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7,100 | 199 | 1 | 384 | 68 | Eric brushed his eyes clear as the cryopod released him. He got maybe two steps away from the pod before grabbing the offered bin and throwing up what little was in his stomach. He felt horrible, but he had to remain strong. He was a soldier damn it!
Grabbing his vault outfit and then his rucksack, he knew he had to go see the overseer quickly enough. If nothing else, depending on how the vault was run, May be he could find work as a security guard or something like it. Who knows, maybe some of his buddies survived and if they were ok, he could bring them in the vault too. Soldiers were still needed, and he could see them being pretty useful here.
With pack slung, he headed off if he wasn't stopped,to find the Overseer. | Name: Eric Steele
Age: 22
Gender: M
Personality: Eric was an NCO in the US Army before the bombs fell, and he reflects as much. Stern and disciplined, he works to make himself and others better, but still is able to laugh and relax when needed. He is a go getting kind if person who wants to see his soldiers come home. When the bombs, he entered the vault with noted depression.
PreHolocaust Job: US Army Combat Engineer
History: Eric came for your average normal family, with the males being your usual men in a time like this. He joined the Army at 17, getting parental permission, and joined the Engineers. Uncle Sam watched over him, as he helped to keep the nation safe of the Communistic threat. He was wounded in Alaska, and shipped home to recover. Thanks to Stim Packs and physical therapy, he was good as new in no time... then the bombs dropped...He didn't know what else to do, so he fled with the others to the Vault. He had to help protect the citizens after all, right?
Skills: Demolition expert, rifle and hand gun training, hand to hand combat (knife), electronics operation, basic construction,
Flaws: Depression issues, self sacrificing, stubborn, cold hearted, Takes No Prisoners
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: N99 10mm pistol (loaded), weapon cleaning kit, rucksack, combat uniform, combat knife, flash light, batteries (for flashlight), 2 clips of spare 10mm ammo,
Other:
Picture: (Forth coming) |
7,101 | 199 | 2 | 1,431 | 237 | Elliot vomited into the a bin. 'Only 5 years, Strange.' He thought. 'Dizziness and vomiting are symptoms of much more prolonged hibernation. No, it must just be me and my weak stomach.'
He cleaned himself up and put in his Formal-ware. 'I must speak with the overseer and try to see if I can get a message to my wife. God I hope she is all right. He walked out of the door to his pod room and asked for directions to the Overseers office. | Name: Elliot Falk
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Personality: A very reserved and shy individual, only speaks when he needs to (with a slight stutter). He is intelligent in his trade and is a proficient reader giving him a strong knowledge base.
PreHolocaust Job: A successful career as a family doctor. He has had detailed experience in surgery and pharmaceuticals.
History: Always a bright individual, he successfully applied his mind to Health and helping others. A career surgeon he married and opened a small family practice. He enjoyed is free time reading all sorts of books (both fiction and non fiction) and well as a avid hunter. When he got the letter in the mail his wife was away visiting family. Knowing her parents where wealthy and had there own fallout shelter, she will be safe. She gather some belonging, headed for the vault facing his fate with dignity.
Skills: Advanced medical skills (Surgery, Medicine, First aid, Nutrition, General anatomy and health), Excellent general knowledge on may subjects, Great rifle (civilian) and hunting skills.
Flaws: Shy (possibly social anxiety), has a slight stutter,
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: A bag of cloths (Formal ware, Relaxed ware, Doctors suite, Hunting ware), Family medical kit (general first aid supplies and some general medial tools), Hunting supplies (civilian rifle, 1 box of ammunition), A collection of books (3 classic books).
Other: He believes that after his stay a the vault he will be re-united with his wife. |
7,102 | 199 | 3 | 2,369 | 211 | ok in this post i found out all my lead personnel where killed by Vault-tec and we've been out for two hundred years | Name: Mathias Loyd Stewart
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Personality: a born leader, he is empathetic, caring, kind, rational, unbiased, firm when need be, mature, honest and a decent human being.
PreHolocaust Job: owned his own real estate business and was doing well until the world went to hell in a hand basket.
History: classified
Skills: personnel management, charismatic, very intelligent and reads people well.
Flaws: never likes to assume the worst of people, sometimes gets tied up with his family and forgets his overseer's duties.
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: Vault-Tec supplied 10mm pistol, 3 spare magazines, wedding ring, albem of baby pictures, briefcase of money, recurve bow and quiver of arrows, large bottle of vodka.
Other:has a wife and daughter in the Vault with him.
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7,103 | 199 | 4 | 1,431 | 237 | Elliot walked down the corridors towards the overseers office, thinking what to say. He needed to get that message to his wife, hell even leave the vault and get to her. He reached the administrative section of the vault and was stopped by a young man.
"You cannot go further, we are on lock down until the Overseer has settled things out." The man said.
"I-I-I Understand young man. I am in fact looking for the Ov-O-Overseer to see if I can lend some assistance." Replied Elliot.
The young man looked him over.
"I am a m-m-medical professional, he can u-us-use my skills." Continued Elliot.
The young man sighned and pressed a com-pannel. "Let the Overseer know a..." He looked at Elliot.
"E-El-Elliot F-Falk" Stated Elliot.
"...Elliot Falk would like to lend his medical assistance". The young man finished and waited for a reply. | Name: Elliot Falk
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Personality: A very reserved and shy individual, only speaks when he needs to (with a slight stutter). He is intelligent in his trade and is a proficient reader giving him a strong knowledge base.
PreHolocaust Job: A successful career as a family doctor. He has had detailed experience in surgery and pharmaceuticals.
History: Always a bright individual, he successfully applied his mind to Health and helping others. A career surgeon he married and opened a small family practice. He enjoyed is free time reading all sorts of books (both fiction and non fiction) and well as a avid hunter. When he got the letter in the mail his wife was away visiting family. Knowing her parents where wealthy and had there own fallout shelter, she will be safe. She gather some belonging, headed for the vault facing his fate with dignity.
Skills: Advanced medical skills (Surgery, Medicine, First aid, Nutrition, General anatomy and health), Excellent general knowledge on may subjects, Great rifle (civilian) and hunting skills.
Flaws: Shy (possibly social anxiety), has a slight stutter,
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: A bag of cloths (Formal ware, Relaxed ware, Doctors suite, Hunting ware), Family medical kit (general first aid supplies and some general medial tools), Hunting supplies (civilian rifle, 1 box of ammunition), A collection of books (3 classic books).
Other: He believes that after his stay a the vault he will be re-united with his wife. |
7,104 | 199 | 5 | 2,369 | 211 | Well I fucked that up. | Name: Mathias Loyd Stewart
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Personality: a born leader, he is empathetic, caring, kind, rational, unbiased, firm when need be, mature, honest and a decent human being.
PreHolocaust Job: owned his own real estate business and was doing well until the world went to hell in a hand basket.
History: classified
Skills: personnel management, charismatic, very intelligent and reads people well.
Flaws: never likes to assume the worst of people, sometimes gets tied up with his family and forgets his overseer's duties.
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: Vault-Tec supplied 10mm pistol, 3 spare magazines, wedding ring, albem of baby pictures, briefcase of money, recurve bow and quiver of arrows, large bottle of vodka.
Other:has a wife and daughter in the Vault with him.
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7,105 | 199 | 6 | 384 | 68 | Eric was right behind Eliot and sighed at the man when he was stopped next. He closed his eyes and took a slow breath, trying to calm himself and seek his center. Brushing his hair back, he looked to the man before him.
"Let the Overseer know that Sergeant Eric Steele is here to see him and awaiting placement as per usual Vault rules." | Name: Eric Steele
Age: 22
Gender: M
Personality: Eric was an NCO in the US Army before the bombs fell, and he reflects as much. Stern and disciplined, he works to make himself and others better, but still is able to laugh and relax when needed. He is a go getting kind if person who wants to see his soldiers come home. When the bombs, he entered the vault with noted depression.
PreHolocaust Job: US Army Combat Engineer
History: Eric came for your average normal family, with the males being your usual men in a time like this. He joined the Army at 17, getting parental permission, and joined the Engineers. Uncle Sam watched over him, as he helped to keep the nation safe of the Communistic threat. He was wounded in Alaska, and shipped home to recover. Thanks to Stim Packs and physical therapy, he was good as new in no time... then the bombs dropped...He didn't know what else to do, so he fled with the others to the Vault. He had to help protect the citizens after all, right?
Skills: Demolition expert, rifle and hand gun training, hand to hand combat (knife), electronics operation, basic construction,
Flaws: Depression issues, self sacrificing, stubborn, cold hearted, Takes No Prisoners
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: N99 10mm pistol (loaded), weapon cleaning kit, rucksack, combat uniform, combat knife, flash light, batteries (for flashlight), 2 clips of spare 10mm ammo,
Other:
Picture: (Forth coming) |
7,106 | 199 | 7 | 2,369 | 211 | Mathias
Eliot falk? Was I supposed to know him or something? Then as if responding to my thoughts the robobrain spoke up. "my files show that Dr. Eliot falk is a medical professional and may be a suitable replacement for Dr. Stephen Lewis."
It was starting to creep me out, how did it get all this information from the links in the stasis pods?
alright send him in.
i said as i pulled up his file on the computer before me. he had an impressive resume and experience running a practice of his own, hopefully he would take the job. | Name: Mathias Loyd Stewart
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Personality: a born leader, he is empathetic, caring, kind, rational, unbiased, firm when need be, mature, honest and a decent human being.
PreHolocaust Job: owned his own real estate business and was doing well until the world went to hell in a hand basket.
History: classified
Skills: personnel management, charismatic, very intelligent and reads people well.
Flaws: never likes to assume the worst of people, sometimes gets tied up with his family and forgets his overseer's duties.
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: Vault-Tec supplied 10mm pistol, 3 spare magazines, wedding ring, albem of baby pictures, briefcase of money, recurve bow and quiver of arrows, large bottle of vodka.
Other:has a wife and daughter in the Vault with him.
Picture: |
7,107 | 199 | 8 | 1,431 | 237 | Eliot was escorted into the overseers office. There in front of him he saw a middle aged man sitting at his desk.
"H-he-hello, I am Elliot F-Falk. I have come here to see if I can assist y-y-you. I-I also want to know If I can get a m-m-message out to my w-wi-wife." | Name: Elliot Falk
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Personality: A very reserved and shy individual, only speaks when he needs to (with a slight stutter). He is intelligent in his trade and is a proficient reader giving him a strong knowledge base.
PreHolocaust Job: A successful career as a family doctor. He has had detailed experience in surgery and pharmaceuticals.
History: Always a bright individual, he successfully applied his mind to Health and helping others. A career surgeon he married and opened a small family practice. He enjoyed is free time reading all sorts of books (both fiction and non fiction) and well as a avid hunter. When he got the letter in the mail his wife was away visiting family. Knowing her parents where wealthy and had there own fallout shelter, she will be safe. She gather some belonging, headed for the vault facing his fate with dignity.
Skills: Advanced medical skills (Surgery, Medicine, First aid, Nutrition, General anatomy and health), Excellent general knowledge on may subjects, Great rifle (civilian) and hunting skills.
Flaws: Shy (possibly social anxiety), has a slight stutter,
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: A bag of cloths (Formal ware, Relaxed ware, Doctors suite, Hunting ware), Family medical kit (general first aid supplies and some general medial tools), Hunting supplies (civilian rifle, 1 box of ammunition), A collection of books (3 classic books).
Other: He believes that after his stay a the vault he will be re-united with his wife. |
7,108 | 199 | 9 | 2,369 | 211 | Mathias
I looked up from the computer when I heard the door open and smiled at the man that walked in and stood to shake his hand.
ah, yes DR. Falk, please sit down. I'm Mathias Stewart.
I say motioning to a chair in front of my desk as my heart fell a little. as much as I wanted to keep this under wraps for the moment and as much as I needed this man to run the med staff, he had the right to know what had happened.
I'm sorry but I have some bad news. I can explain why later but we've been asleep much longer than we where supposed to be, about two hundred years.
as I say this I can see the mans face fall and I cant help but feel for him, I don't know what I'd do if it had been my wife. | Name: Mathias Loyd Stewart
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Personality: a born leader, he is empathetic, caring, kind, rational, unbiased, firm when need be, mature, honest and a decent human being.
PreHolocaust Job: owned his own real estate business and was doing well until the world went to hell in a hand basket.
History: classified
Skills: personnel management, charismatic, very intelligent and reads people well.
Flaws: never likes to assume the worst of people, sometimes gets tied up with his family and forgets his overseer's duties.
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: Vault-Tec supplied 10mm pistol, 3 spare magazines, wedding ring, albem of baby pictures, briefcase of money, recurve bow and quiver of arrows, large bottle of vodka.
Other:has a wife and daughter in the Vault with him.
Picture: |
7,109 | 199 | 10 | 1,431 | 237 | Eliot sat down stunned. Two hundred years, what was he to think. His thought shoot back to the only real anchor of reality he knew. "M-m-my wife?" He asked. | Name: Elliot Falk
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Personality: A very reserved and shy individual, only speaks when he needs to (with a slight stutter). He is intelligent in his trade and is a proficient reader giving him a strong knowledge base.
PreHolocaust Job: A successful career as a family doctor. He has had detailed experience in surgery and pharmaceuticals.
History: Always a bright individual, he successfully applied his mind to Health and helping others. A career surgeon he married and opened a small family practice. He enjoyed is free time reading all sorts of books (both fiction and non fiction) and well as a avid hunter. When he got the letter in the mail his wife was away visiting family. Knowing her parents where wealthy and had there own fallout shelter, she will be safe. She gather some belonging, headed for the vault facing his fate with dignity.
Skills: Advanced medical skills (Surgery, Medicine, First aid, Nutrition, General anatomy and health), Excellent general knowledge on may subjects, Great rifle (civilian) and hunting skills.
