormcrest**: Dual wielded Longsword-Pistols. Names aren't my thing anyways. Annie built his weapon of choice to be a Longsword and pistol hybrid, seeking some range to go with her prefered type of sword: the (semi)oridinary longsword. She personally helped craft and design her weapons of choice, however as she is, nor was, a blacksmith of any kind, she saught help in her weapons construction, so as to not make flawed blades or insult the greatness she knew her weapons would become. She named them after her favorite, and most commonly used color: Indigo(Or really Blue, but she thought that didn't sound "cool enough") Stormcrest.
!( "Indigo Stormcrest")
•Semblance:
**Semblance of Velocity** (Or another name for it: *Velocity Manipulation*). Annie's semblance allows her to increase or decrease the Velocity of anything within a 5 foot radius of herself. She can manipulate her own velocity and that of her weapons, and anyone who remains within 5 feet of her. "Velocity is the rate at which an object covers some distance, in a particular direction. Or in other words, it's the 'speed' at which an object travels along with the direction it's traveling." (Best explaination for velocity that I could find, that didn't make my brain hurt). Annie's semblance is on the heavier side of Aura usuage, but it is also not as bad as most aura-heavy semblances, allowing her plenty of use before tiring herself out, but still more Aura-consumtious than most semblances might be. She has some tricks she can do with her weapons that help with her style while using her semblance.
•Backstory: Annie Reese is a simple, book smarts, and tomboyish kind of girl. She's completely normal up till he joined Signal Academy. She didn't even have any experience with an actual fight before, as she had grown up on the outskirts of Valor. Having only the life skills of a bookworm, when she decided to apply to Signal, she had to undergo a major lifestyle change. Mainly: Doing Work for once. Laziness was something that had constantly kept Annie unbusy, usually only reading or writting and pondering about the world she lived in and the rules that governed it. However, she had to start becoming something if she ever wanted to survive the Academy, let alone the Grimm. So, she made a decision- She'd start working out. She'd start practicing, asking for tips, finding allies who could help her. It took her a very (VERY) long year before she thought she was ready to apply to Signal. She had taken a year off of when she could change from a normal school to Signal, and as such, was a year older than most of those who had started attending Signal. She managed to breeze her way through the classes, like usual, and even found herself capable of keeping up with some of the more experienced and praiseworthy students in her year. She managed to help forge her weapons of choice, the pair of them- Indigo Stormcrest during her time at Signal, and when it came time to graduate, she decided that the life of a Huntress would be just fine with her....at least for a while, and as such applied for Beacon as well. She's pretty sure she that if she did make it in, she did so barely. She seems to continue to Hope that she will find what will make being a Huntress even more fun than just the fighting if/while she attends Beacon.
(Note: Annie is capable of being both a Beacon student or a villain depending on which is preferred.) |
6,899 | 191 | 38 | 2,379 | 812 | Salvia was aware of the eyes on her. Finishing a flurry of circular cuts with the end of the spear, the teenager swept the weapon behind her back, tucking it in between her elbow and ribs, the razor sharp tip down toward the ground. Inclining her chin some, she smiled. "What's up?" | - **Name**: Vincent Nero
- **Age**: 16 (his papers say 17)
- **Race**: Fox Faunus
- **Appearance**: !( "enter image title here") Vince has the ears and tail of a black fox, matching his pitch black hair. These are silky, and much softer then human hair, although its also more thick. He often carries his mask at his hip or around his back. He has silver rings in on of his ears, a sign of devotion to the family.
- **Personality**: Vincent is introverted and feels entirely uncomfortable in most situations. He shows signs of autism, and has been diagnosed with aspergers. He's really smart, and he always gets at least a B, but its never good enough.
- **Weapon**: Midnight Chaos - A pair of ( that turn into a pair of (
- **Semblance**: Vincent can control the laws of probability, and thus luck. He can, for instance, make himself always win at cards or slots. Or he could make something fantastical happen, though the less likely it is the harder it is. In battle this can mean a small freak accident that trips up his opponent and gets him on top.
- **Backstory**: Son of a deadbeat single father with a gambling addiction, Vincent got sold to an organised crime syndicate to pay of debts. But his old man kept on going, and the mafia decided the deadbeat was a liability. In the end it was Vincent that filled his father full of holes. The family required protection from him, and used his abilities in all manner of scams. In the end he was allowed, after he paid his father's debt tenfold back to the family, to attend Signal academy and become a hunter... Under the understanding that he would always be in their pocket. But before this he was required to do one final scam, he had to infiltrate the white fang. The family was relay one of the most progressive places for a faunus to work, they didn't care as long as you pledged yourself to them, but as a mainly human organisation they did at times feel threatened by the white fang. So he infiltrated the white fang and fed information to the family, which they used to make deals with the feds. In the end he was forced to leave the white fang, he couldn't agree with their radical views. When he got into the school, he made a mask of his own design to represent himself.
- **Colour**: Vantablack |
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