Flaws: Shy (possibly social anxiety), has a slight stutter,
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: A bag of cloths (Formal ware, Relaxed ware, Doctors suite, Hunting ware), Family medical kit (general first aid supplies and some general medial tools), Hunting supplies (civilian rifle, 1 box of ammunition), A collection of books (3 classic books).
Other: He believes that after his stay a the vault he will be re-united with his wife. |
7,110 | 199 | 11 | 2,369 | 211 | Mathias
This was almost more than I could take, I had just crushed his world and I had no good news to give.
I'm sorry Dr. Falk but I don't know. I have no idea which Vault she might be in and no way to contact them if I did, but it is possible that she is in stasis just like we were. I know that this facility was not the only one to be out fitted with them, but beyond that I just don't have any information. I am truly sorry!
I look the man in the face as openly as I can and let the pain I'm feeling seep into my voice so he knows that I'm being sincere. What a nightmare he is living.
if you can think of anything I can do to help please let me know! For right now though I need to ask a favor of you.
I said after a moment of silence. | Name: Mathias Loyd Stewart
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Personality: a born leader, he is empathetic, caring, kind, rational, unbiased, firm when need be, mature, honest and a decent human being.
PreHolocaust Job: owned his own real estate business and was doing well until the world went to hell in a hand basket.
History: classified
Skills: personnel management, charismatic, very intelligent and reads people well.
Flaws: never likes to assume the worst of people, sometimes gets tied up with his family and forgets his overseer's duties.
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: Vault-Tec supplied 10mm pistol, 3 spare magazines, wedding ring, albem of baby pictures, briefcase of money, recurve bow and quiver of arrows, large bottle of vodka.
Other:has a wife and daughter in the Vault with him.
Picture: |
7,111 | 199 | 12 | 1,431 | 237 | Eliot took a deep breath. He had to move forward, he will find the truth one way or another, he will be strong. "W-h-h-h-what can I d-d-d-o Ov-o-overseer?" he asked. | Name: Elliot Falk
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Personality: A very reserved and shy individual, only speaks when he needs to (with a slight stutter). He is intelligent in his trade and is a proficient reader giving him a strong knowledge base.
PreHolocaust Job: A successful career as a family doctor. He has had detailed experience in surgery and pharmaceuticals.
History: Always a bright individual, he successfully applied his mind to Health and helping others. A career surgeon he married and opened a small family practice. He enjoyed is free time reading all sorts of books (both fiction and non fiction) and well as a avid hunter. When he got the letter in the mail his wife was away visiting family. Knowing her parents where wealthy and had there own fallout shelter, she will be safe. She gather some belonging, headed for the vault facing his fate with dignity.
Skills: Advanced medical skills (Surgery, Medicine, First aid, Nutrition, General anatomy and health), Excellent general knowledge on may subjects, Great rifle (civilian) and hunting skills.
Flaws: Shy (possibly social anxiety), has a slight stutter,
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: A bag of cloths (Formal ware, Relaxed ware, Doctors suite, Hunting ware), Family medical kit (general first aid supplies and some general medial tools), Hunting supplies (civilian rifle, 1 box of ammunition), A collection of books (3 classic books).
Other: He believes that after his stay a the vault he will be re-united with his wife. |
7,112 | 199 | 13 | 2,369 | 211 | Mathias
I was surprised he didn't ask for some time to process the information he just received, he just rolled with the punches... just the kind of man I need.
Quite frankly, Vault-tec screwed us over. All my senior staff was kill as a part of their little experiment and they are the ones responsible for our long sleep cycle. I need you to run the medical clinic, it doesn't have to be permanent but you seem to have the experience to do it.
I say laying the cards on the table and hoping I read the man right. | Name: Mathias Loyd Stewart
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Personality: a born leader, he is empathetic, caring, kind, rational, unbiased, firm when need be, mature, honest and a decent human being.
PreHolocaust Job: owned his own real estate business and was doing well until the world went to hell in a hand basket.
History: classified
Skills: personnel management, charismatic, very intelligent and reads people well.
Flaws: never likes to assume the worst of people, sometimes gets tied up with his family and forgets his overseer's duties.
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: Vault-Tec supplied 10mm pistol, 3 spare magazines, wedding ring, albem of baby pictures, briefcase of money, recurve bow and quiver of arrows, large bottle of vodka.
Other:has a wife and daughter in the Vault with him.
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7,113 | 199 | 14 | 1,431 | 237 | Of course, O-o-o-of-of course. Eliot replied. He stood up. "I-i-i-I will m-m-make my way there n-n-n-no-now." He nodded and stepped out of the room in a slight daze. | Name: Elliot Falk
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Personality: A very reserved and shy individual, only speaks when he needs to (with a slight stutter). He is intelligent in his trade and is a proficient reader giving him a strong knowledge base.
PreHolocaust Job: A successful career as a family doctor. He has had detailed experience in surgery and pharmaceuticals.
History: Always a bright individual, he successfully applied his mind to Health and helping others. A career surgeon he married and opened a small family practice. He enjoyed is free time reading all sorts of books (both fiction and non fiction) and well as a avid hunter. When he got the letter in the mail his wife was away visiting family. Knowing her parents where wealthy and had there own fallout shelter, she will be safe. She gather some belonging, headed for the vault facing his fate with dignity.
Skills: Advanced medical skills (Surgery, Medicine, First aid, Nutrition, General anatomy and health), Excellent general knowledge on may subjects, Great rifle (civilian) and hunting skills.
Flaws: Shy (possibly social anxiety), has a slight stutter,
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: A bag of cloths (Formal ware, Relaxed ware, Doctors suite, Hunting ware), Family medical kit (general first aid supplies and some general medial tools), Hunting supplies (civilian rifle, 1 box of ammunition), A collection of books (3 classic books).
Other: He believes that after his stay a the vault he will be re-united with his wife. |
7,114 | 199 | 15 | 2,369 | 211 | Mathias
As I walked Dr. Falk to the door I could see the next man I needed to see waiting in crisp military fashion.
Eric Steele right?
I asked as I poked my head out the door. | Name: Mathias Loyd Stewart
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Personality: a born leader, he is empathetic, caring, kind, rational, unbiased, firm when need be, mature, honest and a decent human being.
PreHolocaust Job: owned his own real estate business and was doing well until the world went to hell in a hand basket.
History: classified
Skills: personnel management, charismatic, very intelligent and reads people well.
Flaws: never likes to assume the worst of people, sometimes gets tied up with his family and forgets his overseer's duties.
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: Vault-Tec supplied 10mm pistol, 3 spare magazines, wedding ring, albem of baby pictures, briefcase of money, recurve bow and quiver of arrows, large bottle of vodka.
Other:has a wife and daughter in the Vault with him.
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7,115 | 199 | 16 | 384 | 68 | He nodded softly and took a step forwards. "That is me. I'm here to offer my assistance in any way that can be of benefit. I'm not sure if Vault Tech has much information on me, but I am willing to discuss how to help." | Name: Eric Steele
Age: 22
Gender: M
Personality: Eric was an NCO in the US Army before the bombs fell, and he reflects as much. Stern and disciplined, he works to make himself and others better, but still is able to laugh and relax when needed. He is a go getting kind if person who wants to see his soldiers come home. When the bombs, he entered the vault with noted depression.
PreHolocaust Job: US Army Combat Engineer
History: Eric came for your average normal family, with the males being your usual men in a time like this. He joined the Army at 17, getting parental permission, and joined the Engineers. Uncle Sam watched over him, as he helped to keep the nation safe of the Communistic threat. He was wounded in Alaska, and shipped home to recover. Thanks to Stim Packs and physical therapy, he was good as new in no time... then the bombs dropped...He didn't know what else to do, so he fled with the others to the Vault. He had to help protect the citizens after all, right?
Skills: Demolition expert, rifle and hand gun training, hand to hand combat (knife), electronics operation, basic construction,
Flaws: Depression issues, self sacrificing, stubborn, cold hearted, Takes No Prisoners
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: N99 10mm pistol (loaded), weapon cleaning kit, rucksack, combat uniform, combat knife, flash light, batteries (for flashlight), 2 clips of spare 10mm ammo,
Other:
Picture: (Forth coming) |
7,116 | 199 | 17 | 2,369 | 211 | Mathias
I was glad for the enthusiasm and hoped he wouldn't be too offended by what I said next.
Actually I have a complete file on you and anyone else that was in one of the stasis pods, thanks to Vault-tec and their never ending experiments.
I say facetiously, then offer him a seat before sitting down behind my desk.
I've already skimmed yours and seen your military experience. I'll be frank, Vault-tec killed all of my senior staff as an experiment and I'm supposed to that experiment as outlined in this.
I say as I pointed to a large file folder on my desk.
God the more I find out about Vault-tec the more I regret saying yes to this job. I said as he thumbed through the folder until he saw the note I had left him.
DO NOT LET THE ROBOT SEE THIS!
If I do not start to follow the protocols in this file the robots are programed to kill everyone! I need your help, there watching me too close for me to do anything else right now. | Name: Mathias Loyd Stewart
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Personality: a born leader, he is empathetic, caring, kind, rational, unbiased, firm when need be, mature, honest and a decent human being.
PreHolocaust Job: owned his own real estate business and was doing well until the world went to hell in a hand basket.
History: classified
Skills: personnel management, charismatic, very intelligent and reads people well.
Flaws: never likes to assume the worst of people, sometimes gets tied up with his family and forgets his overseer's duties.
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: Vault-Tec supplied 10mm pistol, 3 spare magazines, wedding ring, albem of baby pictures, briefcase of money, recurve bow and quiver of arrows, large bottle of vodka.
Other:has a wife and daughter in the Vault with him.
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7,117 | 199 | 18 | 384 | 68 | Eric read through the file until he reached the note about needing help. He seemed thoughtful for several moments before nodding. "I can help as much as you need me to. I was an NCO as you saw, so I am experienced in leading people. If you like, I can start rebuilding the security force."
He folded up the note and pocketed it. He then pulled out a pen of his own and hummed as he wrote. When he returned it, there was a smile on his face.
"Vault Tech missed a few notes on me. They have been corrected."
I am at your call. | Name: Eric Steele
Age: 22
Gender: M
Personality: Eric was an NCO in the US Army before the bombs fell, and he reflects as much. Stern and disciplined, he works to make himself and others better, but still is able to laugh and relax when needed. He is a go getting kind if person who wants to see his soldiers come home. When the bombs, he entered the vault with noted depression.
PreHolocaust Job: US Army Combat Engineer
History: Eric came for your average normal family, with the males being your usual men in a time like this. He joined the Army at 17, getting parental permission, and joined the Engineers. Uncle Sam watched over him, as he helped to keep the nation safe of the Communistic threat. He was wounded in Alaska, and shipped home to recover. Thanks to Stim Packs and physical therapy, he was good as new in no time... then the bombs dropped...He didn't know what else to do, so he fled with the others to the Vault. He had to help protect the citizens after all, right?
Skills: Demolition expert, rifle and hand gun training, hand to hand combat (knife), electronics operation, basic construction,
Flaws: Depression issues, self sacrificing, stubborn, cold hearted, Takes No Prisoners
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: N99 10mm pistol (loaded), weapon cleaning kit, rucksack, combat uniform, combat knife, flash light, batteries (for flashlight), 2 clips of spare 10mm ammo,
Other:
Picture: (Forth coming) |
7,118 | 199 | 19 | 2,369 | 211 | Mathias
After I let out a sigh of relief I say
"That's an excellent idea! I'll gather the necessary personnel files and send the to your computer. Our are somewhat limited but adequate give the situation." After a moment of looking through my desk I pull out a list of weapons that are in the armory and hand it to him.
"Make sure they get into the right hands." I say.
laser pistol x 4
E cell x 600 (laser pitol ammo)
laser rifle x 2
M cell x 100 (laser rifle ammo)
grenade x 10
rocket launcher x 1
rocket x 10
10mm pistol x 5
10mm SMG x 4
10mm bullet x 300
assault rifle x 4
5.56 bullet x 600
(scribbled in the margin is a note that says. "we need control of the reactor, computer mainframe and life support system. I'm going to keep up the good little puppet act for a bit longer let me know when your ready.") | Name: Mathias Loyd Stewart
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Personality: a born leader, he is empathetic, caring, kind, rational, unbiased, firm when need be, mature, honest and a decent human being.
PreHolocaust Job: owned his own real estate business and was doing well until the world went to hell in a hand basket.
History: classified
Skills: personnel management, charismatic, very intelligent and reads people well.
Flaws: never likes to assume the worst of people, sometimes gets tied up with his family and forgets his overseer's duties.
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: Vault-Tec supplied 10mm pistol, 3 spare magazines, wedding ring, albem of baby pictures, briefcase of money, recurve bow and quiver of arrows, large bottle of vodka.
Other:has a wife and daughter in the Vault with him.
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7,119 | 199 | 20 | 1,431 | 237 | Eliot arrived at the Med bay. It was woefully understaffed. Only a Mr. Handy Medial Edition floating around the room. "Hello sir," it said, "How may I be of assistance?"
"H-h-hello, I-I am Eliot F-F-F-Falk. I have been a-a-assigned as the new C-c-ch-cheif medial officer."
"Very good sir!" The Robot said after a few moments of processing, "Shall I give you a survay of medical supplies?"
"P-p-please" | Name: Elliot Falk
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Personality: A very reserved and shy individual, only speaks when he needs to (with a slight stutter). He is intelligent in his trade and is a proficient reader giving him a strong knowledge base.
PreHolocaust Job: A successful career as a family doctor. He has had detailed experience in surgery and pharmaceuticals.
History: Always a bright individual, he successfully applied his mind to Health and helping others. A career surgeon he married and opened a small family practice. He enjoyed is free time reading all sorts of books (both fiction and non fiction) and well as a avid hunter. When he got the letter in the mail his wife was away visiting family. Knowing her parents where wealthy and had there own fallout shelter, she will be safe. She gather some belonging, headed for the vault facing his fate with dignity.
Skills: Advanced medical skills (Surgery, Medicine, First aid, Nutrition, General anatomy and health), Excellent general knowledge on may subjects, Great rifle (civilian) and hunting skills.
Flaws: Shy (possibly social anxiety), has a slight stutter,
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: A bag of cloths (Formal ware, Relaxed ware, Doctors suite, Hunting ware), Family medical kit (general first aid supplies and some general medial tools), Hunting supplies (civilian rifle, 1 box of ammunition), A collection of books (3 classic books).
Other: He believes that after his stay a the vault he will be re-united with his wife. |
7,120 | 199 | 21 | 384 | 68 | Looking over the listed supplies and the note, I smile and nod as I stand up, offering my hand to you. "I will do my very best to keep you informed and protect the residents. When I have something more substantial I will let you know. I need a little while to go over these. Thank you."
He walked out and towards the armoury, looking back once and starting to ponder how to deal with all that was coming up. He wasn't going to let the machines win now. | Name: Eric Steele
Age: 22
Gender: M
Personality: Eric was an NCO in the US Army before the bombs fell, and he reflects as much. Stern and disciplined, he works to make himself and others better, but still is able to laugh and relax when needed. He is a go getting kind if person who wants to see his soldiers come home. When the bombs, he entered the vault with noted depression.
PreHolocaust Job: US Army Combat Engineer
History: Eric came for your average normal family, with the males being your usual men in a time like this. He joined the Army at 17, getting parental permission, and joined the Engineers. Uncle Sam watched over him, as he helped to keep the nation safe of the Communistic threat. He was wounded in Alaska, and shipped home to recover. Thanks to Stim Packs and physical therapy, he was good as new in no time... then the bombs dropped...He didn't know what else to do, so he fled with the others to the Vault. He had to help protect the citizens after all, right?
Skills: Demolition expert, rifle and hand gun training, hand to hand combat (knife), electronics operation, basic construction,
Flaws: Depression issues, self sacrificing, stubborn, cold hearted, Takes No Prisoners
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: N99 10mm pistol (loaded), weapon cleaning kit, rucksack, combat uniform, combat knife, flash light, batteries (for flashlight), 2 clips of spare 10mm ammo,
Other:
Picture: (Forth coming) |
7,121 | 199 | 22 | 2,369 | 211 | Mathias
After he left I sat back in my chair breathed a long sigh and looked at the robobrain in the corner. "you can quit with the 'I'm a good little robot' act, he's gone and I know everything anyway." I say somewhat bitterly. "if you know what we're planning then why didn't you tell him?" it says back to me. "because you'd kill them all right now instead of waiting until your plan called for it." I reply as I stand start to pace. | Name: Mathias Loyd Stewart
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Personality: a born leader, he is empathetic, caring, kind, rational, unbiased, firm when need be, mature, honest and a decent human being.
PreHolocaust Job: owned his own real estate business and was doing well until the world went to hell in a hand basket.
History: classified
Skills: personnel management, charismatic, very intelligent and reads people well.
Flaws: never likes to assume the worst of people, sometimes gets tied up with his family and forgets his overseer's duties.
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: Vault-Tec supplied 10mm pistol, 3 spare magazines, wedding ring, albem of baby pictures, briefcase of money, recurve bow and quiver of arrows, large bottle of vodka.
Other:has a wife and daughter in the Vault with him.
Picture: |
7,122 | 199 | 23 | 2,369 | 211 | if a mod sees this please delete | Name: Mathias Loyd Stewart
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Personality: a born leader, he is empathetic, caring, kind, rational, unbiased, firm when need be, mature, honest and a decent human being.
PreHolocaust Job: owned his own real estate business and was doing well until the world went to hell in a hand basket.
History: classified
Skills: personnel management, charismatic, very intelligent and reads people well.
Flaws: never likes to assume the worst of people, sometimes gets tied up with his family and forgets his overseer's duties.
What 10 Items Did You Keep?: Vault-Tec supplied 10mm pistol, 3 spare magazines, wedding ring, albem of baby pictures, briefcase of money, recurve bow and quiver of arrows, large bottle of vodka.
Other:has a wife and daughter in the Vault with him.
Picture: |
7,123 | 200 | 0 | 1,570 | 4,040 | Good Morning Residents of Dixie Inn
July 1st, Saturday. 2017. 10AM
As the local 10 o'clock morning news came on, most television sets were tuned into the older brunette male who had become their local celebrity for being a news anchor for more than ten years. "This is Kevin Garish and you're watching the Dixie Daily." his southern hospitality tone not very predominant for anyone that had lived down here for years, but strong and thick to anyone else from the rest of the country. The intro for the news station played, showing the few good views from town and some of the local favorite spots. The camera panned back to Kevin as he smiled. "Today is July 1st, we have a hot weekend ahead of us. Perfect for any Independence Day activities that are happening. Most people would be attending the big fireworks show by the police station that Tuesday. The older generations would complain that all the money earned from writing tickets all year were blown up in our face within fifteen minutes instead of used to repair roads. However, any research into it would reveal that all fireworks were donated from the more blessed residents of Dixie Inn. "This year we will be holding a public memorial for our local resident Olivia Ramirez who we lost to an accident down at Lafayette earlier this week." Many people shook their heads and grumbled under their breaths by his choice of words. They felt this wasn't just an "accident" but more foul play was at work.
Kevin Garish cleared his throat, "We have a clip from Chief Craig Hamming with more information here, if you would play the clip.." The very familiar mustached face of Chief Hamming came across the screen, the background of the bayou beautiful but dangerous. His mouth moved before the audio kicked in. "Wa- gem of the community. We won't let all of this be put aside. The Ramirez family will rest easy knowing that whatever happened to their daughter will be found out. We know tha-" the video clip started to skip and end transmission as they switched back to Kevin at the main station. "It looks like we lost the signal, speaking of losses- the Saints lost one of their star -"
Some homes would change the channel as they went into sports talk and local filler stories. This murder was the biggest thing in Dixie Inn since the hurricane several years ago. Nicky's restaurant had been closed all week as the family prepared funeral services and regathered their lives a bit. Families sent their prayers and small donations to help out as they could, but nothing really could fill the hole that was in their heart from losing their daughter. Despite the darkness that fell over the town, it was a typical hot and muggy morning in Louisiana. Everyone was out of school for summer break and most had the day off and was spending it doing something family related for the upcoming holiday.
W H A C K
A smack came across the head of the younger Sinclaire sibling as Bailey put her hand strongly down on the forehead of her brother. A shit eating grin came across her face as she made contact. "Mama said get up. She even picked me to do the honors." the feisty young girl said before she quickly made her way out of his room so she didn't get the backlash of her brother once he came to. "He's awaaaaaaake!" she called to their kitchen as she made her way there herself. Bailey was adorned in typical summer attire; short shorts and a tank top. Her brown loose curls wild down her back but her bangs pushed back with a red headband. "Thank you sweetheart." Mrs. Sinclaire said from the stove top. The family always tried to have breakfast together on Saturdays before they all separated to go about their weekend errands and plans.
Bailey was extra excited for this weekend as it was one of the first she would not be grounded. Granted, they hadn't found out what she had done to wake up her brother and she hadn't thought about it before she had done it. With one of her legs pulled up to her chest, she looked down at her phone in her lap, she hadn't received any texts or calls yet from her friends to see what they were doing that day or what the plans were. Things were kind of iffy since Olivia had been killed. Parents didn't want their kids being out by the bayou or being out too late. Things that hadn't been even blinked twice at before. She flipped through her phone, sliding her thumb around the screen playfully before her father's strong hands fell on her shoulders. "No plans yet today?" he said as he moved around her and sat at the table. "Nope, nothing yet." she smiled putting her phone on the table top. The smell of bacon, eggs, and grits filled the Sinclaire home and made Bailey's stomach grumble. She hoped that someone had some plans for the day, or it would be a waste.
Mrs. Sinclaire placed the plates on the table and gave a small prayer before they started dishing themselves food. | Bailey Renee Sinclaire
Throw the left hand, you duck that one, this right bitch won't miss you.
▾ Name:
Bailey Renee Sinclaire
▾ Age:
Seventeen
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Heterosexual
▾ Relationship Status:
Single
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Basic ear lobe piercing on both ears.
▾ Passionate ▾ Impulsive ▾ Charismatic ▾ Unreliable ▾
▾ Personality:
Bailey is a very fun loving teenager, who has been grounded most of her life for doing something her parents didn't want her to. She loves hard, and takes care of her friends extremely well- that is..when she remembers to call them or show up at the place she was told to meet at. Her mouth gets her in trouble more often than not, and she is the one to start swinging first in a fight. If she doesn't like you, she will let you know right to your face. First impressions definitely aren't Bailey's strong point.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Bailey enjoys the rush of partying late at night with her friends and strangers alike. She drinks, smokes, and has experimented with a few drugs- though she didn't really like the outcome of them so hasn't done any recently. She likes driving around town in her old rusted blue truck that her grandfather had given to her for her sixteenth birthday present. She loves swimming, and can often be found at the various lakes and swimming pools spread out around town- her bathing suit practically part of her daily attire. She doesn't like to talk about it, but she has interest in musicals and actually wants to go to college for the arts when she graduates high school next year.
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Sleeping in late
+ Coke and Whiskey
+ Homecooked meals
+ Swimming
+ Musical theater
- Small cars
- Texting
- Chapped lips
- Watching the news
- Being grounded..always
▾ Other:
Allergic to cats.
▾ Biography:
Born and raised in the deep south to Baker and Gloria Sinclaire, Bailey was brought up as an only child until her younger brother was born. She was destined to be a sweet southern belle but all of that training really went out the window the moment she turned thirteen. The family still however attends church every Sunday, arriving early and staying late. Her parents both work at the high school: her father as a janitor and her mother as a secretary in the main office. You'd think this would motivate Bailey to do well in school, but the only thing it really did was make it more accessible to get hall passes and excuses to leave class.
Besides school, Bailey spends most of her time wrapped up in her social life with her friends or bugging her little brother. Though her group is filled to the brim with the trouble makers of the town, you can tell they really care about one another and have been extremely loyal to one another during the hard times too. Summer time was sure to bring a whole lot of trouble and fun to them all. If she isn't grounded for most of it. |
7,124 | 200 | 1 | 155 | 466 | Interacting with: Shawn Sinclair
"Wa- gem of the community. We won't let all of this be put aside. The Ramirez family will rest easy knowing that whatever happened to their daughter wi-." The sound of Kevin Garish was suddenly drowned out by the sound of a grand piano beginning a complex and quite gorgeous rendition of How Great Thou Art/Amazing Grace, and while some households would be a bit perturbed to hear a grand piano being played at such an early time, in the Caverly home such a sound was a normal occurrence. Unfortunately for Caleb, the piano player this morning was a bit different as his father, Roger Caverly was trying to get prepared for a funeral service.
"Caleb!! CAN YOU STOP PLAYING FOR EVEN A FEW SECONDS!?" Having jumped at the words, Caleb's music stopped abruptly and he slowly looked up to see his fathers condescending head shaking and a disgusted look on his face. With his face burning Caleb left the piano and sulking, walked to the kitchen. He rolled his eyes when he saw that everyone had already eaten and of course nothing was left for him. He took out a box of cereal and poured it into a bowl before sighing to himself and rested his forehead into his palms. It was things like this that had made him depressed, sure he had his music and photography but he would be lying to himself and anyone else if he said that he enjoyed the treatment he was receiving at home. Luckily, around this town he had plenty of friends. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Shawn.
"Hey man, you awake? Got anything planned for today?"
He then placed his phone on the table beside him and munched on his cereal, hoping that anything could distract him from his mind. | Caleb Hunter Caverly
"If you want something in life you just gotta go and do it. Don't think about it, just go."
▾ Name:
Caleb Hunter Caverly
▾ Age:
15
▾ Gender:
Male
▾ Sexuality:
Homosexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
None
▾ Loyal to a fault ▾ Disorganized ▾ Easy to connect with and talk to ▾ Has really low self-esteem ▾
▾ Personality:
From the time Caleb came screaming into the world he was assailed by expectations and plans. Being born into a highly religious family Caleb was brought up memorizing bible verses and spending his weekends at the local church where his father 'led the flock' so to speak. He struggled to make friends, preferring to stick to the shadows and find other dwellers of the sidelines to interact with. Living with the massive expectations and fearing failure Caleb has some self-esteem issues and he gets frustrated very quickly if he fails to learn something. When someone is able to break into the self-doubt and perfectionist attitude they would find that Caleb is one of the loyalist friends you could have and despite his sideline status he's easy to talk to and connect with, having a smile that seems to just make those talking to him feel at ease. In addition to being a nervous wreck living up to his so called 'rolemodel' status Caleb also struggled heavily with the fact that he is gay and the thought of his family finding out scares him more than anything else in the world.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Caleb was taught from an early age how to play the piano but he seemed to have something special as he took to the instruction with ease and was soon playing far beyond not just his skill level but his age and started playing the piano for the church, accompanying the choir and even helping out with the music reading during practices. When he's not practicing the piano Caleb can normally be found in his room with a good book, or composing music since his parents banned video games long ago. If not there outside around town with his camera trying to get some good shots for the town paper.
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Piano
+ Composing
+ Reading
+ Spending time away from his house
+ Photography
- His family
- The depression he sometimes has
- Asthma
- Allergies
- Bullies
▾ Other:
Allergic to bees, strawberries, bananas, and has Asthma.
▾ Biography:
A rough childhood could be the main description that comes to mind when one studies the early life of Caleb Caverly. His father had just gotten the minister position at the town and having a newborn disrupting church services was simply not going to be tolerated. Caleb was left with his grandmother to be cared for most of the time and he didn't really get to see his parents other than dress up events that required them to look like the typical all American family. His grandmother passed away when he was 4 and the loss hit the boy quite hard. It was then that Caleb found that his father had a temper... He grew tired of the boys sniffling right before the funeral at the church and spent about 15 minutes 'explaining' that such conduct was not going to be allowed and between his fathers screaming and the hand that kept hitting him he understood that things had changed and he had better get used to them.
As he grew older Caleb fell into the fake life that he lived to ensure his fathers temper stayed check. He played little league baseball, soccer, and basketball and -tried- to make friends but other than telling him good job on a certain play no one on the team really seemed to want or try and make friends with him. The only place where he felt safe to be himself was sitting at the piano and unloading all his emotions into his playing and the music he had started to compose. His favorite moment during the week was choir practice where he got to help the members learn new music and run them through it. While he couldn't sing to save even his own life he understood music at a deep level and while he didn't know it he possessed perfect pitch as well.
At fifteen, Caleb is a two different people. The one that everyone in the community sees and the real Caleb afraid to take a single step out of the shadowy mind that he calls home for fear of being beaten back into submission. The secret he keeps of his sexual orientation is a constant fear and he deliberately tries to stay away from any situation where someone could find out though in gym and sports it's became much harder.
Matías Mateo Díaz
"All you need to be happy is a good friend and a good sport."
▾ Name:
Matías Díaz
▾ Age:
11
▾ Gender:
Male
▾ Sexuality:
No idea really
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
None
▾ Happy go Lucky ▾ Can be a troublemaker ▾ Responsible ▾ Has a drive to prove himself the best at everything ▾
▾ Personality:
Mat as he prefers to be called when away from home is a typical tween boy who is obsessed with video games, and getting into trouble. While many children are close with their families Mat seems to be the outcast so to speak, preferring to stay away and spend the night with his friends instead. In fact, the only sibling he can stand is Tatiana as he feels she's a role model. Very bright, Mat does well in all his classes without really having to apply himself, evidence that he is in the wrong classes though he would probably commit murder if someone tried to move him out and away from his teammates and friends. A true team player, he plays on the Baseball team, football team, and basketball team and the sense of responsibility and sportsmanship is deeply ingrained inside him.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
A sports fanatic, Mat has a passion for anything requiring him to get sweaty and get that thrill of competition. Football, basketball, baseball, soccer, swimming, wrestling are just a few. Other than that roaming the town and the outskirts with his friends and teammates takes up most of his time. His one hobby outside of sports is video games.
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Sports
+ Winning
+ Hanging out with friends
+ Helping teammates
+ Video Games
- Spending time at his house
- Losing
- Law Enforcement
- School even though he's good at it
- People that won't stand up for themselves
▾ Other:
Allergic to peanuts
▾ Biography:
As the last child born to the Díaz family, Mat is the one that seems to be the one that got away. Brought up much the same way as his siblings with the perfect expectations and constant parental supervision it wasn't hard to begin getting rebellious. He defied his parents most of his early childhood even, though he always knew how to toe the line, bringing both his mother and father to a boiling point and then finding a way to simmer it back down. A major point of contention and one that almost got him beat by his father was his ignoring schoolwork to play sports, and taking lower academic level classes to be with his friends.. |
7,125 | 200 | 2 | 2,143 | 593 | Sawyer DuPont
Sawyer's Outfit(Thanks to Apoalo for the idea)
Sawyer's deep sleep was interrupted only by an incessant knocking on his bedroom door. "Sawyer, c'mon, it's 10:00, get out of your bed!" The voice of Aunt Rachel, or "Ray" as Sawyer called her, was becoming akin to a bell in the school hallway - it was necessary, but dear God, did it irritate him. He groaned and rolled over, tossing his covers to the floor. He swung his legs from his bed and placed his feet on the carpet floor. He blinked the groggy haze from his eyes and stood up. As his fan cast a cold draft across his bare chest, he instantly regretted getting out of bed. He grabbed his phone from its charger on the floor and checked his messages - none. He spent a minute absently scrolling through his snapchat, then tossed his phone onto his pillow. He stood back up to his full six-foot-two height and trudged over to his dresser, rummaging through until he found a clean pair of fitting jeans. He slid into them and then put on a low-hanging tank top with the Twenty One Pilots logo plastered across the front.
Sawyer groaned to himself as he looked into his tall mirror. Grabbing a hairband from his dresser, he tied his long, blonde-highlighted hair into a loose bun. He grabbed his shoes, his phone, and a pair of earbuds, and walked out of his room into the dimly lit living room where his aunt sat watching another news report about Olivia Ramirez. She looked up and smiled. "I didn't know my nephew was a girl." She said, noting his hair.
"Ray, it's 2017." He said in a tired, but humorous tone as he walked into the kitchen. "I can be whatever the hell I want." He walked to the fridge and and opened it. He felt the the urge to grab one of Ray's bottles of wine and down it like there was no tomorrow. Instead he reached past the wine and grabbed a can of red bull. He shut the fridge, dropping his shoes on the ground in sliding his feet into the checkered vans. He played his preferred playlist and stuck his earbuds in. Picking up his skateboard as he walked past the couch, he made a b-line for the door. He opened his redbull and took a swig.
"Saw, where you goin'?" Ray asked.
"To smoke weed and have lots of sex. Young people stuff, you wouldn't understand." He said, in a tone that sounded 100 percent serious, but Ray knew it was sarcasm. Ray, on the contrary, still had some understanding of "young people stuff." She was only 28, about 20 years younger than Sawyer's biological father. Because of this, Sawyer called his his "cool aunt Ray."
"Well just don't get arrested."
Sawyer, mid-drink in his Red Bull, gave an grunt of assurance and walked out of the door, letting the door shut. A moment later, he burst back through the door and reached into drawer of the end table beside the couch, grabbing his vape pen. He ran back out the door, dropping his board on the ground and stepping on it. He rolled down the side walk, dropping off the curb and onto the street. He propelled himself with his left foot until he reached Murphy Lane, which was fortunately a decently-sloped hill. He pushed off and let gravity do its thing, speeding forward at an increasing pace.
He reached the bottom of the hill, just as a car was pulling out onto the street. He tilted himself to the left just enough to not run into it, but he still caused the driver to slam on his brakes and curse at the top of his lungs. As sawyer rolled past, he stared the driver down and held up both hands, flipping both middle fingers into the air. The driver gave him a death glare but Sawyer just ignored him and took another swig from his Red Bull. As his board got him into what qualified as Dixie Inn's town square, he sighed and rolled to a stop in the middle of the intersection, forcing an SUV to drive around him, blaring his horn. He pocketed his vape pen and stomped on the tail of his board, catching it in his hand. He walked off of the street and into an empty parking lot in front of a store called "Dixie Thrift," which Sawyer thought was hugely ironic, since most of the town looked like it belonged in a thrift shop... a thrift town, if you will.
He sat on a parking bump and laid his board down. He set his Red Bull on the concrete and pulled his vape pen from his pocket. He flipped it on a took a puff, blowing the mango scented vapor into the air. He laid himself across his skateboard, blowing clouds into the air. He blew a large ring, then puffed a second, smaller ringer through the larger. He sighed and looked up at the blue sky and sighed, having no idea what he was going to do today. | Sawyer DuPont
I don’t care if nicotine kills me. At this rate, the Alligator will do it first.
▾ Name:
”Name’s Sawyer Henry Dupont, but call me Sawyer. For real, only Sawyer, I’ll hit anyone that calls me Henry.
▾ Age:
”Eighteen in body, my dude.”
▾ Gender:
”Yeah… I mean it’s down there, so you know…”
▾ Sexuality:
”Definitely into girls, man.”
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
”Well my jerk of a dad gave me a scar on my back…”
▾Creative▾Kinda Rude▾ Empathetic▾Selectively Apathetic▾
▾ Personality:
Sawyer is definitely an interesting character. He was handed a very bad hand in life and plenty of daddy issues. He’s definitely a guy with a lot of internal anger that he doesn’t always know how to deal with. He finds his release in skating, smoking, vaping, weed, etc. Sometimes, however, his anger expresses itself through him shouting at walls and hitting things. He’s not a bad guy, though. He does care about his friends, but he just doesn’t always realize how much. At first glance, especially to those who don’t know him well, he can come off as a total jerk. Those who are friends with him know he’s not too bad.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Skating
Hanging out with his friends
Vaping
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Alternative Music (TOP, P!ATD, etc.)
+ Skating around town
+ Parties
+ Vape pens that smell good
- Drunks
- Bullies
- Abusive People
- Lousy Dads
▾ Other:
Sawyer’s Vape Pen. His favorite juice flavor is mango.
▾ Biography:
Sawyer's life was unfortunately never a contender to be made into a hallmark movie. His mom was only 17 when she had him, and she'd had a horrible addiction to cocaine. When she gave birth, both of the almost died, but the doctors managed to save Sawyer, though not his mother. His mother's family had long since disowned her, so Sawyer's much older father, Jacob Riter, was left to care for his son by himself, as his family was across the country. Naturally, Riter was not the picture of maturity and fatherhood, and quickly fell into an addiction to all things alcoholic. He constantly slept around in his younger years and often came home with a random girl.
This lifestyle was obviously not a great environment for Sawyer to grow up in, and he was practically forced to raise himself. His dad made sure he had food, but that was about it. On more than one occasion came home wasted and aggressive, and Sawyer became best friends with his dad's strength and often his belt. This led to many fights between them, and when Sawyer was old enough, he decided to fight back for a change. He hit his dad over the head with a whiskey bottle, but his dad was still bigger and stronger than him. He beat him to a pulp, and used a studded belt to put a long scar across Sawyer's back.
When police were alerted to this Jacob Riter was immediately arrested. Being 16 at the time, Sawyer chose to file for Child Emancipation, and was granted it. He was allowed to live by himself instead of going to foster care. About six months later, he was called by his estranged aunt Rachel, his dad's sister. She moved down to Dixie Inn to help him, even though he was legally independent. He on Wednesdays and Sundays cleaning tables at a local diner. |
7,126 | 200 | 3 | 1,097 | 889 | Reyna Smith
The cold kitchen floor against her bare feet made Reyna's body shiver. Morning sun streamed through the broken blinds and shone onto piles of takeout boxes from Nicky's restaurant. She had been giving them leftovers for the past couple months, but ever since Olivia died, Reyna felt it was too selfish to go and beg for food when they needed time alone. Reyna's mother might've thought otherwise, if she wasn't so doped up. That was the best and worst thing about Katelyn. Reyna didn't have to spare her much food, but she was strikingly thin, enough so to turn heads. The girl ate what little was left and dressed, tiptoeing past her mother's room. She was always cranky after a night of shooting up.
Reyna locked the door to the apartment, taking the creaking elevator down to the first floor and stepping into the summer sun. Good day to cause trouble, she thought to herself. As she walked downtown, she passed the TV store with the news on blast, talking about Olivia. Part of her ached, knowing she's done next to nothing to help Nicky with her daughter's death. How the fuck could a 14 year old help solve a murder? It was a bad idea to be out anyway, even in broad daylight. Maybe if her mother cared, she would be confined to her room, under house arrest. So little people were out, only one guy seemed to be really lingering. He laid across a skateboard, hair tucked into a bun and vape in one hand. Trouble maker, she thought to herself. "Ain't it a bit dangerous to be out here with the Alligator lurkin' about?" She teased the young man as she drifted by him. She stopped to stand above him, blocking his view of the sun.
Magdalena Weissburg
Mags strolled through the woods, letting the sounds of the birds and the insects chirping soak into her heart. She enjoyed the peace, letting herself forget everything wrong with life: her mamaw, the Alligator, her controlling father. The moment was ruined when her phone began vibrating in her pocket. She frowned, pulling it out and staring at the screen, contemplating ignoring it.
Papa, it read with a picture of her father and her when she was a kid. She sighed, knowing he would freak if she didn't answer.
"Hey," she murmured as she answered the call.
"Magdalena, wo bist du?" Erik's voice came from the other side. She rolled her eyes. He always slipped into German when he was worried.
"Ich bin okay, Papa. Just strollin' through the woods like I always do," she reassured him.
"You know that's a bad idea with that murderer still in town," he switched to English.
"He totally could've left town already, Papa, and he would've been smart to do so. I promise I'm perfectly safe out here."
Her dad sighed at the other end of the line, meaning he was juggling her fate in his head right now. "Fine. But, I would rather you stayed where other people can see you, or at least be with a friend."
"Alright, Papa. I'll go downtown or hangout with somebody," Mags concluded. "Ich liebe dich," she said before hanging up. She pulled up the contact of Bailey in her phone.
Hey, you doing anything today? she pressed send and started trekking outside the woods. | Magdalena
"Freedom doesn't fly on the wings of a bird. It sits in a cage within me"
▾ Name:
Magdalena Lyric Weissburg, goes by "Mags" a lot
▾ Age:
17
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Too busy caught up in her troubles to really pay attention to anybody
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Regular ear piercings, but she hasn't worn any in years. To represent her love for her opposing heritages, she has the German flag tattooed on her right wrist and the South African flag on her left wrist.
▾ Observant ▾ Stubborn ▾ Protective ▾ Opinionated ▾
▾ Personality:
Mags is rather hard to understand, though she does carry some typical traits of a teenager in a small town. Wants so badly to get out, practices some reckless (and rather illegal) things, smart and promising. She can be shy to those she deems untrustworthy or suspicious, feigning her hesitancy to speak or do as anxiety or uncertainty. In reality, she just doesn't do well with trust. And the murder has done nothing to help, only making her even more selective of who she surrounds herself with. Those who do know her well could tell you that she is intelligent yet quiet still, only speaking when she finds it worth the eftort. She is flexible and willing to listen to other people's ideas, but the majority of the time, in the end, she accepts her own conclusion of the situation. Try to challenge her after she has made up her mind and her horns come out, along with her cold anger
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
She has always loved Harry Potter and reading in general. She really only delves in fiction like fantasy or sci-fi, prefering the lies over the honesty for one part of her life. She enjoys discussing these books and their hidden meanings and developing her own opinion on them. Mags also dabbles in some underage drinking and occasionally smokes some pot
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+being left alone
+free booze
+history
+her mamaw
-Lord of the Rings
-any sport but baseball
-assholes
-Plattdeutsch
▾ Other:
Her mother wanted her first name to be Lyric and her father wanted her first name to be Magdalena, but after her birth, her mom passed out so her dad took advantage of the opportunity and gave her her first name. Bring it up, and her mom will still fight with her husband about it
▾ Biography:
Born to a father from Frankfurt and a mother from Memphis, Nina has grown up with two conflicting cultures in her household. She can speak a little German (to her father's disappointment; he wanted her to be fluent, but her mother was afraid she wouldn't do as well at English) and plans on studying more in college. She moved to Dixie Inn with her parents and maternal grandmother when she was very young; her memories of Memphis are fuzy now, the streets full of people from all places now replaced by farmland occupied by familiar family faces. Her grandmother was very wise and she learned many of her personality traits from her. Her mamaw is slowly developing Alzheimer's now, her mind gradually diminshing. Heart broken by her mamaw's state, she avoids the house as much as possible, favoring the outside, where maybe she can forget about her troubles for a while. The safety and comfort of the outdoors was ruined once the murder came out; now she has to sneak around her parents, their rules becoming more and more strict since the body was found. Mags is afraid, she's not ashamed to admit that. But she's willing to do what it takes to get things done and make the town safe for the ones she loves.
Reyna Summer Smith
"I'm not a problem kid. This town is the fucking problem"
▾ Name:
Reyna Summer Smith
▾ Age:
14
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Bi-curious
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
N/A
▾ Intelligent ▾ Challenging ▾ Fierce ▾ Incompatible ▾
▾ Personality:
Reyna was a good kid for a while, but something inside her just snapped. She became vile, angry, spiteful for no good reason. Soon labeled the young delinquent of Dixie Inn, trying to fix her attitude was swept under the carpet in favor of punishing and suppressing her. She's set to become another failure of the American education system, especially because of her bright mind. One of the top ten in her grade, it baffles others how she can cause so much trouble and still have time to keep an 4.0. She doesn't have many friends, considering her destructive tendencies, but she is secretly glad for the murder, for she believes it will help her become closer with others. As much as she pretends she's a lone wolf that doesn't need anybody else, she craves friendship
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Her main deal as the town's trouble kid is destruction of property. That bitch that tore through all your crops? That was her. That asshole that smashed in your store window? Yep, her too. The dickwad who dented your car door? Don't be surprised. It's always Reyna, and she always denies it
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+Smashing things
+Lying
+Netflix
+Walking through the woods in the evening
-Being alone
-Drugs (she may have prison in her future, but she doesn't mess with that shit)
-Authority figures
-People with no common sense
Other:
I promise she's got a little kindness inside her heart; you just gotta dig deep
▾ Biography:
Reyna was born to Jack and Katelyn Smith, both born and raised in Dixie Inn as well. Katelyn was the town white trash druggie for a while, but once she had her daughter, she fixed herself up, found herself a job at Nicky's and supported her family. When Reyna was about 8, her mother relapsed, and has been addicted ever since. Jack divorced his wife but failed to take his daughter with him to live in New York; she was forced to stay in a dangerous household because the courts deemed her father "unfit" to raise her, despite the fact that her mother was a renewed addict. Katelyn lost her job at Nicky's, but Reyna and Katelyn didn't hate Nicky for it. They understood. Now living off food stamps and social security, they were barely scraping by. Nobody outside of the family (and Nicky) knew what was going on. Whenever Katelyn would pass out, Reyna couldn't get her to wake up, so she would start breaking things in frustration to try and get her mother's attention. The method didn't work, but it soon leaked into her school life, making destruction a daily habit. She still lives with her mother now, and with their relationship with Nicky, it struck close to home. Even though they had feuds in the past, Reyna has offered to help Nicky however she can, for old time's sake |
7,127 | 200 | 4 | 1,527 | 470 | Shawn Oliver SinclaireOutfit
Interacting with: Bailey(), Texting Caleb()
"OOF!"
What was once a pleasant dreamscape was replaced by the sudden shock and pain of his sister's slap, his eyes widening before wincing from both the pain and sunlight. He could just barely make out her devious smile before she gave her explanation as to why she decided to start his morning off with a slap. He his brain scrambled for something to say after she finished, trying to come up with some sort of backlash to give, but ultimately she ran out of the room in such a haste that all he could shout was "S-Sis!" Feeling slightly scathed, he fell back into his bed for a moment, giving off a disgruntled sigh as his body hit the mattress. He'd be lying to himself if he said this was the first time she woke him up in such a way, and in hindsight, it was bound to happen again eventually, but can't a guy get some sleep around here? Glancing over at his clock, he was disheartened to see it was only 10AM. Once more his sleep had been captured by his family...
But, he supposed if momma wanted him up and goin', he'd have to comply. As he was getting ready, his phone gave a ding as a text message appeared. It was his friend Caleb, asking if he had anything planned today. After rolling up his sleeves up to his elbows, he grabbed his phone and sent him an honest message. "Nothing at all. I'll probably just stay home, practice my singing or maybe read a book." He replied, nodding as the text message was sent before going downstairs.
"Mornin' Ma, Pa... Bailey." He greeted them rather eagerly, well, excluding his pause as he stared at his sister. He was among the last to sit down as his mom was placing plates at the table, and she patted his head gently. "Aw, looks like our lil sugar buns finally come down." She said, to which he laughed to himself.
"Aw, come on Ma, you're embarrassing me." He replied to his mother's comment, to which his father chuckled before asking the same question that he asked Bailey. "Any plans today, Shawn?"
"None that I can think of, Pa. 'Less ya need help with somethin'."
"Ah, Naw, you're fine, son."
It was then that the plates were finished being placed and their conversation was cut short due to the hunger that settled in. Shawn was especially happy, though a bit sad now that he hadn't woken up a bit sooner to help his mom out. He zoned off during the prayer, eager to eat and somewhat null to it as he's grown accustomed to hearing it so often before meals. | Shawn Oliver Sinclaire
Be decisive. Right or wrong, at least make a decision!
▾ Name:
Shawn Oliver Sinclaire
▾ Age:
15
▾ Gender:
Male
▾ Sexuality:
Bisexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
N/A
▾ Rational ▾ Insecure ▾ Tenatious ▾ Pessimistic ▾
▾ Personality:
Unlike his sister, Shawn often likes to live by the books. He does what he needs to and works hard to get good grades, to which he seldom tries to follow his sister's example. He hates indecision, but often finds himself withdrawing from hanging out with friends due to talking himself out of them as he often can imagine a bad outcome. Instead, he's often found at home or with his family. He does his best to think with his brain, but once you get to know him, he tends to be somewhat sarcastic and smile, letting some of his emotions show. Though when it comes to love, he's often too shy to make any attempt, instead silently watching from a distance or daydreaming... Though fear is often when he acts irrationally or selfish.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Shawn enjoys a simple life of staying at home with video games, books, and a bit of music here and there. He also doesn't mind to help clean around the house or help his mom cook meals. He very much wants to try doing something at least once, though he often talks himself out of the risky or looked down upon actions that his parents would not approve of. He doesn't mind playing Tennis or running, though he seldom does so outside of school. He likes to sing at church and has shown an interest of joining the choir when he gets older, and had even joined the school's small choir. This summer, he sees a lot of video games, reading books, and helping around the house in his future.
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Helping cook/Helping in general
+ Reading a book
+ Video Games
+ Running
+ Singing/Music
- Scary Movies/Jumpscares
- Getting into trouble
- Losing his cool
- Staying up late
- Waking up Early
▾ Other:
He's allergic to peanut butter.
▾ Biography:
Born a couple years after his sister Bailey, Shawn's path was set in a very similar way that his sister's was. Raised on hard work, dedication, and a whole lotta church, it continued to stick with him for the most part when he became a teenager. Having watched their daughter take a complete turn when she became one, his parents did their best to focus their efforts on Shawn so that he wouldn't follow that same pattern. He did his best to live up to his parent's standards, and as such was often a 4.0 student in his attempts to impress them, but often felt he always fell short of their expectations. This often made him fearful of not getting their approval, though he'd always put on a happy face to keep them off his back.
While he's gotten used to his sister's bugging by now, he can't help but roll his eyes or tease her for being grounded a majority of the time. Just siblings being siblings. Otherwise, before summer, he had went to a sleepover with one of his friends from school. There, they almost had a sappy love moment, but ultimately it was Shawn who stopped it and said he wanted to just be friends, believing it would only cause problems for the both of them. He's been dealthy afraid of his parents finding out about the close call and his weakness in the moment, but is thankful so far that no one has found out nor that his friend has said anything. Instead, he looks forward to a slow paced, relaxing summer. |
7,128 | 200 | 5 | 2,286 | 691 | Any other day, any other occasion, Leith would be up and gone before Jessica was even up ... The boy was an early riser and a hard worker. He loved his work and he never missed a day, rain, hail or shine. When she came down the stairs, donning a posh gown knotted at the waist, she was surprised to find him sitting at the breakfast table staring abysmally at the fresh summer flowers in the vase centre piece.
Any other day, she'd have come down and started making breakfast for the rest of the family, her lovely daughter and wonderful husband, smiling at the message Leith left spelled out on the fridge in magnets or a sticky note by the tea-kettle, before he went to work. She'd pop by the garage on her way to Nicky's, with a lunch made for Leith, maybe a pie or some cake for him and the lads at the garage, hubby and daughter on their way to work or school everything blissful and pleasant in their sleepy little town...
They hadn't had a regular day since Olivia died.
Leith had been on auto-pilot, like an automaton, he really hadn't been himself. Jess was in pieces too, although, for Leith and Nicky's sake, she put on a brave face. Leith was still her baby and she needed to be brave for him, and Nicky ... Poor Nicky ... she'd been such a wonderful friend, a good mother to a good kid. The Ramirez family were the last people on Earth that deserved this.
The night they got the news, Jess "done the rounds" before bed, peeking in to see that everyone was tucked up nice and cozy and sleeping well. Leith was curled up and shaking, she climbed onto the bed and wrapped her arms around him close to try quell the muffled sobbing and offer some kind of comfort. Her own heart bled. He was still her baby ... even though he was taller than her now, with broad shoulders, facial hair even, a man, not a boy ... but her baby still. She felt selfish in a way, hugging her boy close and thanking the stars it wasn't him that had washed up on the banks of the bayou ... She wouldn't wish that on anyone, and it had happened and instead of thinking immediately about poor Nicky, she indulged in herself, in holding her son and daughter and husband and reminding herself "It didn't happen to us ... my family is safe". What a horrible friend she was, what sort of friend thought of her own family first after something like that knowing full well they were safe and sound anyway?! But she couldn't help herself. That night she needed her family and her family needed her. The next morning she was up bright and early preparing food for Nicky and her family and even the police while they were investigating and conducting interviews with local residents. When Jess lost her father, well, cooking and cleaning was the last thing on her mind, she couldn't even imagine how painful it was to lose a daughter, so she done what she could to help Nicky.
It had been a week already, now came the funeral. Jess had a bouquet from her garden, nothing too big and flashy, just a small thing, sitting on the windowsil so they soaked up a little more sun and blossomed extra nicely.
Leith was dressed in funeral black ... it was so out of place in the blistering hot southern sun. Leith felt out of place. He never wore suits and it felt wrong to wear black. Olivia was always so bright and bubbly. She wouldn't have wanted this- She ...
"Lei ... are you alright baby?" Jess asked, stroking a hand through his all-too familiar dark curls, so unlike her own hair ... so like his father though she couldn't resent Leith.
He shrugged. "This just feels so wrong."
Jess nodded. She'd have admired how smart Leith looked, wearing something other than worn out t-shirts or dirty overalls, but funeral-wear was hardly cheery and no matter how tidy he looked, she couldn't enjoy his misery. Olivia had been a great role model for him, six years older, they weren't exactly best friends, but she'd been like a big sister to him sometimes and they had been close.
"Are Robert and Aps comin'?" he asked.
Jess shook her head and switched on the kettle. "I thought it best if it's just us, if thats alright."
Leith nodded. "You're right ... Robert didn't really know her ... neither did Aps, no use dragging them along" he sighed.
"Have you eaten?" Jess asked, getting up as the kettle finished boiling.
"One of the croissants in the fridge" he shrugged, twiddling his thumbs, gaze downcast. "Mom?"
"Yeah?"
"Would ... Would Nicky mind if I- ..." he clammed up again, routing in his pockets to find a folded up letter, the folds of the paper worn thin from him opening and folding it back up several times.
"You want to say something at the funeral?"
He shook his head. "No ... I ... I want to give it to Liv ... I never got to thank her for all she did, yknow when I was growin' up 'n' stuff ... If Nicky doesn't mind I mean."
"I'll ask, I'm sure she won't mind you leaving a small letter with the coffin. I better get dressed. Can't go to the service in a dressing gown and slippers."
Leith offered her a small smile, faltering slightly, but it was hard to smile and pull each other up when someone so young died so horribly in their small town.
Jess quietly got changed, put on a light layer of make-up and smoothed her hair in place. Robert was having a lie-in, he'd finally gotten a day off, Jess didn't want to wake him up. Apsen would likely lie in bed for a while too, but he'd be there to get her breakfast and see what she was up to when she woke up. Finally, Jess crept back downstairs, dressed in black, shiny patent black shoes neatly shined. She grabbed her purse and Leith picked up the small, neatly arranged flowers from the window and they made their way to where the funeral be taking place shortly. | Leith
Wait, you mean you didn't know Italian Spiderman was actually made in Australia?
▾ Name: Leith
Leith Matteo Meyer
▾ Age:
19
▾ Gender:
Male
▾ Sexuality:
Homosexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Nope.
▾ Humble ▾ Indecisive ▾ Generous ▾ Unassertive ▾
▾ Personality:
Leith is a mommas boy at heart. A real sweetheart, he likes to help people out and most would say he's honestly the sweetest boy on earth. He's not without his shortcomings however. During his teenage years, Leith was disruptive in class and a bit of a troublemaker. His acting out was largely due to his conflicting feelings regarding his sexuality as he began to discover he wasn't attracted to girls. When he finally came out and learned to love himself a little more, he returned to the sweet boy he'd been before, heck, moreso even, he was now more humbled.
He's a bit of a prude in a way. Not that he's utterly virginal, but he absolutely can't stand foul language and can't help but cringe when someone swears, he himself never cusses. He generally keeps to himself but is also quick to offer a helping hand and be outgoing. He loves his friends dearly and he's a soft, old-school hopeless romantic at heart. His biggest issue is probably his indecision. Leith tries to please everyone and often fails to satisfy ANYONE by trying to keep everyone happy. He's easily manipulated because he tries to be a people pleaser. His relationship with his step-father is tense. He tends to have conflicting emotions regarding the men in his life and at times his rejection at the hands of his biological father rears its ugly head and threatens his relationships.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Repairing engines. He doesn't care about fancy new models or luxury cars, he likes fixer-uppers. He likes reading comicbooks and watching low budget "awful" movies (the worse the movie, the better!). He's outdoorsy and sporty and would happily spend every weekend swimming in the creek or camping and singing round a campfire with friends.
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ comics
+ cars
+ cute boys
+ outdoors
- swearing
- taking sides/fights
- bad coffee
- stepdad (sometimes)
▾ Other:
He's left handed, bears a striking resemblance to his biological father, works in the local auto-repair garage. He was somewhat close to the victim (Olivia) because sometimes after school he would sit in Nicky's while his mom worked and she would help him with his homework and she was probably the second or third person he came out to (after his mom) because she had such a warm, kind temperament. He's been very unsettled by her gruesome and untimely death.
▾ Biography:
The end-product of a teenage pregnancy ... Leith had a pretty decent childhood though, his mother Jessica, done a good job and she was heavily supported by Leith's maternal-grandparents.
His father (who was from an Italian family, hence Leith's half-Italian heritage) didn't stick around and this rejection at the hands of his father has always lingered with Leith.
Leith was about 12 when he began to think he was different and by 14 he was 100% sure he was gay and that made him miserable.
He was troublesome in school even though he was quite popular in his class and well liked by his peers. His mom didn't know what to do. Teachers said he was clever but kept causing disruptions and didn't do his homework. He fought with his step-dad and was disagreeable, so much unlike the sweet, quiet child Jessica had once known.
Things got a lot better when Leith finally confided in his that he was gay and was scared she'd kick him out and reject him like his father did, afraid his friends would turn on him and his life would be ruined. She accepted him and supported him although it wasn't always easy on her, especially in a small, religious town. Regardless, Jess put on a brave face because deep down, even though she didn't mean to get pregnant at 17, she was happy with her life, her family, and she loved Leith to death.
After coming out things began to look a lot better for Leith. He lost some friends in school, but surprisingly, he had a few supporters and homophobic bullying didn't really harm him. While he studied, he became an apprentice mechanic at the local auto-repair shop and thoroughly enjoyed it. Jess wanted him to go to college, she'd had a chance and lost it and didn't want it to happen to her son, but he seemed content Dixie fixing cars. It was his own real serious interest he didn't have any huge ambitions. She urged him to consider college, perhaps he'd like engineering. In the end, he was awarded a sports scholarship, but he could defer it for a couple of years.
Jessica
Come on in, make yourself at home, there's always room here.
▾ Name: Jessica
Jessica Grace McAdam
▾ Age:
36
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Heterosexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Nope.
▾ Homely ▾ Sometimes Strict ▾ Loving ▾ Smothering ▾
▾ Personality:
Jess tries to be Super-Mom, and for the most part, she doesnt' do half bad, but she's certainly not perfect. She's not as mature as other mums, at least, she wasn't when Leith was young, but now she's older and wiser but sometimes she still finds herself out of her depth. She relies a lot on her husband for support, advice and insight. Sometimes she can be a bit of a soft touch, particularly with Leith because they have a unique bond. She loves her family and her home and is very house-proud. Sometimes she can be a bit bratty to the neighbours, they are roughly the same age, except instead of having teenagers and young adult kids, their kids are just starting school (in the 2-10 age range), she feels she has a lot to prove because she's still trapped in the 80's when people looked down on girls getting pregnant at a young age, or having kids with different fathers.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Baking, pinterest, making crafts, gardening, animals, her "Book Club" (which involves more wine/tea and gossip than actual books ...)
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Her home
+ Husband
+ Family
+ Community events
+ Book club
- Resents Leith's father
- Sometimes struggles to deal with Leith's sexuality
- Offensive music (rap/metal)
- Arguing with the kids
▾ Other:
Makes the best peach cobbler in all of Dixie!
▾ Biography:
Jessica was a pretty, popular young girl. She was the cheerleader with the hot (Italian) quarterback boyfriend and the whole world ahead of her was gleaming with promise. She was going to get a cheerleading scholarship and go to a fancy city university and everything would be just dandy ... Until she found herself pregnant at 17 ... She had her first child, a boy, Leith, when she turned 18.
Jessica found it hard to bond with Leith at first, but her mother and father were supportive, they insisted she stick it out and be proud and raise Leith to the best of her ability. Leith's father stuck around for about 8 months before abandoning them and disappearing to another state or europe or WHO KNOWS WHERE, never even sending a card or a penny of support. This made Jess furious, but it also made her very protective of her little boy.
Although they had a rocky start, Jess became an utterly devoted mother and gave Leith the very best life she could, with the help of her own parents. When Leith turned 5, she was able to work again, taking part-time hours while he was in school. She developed a bit of a social life and some independence. When Leith was 7, Jess's father took a stroke and eventually had to be taken into residential care. Her mother left to go to the next town over to stay close to her father and the title of the house was turned over to her. With a part time job and a busy young son and now a house to do up all of her own, Jess found herself very busy indeed.
Eventually, waitressing at the Nickys restuarant she'd worked in since Leith was 5, a regular, a solicitor from the city, finally worked up the courage to ask her on a date. For the first time since she was a teenager, Jess was getting dolled up and going out on dates. Leaving Leith with a child minder on date night, she enjoyed the attention and the brief feeling that she wasn't all alone. Robert was successful, hardworking and kind and he didn't even mind that Jess had a child.
After a few months of courting, Jess introduced him to Leith and the couple began considering moving in together, if he could find a way to work closer to Dixie. SUCCESS!!! and so Leith got a new "dad", although he didn't really take to him much, after spending his entire childhood with only Jess, he was standoffish and distrustful of suddenly having a father figure. Regardless, Step-Dad Robert tried his best.
When Jess found herself pregnant once again, she feared she'd be left alone with the child again and asked Robert where he stood with this "family" she had. Fortunately she got a much deserved happy ending and they got married very quickly and then Jess's daughter, April was born. Jess left her job in the diner to raise April and become a full time house wife, her husband could comfortably support them, especially since they didn't have a mortgage to worry about. Now, Leith is a man (though he's still her baby) and her daughter is quickly growing up too, Jess happily maintains her home, keeping kids and husband happy and instead of work, she gets involved in various community projects and parent groups. Although he is long in the past, she still painfully remembers Leith's father, since he looks so strikingly similar to him.
SUPPORTING CHARS
Robert McAdam, Jessica's loving husband, April's biological father and Leith's stpe father.
April McAdam, Robert and Jessica's 11 year old daughter, Leith's little sister. |
7,129 | 200 | 6 | 155 | 466 | Interacting with: Shawn Sinclair - Text
It was funny, the way cereal can taste so good and yet be so simple. Sure it wasn't eggs, and bacon with orange juice but to be honest cereal was just as good if not better of a breakfast than those other items. This was the thought process of Caleb Caverly as he finished drinking the left over milk in his bowl and tossing it into the sink. He knew he'd have to wash it and whatever other dishes pile dup during day later on so why bother wasting time now. Then again, the possibility to escape the House of Depression (as he called it) for the night was a possibility if he played his cards right.
With a yawn he picked up his camera from beside the door, along with a few different lenses. He wanted to try and get some good shots around town since the paper would be running out of his last batch and he skipped it the day before. As he exited his house he felt his phone buzz and the all to familiar ping notification sounded. He swiped his wallpaper back and nodded when he saw Shawn's reply. Typical really and it was one of the reasons he and Shawn were able to be such good friends, neither of them really enjoyed large crowds and preferred to be alone, yet the two seemed to just click. It helped that Caleb really enjoyed spending time over at the Sinclaire home and honestly if he had it his way, he would live there.
Smiling at the thought of Shawn, Bailey, and their parents all sitting down and eating as a family made a familiar pang of sadness hit his thoughts and he almost missed a perfect shot of a spider web still barely trickling with morning dew caught in the sunlight. He snapped a lens on and smiled as he took the picture. After he clicked Shawn's name once again and shot a message back to him. "I could come over around noon, we could work on a few songs and then play some video games? I forgot to get my books from the House of the Dead (his home). But that one movie is supposed to be out in the rental place today, and everyone said it looked pretty good?"
Placing the phone back in his pocket he continued walking around the town getting different pictures of nature, and a town becoming alive for a Saturday. He had to admit that he was a little tense when doing his usual walk around, with the death of Olivia the idea of being around the outskirts of town alone gave him chills down his spine and caused him to cut his safari hunt for the best pic short. He was confident this would get the paper through next week and that was good enough for him. He placed the camera and lenses into a shoulder bag and then headed into the town itself to grab a lemonade and get some more practice time in on the church's piano. Caleb had long ago snatched a key from his father and as forgetful as the minister was it was easy for the man to just think he misplaced it.
Just as he was getting closer to downtown he saw a form in the trees near him and he froze. All the blood in his body seemed to just stop flowing and an icy feeling of dread started from his extremities and worked itself all over the rest of his body. His breathing hitched and he found that he was taking large and deep breaths to compensate when his brain finally told him to find cover! Luckily for him it was only a girl. Caleb had seen her around town before so knew he had just given himself a heart attack for no reason. He slid down the tree he was using for cover and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and shook his head, 'no more early morning strolls for me for awhile at least.' After about ten minutes of sitting there recovering he finally stood once again and continued on towards town. It was then he remembered the funeral was that day, his father hadn't asked him to play which was weird, maybe they decided not to have a pianist.
He thought about Olivia, he had of course known her. It was hard not to know her as she was a bright light around the town, he fought with the idea of showing up anyway, but the idea of going back to his house, and changing was getting the better of him. He figured if his father didn't ask then it probably meant that it didn't matter and Caleb felt he would just be intruding awkwardly if he showed up so he stuck with his original plan.
As he walked through town he waved at a few of the others out and about and made a beeline for the Church. He unlocked the back and then relocked it behind him and let himself smile widely. A whole space all for himself, his refuge from the world itself. The choir room. He headed over to the piano and just sat at the keys staring down at the ivory and then closed his eyes, just taking in the moment itself before placing his fingers on the keys and playing. He played for about ten minutes before realizing something was wrong, the song he was playing was one he had been working with Shawn on and he frowned, maybe Shawn wouldn't mind if he headed over early? He shrugged, and replaced the key cover over the piano and stretched himself out. He sent another quick message to his friend and messed with his beanie he was wearing, trying to get it into a better position while he waited for a reply. "Finished pictures early, at the church. Thinking about just heading over to your place now, that ok? Also, Olivia's funeral is today, were you and Bailey going?" | Caleb Hunter Caverly
"If you want something in life you just gotta go and do it. Don't think about it, just go."
▾ Name:
Caleb Hunter Caverly
▾ Age:
15
▾ Gender:
Male
▾ Sexuality:
Homosexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
None
▾ Loyal to a fault ▾ Disorganized ▾ Easy to connect with and talk to ▾ Has really low self-esteem ▾
▾ Personality:
From the time Caleb came screaming into the world he was assailed by expectations and plans. Being born into a highly religious family Caleb was brought up memorizing bible verses and spending his weekends at the local church where his father 'led the flock' so to speak. He struggled to make friends, preferring to stick to the shadows and find other dwellers of the sidelines to interact with. Living with the massive expectations and fearing failure Caleb has some self-esteem issues and he gets frustrated very quickly if he fails to learn something. When someone is able to break into the self-doubt and perfectionist attitude they would find that Caleb is one of the loyalist friends you could have and despite his sideline status he's easy to talk to and connect with, having a smile that seems to just make those talking to him feel at ease. In addition to being a nervous wreck living up to his so called 'rolemodel' status Caleb also struggled heavily with the fact that he is gay and the thought of his family finding out scares him more than anything else in the world.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Caleb was taught from an early age how to play the piano but he seemed to have something special as he took to the instruction with ease and was soon playing far beyond not just his skill level but his age and started playing the piano for the church, accompanying the choir and even helping out with the music reading during practices. When he's not practicing the piano Caleb can normally be found in his room with a good book, or composing music since his parents banned video games long ago. If not there outside around town with his camera trying to get some good shots for the town paper.
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Piano
+ Composing
+ Reading
+ Spending time away from his house
+ Photography
- His family
- The depression he sometimes has
- Asthma
- Allergies
- Bullies
▾ Other:
Allergic to bees, strawberries, bananas, and has Asthma.
▾ Biography:
A rough childhood could be the main description that comes to mind when one studies the early life of Caleb Caverly. His father had just gotten the minister position at the town and having a newborn disrupting church services was simply not going to be tolerated. Caleb was left with his grandmother to be cared for most of the time and he didn't really get to see his parents other than dress up events that required them to look like the typical all American family. His grandmother passed away when he was 4 and the loss hit the boy quite hard. It was then that Caleb found that his father had a temper... He grew tired of the boys sniffling right before the funeral at the church and spent about 15 minutes 'explaining' that such conduct was not going to be allowed and between his fathers screaming and the hand that kept hitting him he understood that things had changed and he had better get used to them.
As he grew older Caleb fell into the fake life that he lived to ensure his fathers temper stayed check. He played little league baseball, soccer, and basketball and -tried- to make friends but other than telling him good job on a certain play no one on the team really seemed to want or try and make friends with him. The only place where he felt safe to be himself was sitting at the piano and unloading all his emotions into his playing and the music he had started to compose. His favorite moment during the week was choir practice where he got to help the members learn new music and run them through it. While he couldn't sing to save even his own life he understood music at a deep level and while he didn't know it he possessed perfect pitch as well.
At fifteen, Caleb is a two different people. The one that everyone in the community sees and the real Caleb afraid to take a single step out of the shadowy mind that he calls home for fear of being beaten back into submission. The secret he keeps of his sexual orientation is a constant fear and he deliberately tries to stay away from any situation where someone could find out though in gym and sports it's became much harder.
Matías Mateo Díaz
"All you need to be happy is a good friend and a good sport."
▾ Name:
Matías Díaz
▾ Age:
11
▾ Gender:
Male
▾ Sexuality:
No idea really
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
None
▾ Happy go Lucky ▾ Can be a troublemaker ▾ Responsible ▾ Has a drive to prove himself the best at everything ▾
▾ Personality:
Mat as he prefers to be called when away from home is a typical tween boy who is obsessed with video games, and getting into trouble. While many children are close with their families Mat seems to be the outcast so to speak, preferring to stay away and spend the night with his friends instead. In fact, the only sibling he can stand is Tatiana as he feels she's a role model. Very bright, Mat does well in all his classes without really having to apply himself, evidence that he is in the wrong classes though he would probably commit murder if someone tried to move him out and away from his teammates and friends. A true team player, he plays on the Baseball team, football team, and basketball team and the sense of responsibility and sportsmanship is deeply ingrained inside him.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
A sports fanatic, Mat has a passion for anything requiring him to get sweaty and get that thrill of competition. Football, basketball, baseball, soccer, swimming, wrestling are just a few. Other than that roaming the town and the outskirts with his friends and teammates takes up most of his time. His one hobby outside of sports is video games.
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Sports
+ Winning
+ Hanging out with friends
+ Helping teammates
+ Video Games
- Spending time at his house
- Losing
- Law Enforcement
- School even though he's good at it
- People that won't stand up for themselves
▾ Other:
Allergic to peanuts
▾ Biography:
As the last child born to the Díaz family, Mat is the one that seems to be the one that got away. Brought up much the same way as his siblings with the perfect expectations and constant parental supervision it wasn't hard to begin getting rebellious. He defied his parents most of his early childhood even, though he always knew how to toe the line, bringing both his mother and father to a boiling point and then finding a way to simmer it back down. A major point of contention and one that almost got him beat by his father was his ignoring schoolwork to play sports, and taking lower academic level classes to be with his friends.. |
7,130 | 200 | 7 | 2,261 | 5,178 | The Nightingale Family
(Mainly Courtney)
A only recently awoken Courtney Nightingale rested her elbows on the table as she leaned into it, sipping coffee from the blue mug in her hands. She gave a silent yawn, watching her son play with his toy cars through weary eyes. Tyson was up at the crack of dawn. Tyson was always up at the crack of dawn. Courtney was starting to think it was time to lock the doors at night but, she know, she would then spend the night freaking out about what she would happen if her son was having nightmares or was in danger and banging at the door wasn't enough. Unfortunately this lead to every morning starting the same, an energized toddler running into the room and jumping on the bed announcing the morning's arrival at the first signs of the sun. Luckily David had been on top of ushering the boy out of the room to allow his wife more sleep.
"Oi, that's not good for the babies!" comes the half-joking voice of her husband as Courtney raises the mug to her lips. Where had he come from? The study perhaps? A glance at his arms revealed him holding a small cardboard box. More likely the garage, then. Paying more attention to his previous statement Courtney points the mug at him.
"Actually," She retorts, "I can have up to 200mgs of caffeine a day without a problem. that entitles me to 2 cups of coffee everyday, thank you very much. I do my research," David shook his head, of course she did. If there was a way around something Courtney would find it. She takes another sip of coffee before asking; "What's in the box?"
"My parents found some of the toy cars my brothers and I used to play with when we were young, they brought them over for Tyson while you were at work yesterday." David looks up at his wife's pale green eyes, placing the box on the table and moving himself to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. "How are you holding up?" he asks gently.
"With the pregnancy or..."
"Either one... or both," Courtney places the mug on the table before taking a shaky breath.
"I'm fine... I'm fine," she replies gently
"You don't always have to be strong, y'know. I can take Tyson for the day if you wish, give you the day to yourself..." Unbeknownst to the parents Tyson heard his name among the mutterings and bounded over to his parents. If they were saying something about him he should know, right?
"No, no. Just during the funeral, I want to spend the rest of the day with my boys," She turns her head, giving her husband a quick kiss. Tyson, whom had been watching his parents, scrunched up his nose in disgust, "Yuck!" He proclaims. The couple both turn to their son, giggling slightly. Courtney slips out of her husband's embrace and scoops up her son. "Well, if that's what you think I guess you'd want some too!" she proclaims before proceeding to cover her son's cheeks in kisses.
"No mummy! Yuck!" He complains, yet he does nothing to stop her. Eventually she pulls her son into a hug.
"I'm going to go out for a couple of hours, but you be good for daddy okay?"
"O-tay mummy," he grins. Courtney lowers him to the ground before turning to her husband and kissing him on the cheek. "You be good too,"
"I'm always good!"
"You and I both know that's not true," she says, leaving him to grab her keys, phone and simple arrangement of flowers that lay across the table before starting to leave the house, turning to blow a kiss for her son with a chuckle and reminding the pair to be good before closing the door and slipping into her silver car.
From there she leave to head to where the funeral was to be held, soon finding herself following Jessica's car. Makes sense she figured to herself. Olivia meant a lot the Leith. She knew that, most people did. The problem of a small town is everyone knows everyone's business. | Elizabeth Jones
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
~ Hope of Morning by Icon For Hire
▾ Name:
Elizabeth Courtney "Lizzy" Jones
▾ Age:
16
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Heterosexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Nostril piercing on the right nostril. She only where's 'studs' not hoops
▾ Caring ▾ Quick to point out other's faults ▾ Sweet▾ Broken & private about it▾
▾ Personality:
Sixteen and the voice of reason and peacekeeper among most of her friends, just people in general at times. 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.
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, occasionally, she believes it though it's not long before she remembers the true wreck that's her life.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
~ Listening to/writing/playing music
~ Spending time with her friends and brother
~ Scrapbooking. She's not amazing at it but she enjoys it nonetheless
~ Puzzles, of any form
~ reading
~ Archery, one again, she's not that good at it but she enjoys it nonetgeless
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
Likes:
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 in any other circumstance.
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
▾ Other:
Anything else you'd like to add
▾ Biography:
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, she grew out of that though. 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 murder that they finally divorced but now they continuously fight over custody of Lizzy and Josh and she hates it.
Joshua Nicolas Jones
Connected to: Lizzy Jones (her younger brother)
The world can be a scary place to face on your own when you're young, particularly when your parents' energy is spent on drinking and fighting. Lucky for this 9 year old, he has a Lizzy Jones as a sister. More outgoing and funloving than his older sister Joshua seems to befriend others quickly. Josh faces the world with a smile on his face and his heart on his sleeve. As a young boy his parents late night fighting matches are not distinct memories and his parents seem to try to not subject him to it. Joshua was playing with some other kids when they found the remains of a person in the ground. Not long after the police were informed Josh ran home to tell his sister of that day's discovering
Courtney Nightingale
"You can't control all the crazy stuff that happens to you. All you can control is the way you handle it."
-Amy Lee
▾ Name:
Courtney Veronica Nightingale (née Peters)
▾ Age:
29
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Hetreosexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
2 piercings on each of her ear lobes.
She has a small 'scar' on her lip from where she once had a piercing
▾ Empathic ▾ Doesn't think before she acts ▾ Outgoing▾ Stubborn ▾
▾ Personality:
Courtney is a very outgoing person, she's the kind to pull up tired moms and dads at her son's daycare and offer to take their kids to preschool and back for the next few days or take the weary parents out for coffee. The woman seems to have a rather odd amount of energy but, honestly, she's just good at hiding tiredness. (Her love of coffee's a big help). She's rather open and can be easy to talk to. She's been through quite a bit and finds it easy to relate to particularly teens going through those experiences. She's an empathic person.
Courtney is rather stubborn, once she has a view on something it's almost impossible to change her mind. Sometimes she dives head-first into something without looking further into it or thinking. This results in her getting frustrated and stressed, which she usually accidentally takes out on her friends and family. She then has a lot of trouble finding another way or trying another approach. Courtney doesn't know when to give up.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
~ Spending time with her family
~ Music- especially singing
~ Ice Skating
~ Cycling
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
Likes
~ Singing
~ Her son and husband
~ Resting
~ NOT cleaning
~ Coffee
~ Pastries (especially savoury ones)
Dislikes
~ When her house is messy
~ Cleaning
~ Drugs
~ Liquorice
~ Judgemental people
▾ Other:
~ Courtney is the counsellor at the local high school
~ She is currently 8 weeks pregnant with her second and third children (twins). She's starting has a slight bump that's not all that not obvious unless she's wearing tighter clothes
~ She is a Christian
▾ Biography:
Courtney grew up with a rather average home life in her younger years. Her mother, Michelle Peters, had a condition that gave her a very slim possibility of conceiving children so Courtney grew up an only child.
Little could be said about Courtney in her early years. She was a 'normal' kid. However, as she got older, this didn't stay the same. As she got into middle school Courtney started hanging out with the wrong crowd. From there her life was very much a 'good girl gone bad' story. She became known in the town for her 'Gothic' look and, particularly, her addiction to drugs. Particularly Ice and Heroin. She would be high extremely often and her home life became shattered because of it.
It was when she was 17 Courtney OD'd on heroin and was found passed out at Lafayette Bayou. Luckily she was found in time and the doctors able to save her. However, with medical proof if illegal drug usage, Courtney was put on trial.
In the end, due to her young age and the fact she didn't harm anyone physically while she was high, Courtney was given a 24 month sentence as long as she attended weekly therapy sessions and drug test (starting at biweekly but becoming further apart if she had no sign of drugs every time) for 3 years proceeding the sentence. Shortly after the sentence Courtney then went through a 'drug court' and successfully changed her prison sentence to time at rehabilitation institute as long as the preceeding therapy and drug checks were maintained afterwards.
In her early months particularly, Courtney found rehab tough, extremely so. She commonly experienced withdrawal symptoms but, in hindsight, Courtney considers it the best thing she's done. In Rehabilitation Courtney was visited by a pastor from the city the rehabilitation centre. He preached the gospel to her and gave her a bible. Courtney quickly gave herself to Christianity and finds relief in her God. She believes God helped her through her time in the rehabilitation centre. When she returned to town she was seen to be completely transformed and complied with the rest of the court's rulings.
Only months after starting therapy she met David Nightingale, the son of her therapist. He was only a year older than her and the pair became fast friends and, eventually, it blossomed into more.
Courtney was 21 when David proposed, with Courtney giving a positive response. Knowing his partner's love for music complete a song despite the fact he had no musical ability whatsoever, nor a decent singing voice, but Courtney found it sweet. The pair got married a year later, the day after her sentence was officially complete.
After their honeymoon Courtney, wishing to help others overcome problems she had gone through before it goes too far, decided she wanted to become a school counselor so she went straight on to doing a uni degree through an online course. She finished her master's degree only at the end of the year before and started working as a counsellor at the local high school the year just gone.
When Courtney was 25, and halfway through her bachelor degree, she found herself pregnant with a boy. The couple waited anxiously for his birth, over preparing in every way (only to find they could never really be prepared). Courtney was 26 when she she brought Tyson Jai Nightgale into the world.
Only about a month before the murder Courtney discovered she was once again pregnant. Only a week and a half prior she found put she was expecting twins and the couple soon told their son.
David Nightingale
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▾ Name:
David Lesley Nightingale
▾ Age:
30
▾ Gender:
male
▾ Sexuality:
Hetreosexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Left nostril ring. (I know there's a lobe piercing in the picture but ignore that :3)
'Tyson' tattooed on the inside of his lower right arm as shown below (in hider)
▾ Funloving ▾ Childish ▾ Caring ▾ Absent-minded ▾
▾ Personality:
David is a very free spirit. With a carefree and happy-go-lucky outlook on life he doesn't sweat the small stuff... and rarely plans for the future. David possesses a sweet heart, he's one to help kids get things from the top shelf and continually check up on others. He cares a lot for, well, everyone he knows and is extremely loyal to his loved ones. He also has great sense of humour.
At times David can be rather childish. He still makes and laughs at toilet humour and is one to pull pranks a lot. Sometimes he doesn't quite know when to stop, though his pranks are (usually) harmless. David's mind wanders like crazy and sometime it hard to keep up. Although he is loyal David terrible with deadlines and (usually) long term commitments. It's a mystery as to how he managed to not only have but maintain a marriage.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
~ Fishing
~ Listening to music
~ Spend time with his family
~ Rock-climbing
~ joking around with people and pulling simple pranks
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
Likes
~ His family
~ His wife's voice
~ Pulling pranks
~ Fishing
~ Eating
Dislikes
- Stick-in-the-muds
~ Anything Lemon flavoured
~ Greed
~ Judgemental people
~ Opera
▾ Other:
~ Works as a graphic designer and runs his business mostly online
~ Is a Christian
▾ Biography:
David is the 3rd child of 4. At a young age he proved to be cheeky and mischievous. He's often prank his siblings. His childhood was rather average and, for the most part, uneventful. As his siblings got old enough to skip town they did for bigger cities.
David had only remained in town to earn money. He lived with his parents as he studied graphic design and website design via an online course. During this he commuted to a little restaurant on the highway where he worked as a Barista. He had plans to move out, that was until chance had him getting to know one of his dad's patients.
Honestly, he had liked her for sometime before asking her to take the next step of becoming her partner. The pair married later on, the same year that David finished his degree.
After they returned he opened his business while keeping his barista job and, a couple year later was earning enough to drop the Barista job.
Tyson is the 3 year old son of David and Courtney. He is a very cheerful funloving child and gets his energy from being around others. He is, or likes to think he is at least, very observant and in the last few days he has made it very clear to his mother she's 'getting a bit fat' before consoling her that 'It's ok because there's babies growing inside her tummy making her fat!' Tyson is very proud to be a brother and tells practically everyone he meets he's going to be 'big brudda' soon. He's eager to grow up to do things like drive a car and buy toys by himself and will often tell his parents it won't be long until he can! (Ah, the naive mind of a child) |
7,131 | 200 | 8 | 2,143 | 593 | Sawyer DuPont
Sawyer's Outfit
He lay on his board, rolling himself back and forth as he nodded his head to the song that played. Sawyer sighed as his peace was interrupted by a certain kid. He squinted as his eyes adjusted so that Reyna's features could be soon. He looked up at her with a scrunched face. He raised his vape to his lips, taking a puff. He exhaled, blowing a large cloud of mango-scented vapor directly up into her face. He inhaled and closed his eyes. "Screw 'em." He mused as he lay against his board.
He reached over and grabbed his Red Bull, taking another swig. He set his can down and put his hand against her shin, pushing off and rolling himself away from her. He leaned up and stood, kicked his board into his hand, holding it by the trucks. He slid his vape into his back pocket and picked up his Red Bull. He sighed and looked back at Reyna. "Shouldn't you be in daycare or prison or somethin'?" He began walking towards the Dixie Thrift Shop, letting Reyna decide if she would follow him or not. | Sawyer DuPont
I don’t care if nicotine kills me. At this rate, the Alligator will do it first.
▾ Name:
”Name’s Sawyer Henry Dupont, but call me Sawyer. For real, only Sawyer, I’ll hit anyone that calls me Henry.
▾ Age:
”Eighteen in body, my dude.”
▾ Gender:
”Yeah… I mean it’s down there, so you know…”
▾ Sexuality:
”Definitely into girls, man.”
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
”Well my jerk of a dad gave me a scar on my back…”
▾Creative▾Kinda Rude▾ Empathetic▾Selectively Apathetic▾
▾ Personality:
Sawyer is definitely an interesting character. He was handed a very bad hand in life and plenty of daddy issues. He’s definitely a guy with a lot of internal anger that he doesn’t always know how to deal with. He finds his release in skating, smoking, vaping, weed, etc. Sometimes, however, his anger expresses itself through him shouting at walls and hitting things. He’s not a bad guy, though. He does care about his friends, but he just doesn’t always realize how much. At first glance, especially to those who don’t know him well, he can come off as a total jerk. Those who are friends with him know he’s not too bad.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Skating
Hanging out with his friends
Vaping
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Alternative Music (TOP, P!ATD, etc.)
+ Skating around town
+ Parties
+ Vape pens that smell good
- Drunks
- Bullies
- Abusive People
- Lousy Dads
▾ Other:
Sawyer’s Vape Pen. His favorite juice flavor is mango.
▾ Biography:
Sawyer's life was unfortunately never a contender to be made into a hallmark movie. His mom was only 17 when she had him, and she'd had a horrible addiction to cocaine. When she gave birth, both of the almost died, but the doctors managed to save Sawyer, though not his mother. His mother's family had long since disowned her, so Sawyer's much older father, Jacob Riter, was left to care for his son by himself, as his family was across the country. Naturally, Riter was not the picture of maturity and fatherhood, and quickly fell into an addiction to all things alcoholic. He constantly slept around in his younger years and often came home with a random girl.
This lifestyle was obviously not a great environment for Sawyer to grow up in, and he was practically forced to raise himself. His dad made sure he had food, but that was about it. On more than one occasion came home wasted and aggressive, and Sawyer became best friends with his dad's strength and often his belt. This led to many fights between them, and when Sawyer was old enough, he decided to fight back for a change. He hit his dad over the head with a whiskey bottle, but his dad was still bigger and stronger than him. He beat him to a pulp, and used a studded belt to put a long scar across Sawyer's back.
When police were alerted to this Jacob Riter was immediately arrested. Being 16 at the time, Sawyer chose to file for Child Emancipation, and was granted it. He was allowed to live by himself instead of going to foster care. About six months later, he was called by his estranged aunt Rachel, his dad's sister. She moved down to Dixie Inn to help him, even though he was legally independent. He on Wednesdays and Sundays cleaning tables at a local diner. |
7,132 | 200 | 9 | 1,097 | 889 | Reyna Smith
Reyna nearly fell straight on her ass when the boy kickd at her shins, but she kept what little composure she had. She liked his attitude but felt like his nonchalant act was a little bullshit. Nobody in this town has been so relaxed since Olivia was murdered.
"Shouldn't you be in daycare or prison or somethin'?"
Reyna scuffed and began following him inside. "I got community service for my last offense, thanks." 24 whole hours of it. She was considering forging a document or bribing somebody, but she couldn't risk giving out the money. "Aren't you supposed to be at uh--a Yu-Gi-Oh convention or something?" She really knew nothing about vape culture, but she just assumed they were all grown up hipsters that were secretly weaboos. She pushed past Sawyer and started down an aisle, the clerk glaring at her. She hadn't hit Dixie Thrift yet, and no initial plan to, but the way the employee was looking at her made her feel like she had to prove her delinquency. Reyna looked back at Sawyer. "Feel like doing something fun today or nah?" She asked with a suggestive wink. | Magdalena
"Freedom doesn't fly on the wings of a bird. It sits in a cage within me"
▾ Name:
Magdalena Lyric Weissburg, goes by "Mags" a lot
▾ Age:
17
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Too busy caught up in her troubles to really pay attention to anybody
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Regular ear piercings, but she hasn't worn any in years. To represent her love for her opposing heritages, she has the German flag tattooed on her right wrist and the South African flag on her left wrist.
▾ Observant ▾ Stubborn ▾ Protective ▾ Opinionated ▾
▾ Personality:
Mags is rather hard to understand, though she does carry some typical traits of a teenager in a small town. Wants so badly to get out, practices some reckless (and rather illegal) things, smart and promising. She can be shy to those she deems untrustworthy or suspicious, feigning her hesitancy to speak or do as anxiety or uncertainty. In reality, she just doesn't do well with trust. And the murder has done nothing to help, only making her even more selective of who she surrounds herself with. Those who do know her well could tell you that she is intelligent yet quiet still, only speaking when she finds it worth the eftort. She is flexible and willing to listen to other people's ideas, but the majority of the time, in the end, she accepts her own conclusion of the situation. Try to challenge her after she has made up her mind and her horns come out, along with her cold anger
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
She has always loved Harry Potter and reading in general. She really only delves in fiction like fantasy or sci-fi, prefering the lies over the honesty for one part of her life. She enjoys discussing these books and their hidden meanings and developing her own opinion on them. Mags also dabbles in some underage drinking and occasionally smokes some pot
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+being left alone
+free booze
+history
+her mamaw
-Lord of the Rings
-any sport but baseball
-assholes
-Plattdeutsch
▾ Other:
Her mother wanted her first name to be Lyric and her father wanted her first name to be Magdalena, but after her birth, her mom passed out so her dad took advantage of the opportunity and gave her her first name. Bring it up, and her mom will still fight with her husband about it
▾ Biography:
Born to a father from Frankfurt and a mother from Memphis, Nina has grown up with two conflicting cultures in her household. She can speak a little German (to her father's disappointment; he wanted her to be fluent, but her mother was afraid she wouldn't do as well at English) and plans on studying more in college. She moved to Dixie Inn with her parents and maternal grandmother when she was very young; her memories of Memphis are fuzy now, the streets full of people from all places now replaced by farmland occupied by familiar family faces. Her grandmother was very wise and she learned many of her personality traits from her. Her mamaw is slowly developing Alzheimer's now, her mind gradually diminshing. Heart broken by her mamaw's state, she avoids the house as much as possible, favoring the outside, where maybe she can forget about her troubles for a while. The safety and comfort of the outdoors was ruined once the murder came out; now she has to sneak around her parents, their rules becoming more and more strict since the body was found. Mags is afraid, she's not ashamed to admit that. But she's willing to do what it takes to get things done and make the town safe for the ones she loves.
Reyna Summer Smith
"I'm not a problem kid. This town is the fucking problem"
▾ Name:
Reyna Summer Smith
▾ Age:
14
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Bi-curious
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
N/A
▾ Intelligent ▾ Challenging ▾ Fierce ▾ Incompatible ▾
▾ Personality:
Reyna was a good kid for a while, but something inside her just snapped. She became vile, angry, spiteful for no good reason. Soon labeled the young delinquent of Dixie Inn, trying to fix her attitude was swept under the carpet in favor of punishing and suppressing her. She's set to become another failure of the American education system, especially because of her bright mind. One of the top ten in her grade, it baffles others how she can cause so much trouble and still have time to keep an 4.0. She doesn't have many friends, considering her destructive tendencies, but she is secretly glad for the murder, for she believes it will help her become closer with others. As much as she pretends she's a lone wolf that doesn't need anybody else, she craves friendship
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Her main deal as the town's trouble kid is destruction of property. That bitch that tore through all your crops? That was her. That asshole that smashed in your store window? Yep, her too. The dickwad who dented your car door? Don't be surprised. It's always Reyna, and she always denies it
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+Smashing things
+Lying
+Netflix
+Walking through the woods in the evening
-Being alone
-Drugs (she may have prison in her future, but she doesn't mess with that shit)
-Authority figures
-People with no common sense
Other:
I promise she's got a little kindness inside her heart; you just gotta dig deep
▾ Biography:
Reyna was born to Jack and Katelyn Smith, both born and raised in Dixie Inn as well. Katelyn was the town white trash druggie for a while, but once she had her daughter, she fixed herself up, found herself a job at Nicky's and supported her family. When Reyna was about 8, her mother relapsed, and has been addicted ever since. Jack divorced his wife but failed to take his daughter with him to live in New York; she was forced to stay in a dangerous household because the courts deemed her father "unfit" to raise her, despite the fact that her mother was a renewed addict. Katelyn lost her job at Nicky's, but Reyna and Katelyn didn't hate Nicky for it. They understood. Now living off food stamps and social security, they were barely scraping by. Nobody outside of the family (and Nicky) knew what was going on. Whenever Katelyn would pass out, Reyna couldn't get her to wake up, so she would start breaking things in frustration to try and get her mother's attention. The method didn't work, but it soon leaked into her school life, making destruction a daily habit. She still lives with her mother now, and with their relationship with Nicky, it struck close to home. Even though they had feuds in the past, Reyna has offered to help Nicky however she can, for old time's sake |
7,133 | 200 | 10 | 92 | 2,185 | Arthur Collins
Interacting With : No one
Arthur put down his cup of coffee as he listened to the news. Today he was at his main office doing some paperwork before leaving for the funeral, but his mind wasn't very focused right now. He pushed himself away from his desk and picked up the phone on his desk. He sat there thinking for a while contemplating what to do.
After a moment he finally decided what his course of action would be. He called his secretary and when she answered he said, "Mrs. Garrison, after the funeral could you get me a list of all the PI's within 100 miles of Dixie Inn."
"Yes sir. I will do just that, but don't you think that is a little far?"
"Maybe, but if they are good enough I will compensate them."
"Alright then. Are you going to the funeral, sir?"
Arthur looked at his watch then answered, "Yes, I feel I should pay my respects. Losing someone is a horrible thing. Especially this way." After that Arthur soon finished the conversation with his secretary. He collected his things then finished his coffee placing the mug back over at the coffee machine in his office. Mrs. Garrison would clean that when she arrived, and he needed to go. Walking out of the office he made his way towards the exit. Once outside he looked around and breathed in the very familiar air. However, with recent events it didn't quite smell as familiar as it use to. Within this town was something dark. Festering into a kind of danger that no one should ever deal with. Just the probability that it would happen in a place like this was highly unlikely.
It was unfortunate, but the town needed to get through with this funeral soon so that focus could be set to resolving this issue. Arthur walked to his car and then began driving in the direction of where the funeral would be held. | Arthur Kenelm Collins
"Train yourself to let go of the things you fear to lose."-George Lucas
▾ Name:
"My name is Arthur Kenelm Collins. You may call me Mr. Collins though."
▾ Age:
"I turned 30 three months ago."
▾ Gender:
"Is there an issue with your eyes? I'm obviously a male."
▾ Sexuality:
"I am heterosexual."
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
"I have no body piercings or tattoos. They disgust me. I do have a small scar on the back of my head from when I was a child."
▾ Industrious ▾ Parsimonious ▾ Pertinacious ▾ Absolutist ▾
▾ Personality:
Arthur is a very economically and industriously minded individual. He doesn't like spending his money on anything unless it might potentially get him more money or it is to further benefit the world and the less fortunate, which in his mind will potentially bring him more money. Arthur will do his best to gain a profit in any situation no matter what it is.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Arthur pretty much loves doing anything that causes him to gain money. He spends his morning getting ready for the day and works from home managing his various properties. He even does this on Saturdays and Sundays. During his afternoons he visits the various businesses around town checking up on his properties or trying to acquire new ones. Other than that he doesn't really do much. Sometimes he'll spend time with the people around town, but it usually is only if he's invited. He will sometimes go out of his way to participate in big events around town.
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Waking Early
+ Coffee
+ Chinese Food
+ Dressing His Best No Matter the Circumstance
+ Classical Music
- Slothful Individuals
- Indecisiveness
- Wasteful Spending
- Rap/Rock/R&B
- Politicians
▾ Other:
The only reasons Arthur is primarily working out of Dixie Inn is because it was his mothers hometown and because it is far easier to own everything when there is less competition.(There a still some holdouts.) Think Mr. Potter from It's a Wonderful Life except nicer.
▾ Biography:
Arthur wasn't born to a family that had much. His father was a farmer and so was he and his two brothers. Except his brothers were much older than he was and he barely had any relationship with them. He was closest to his sister which was about four years older than he was. Arthur hated the life of a farmer but it did instill in him a few of his more important traits.
Despite his circumstances he saved up all the money he ever got, rarely spending any of it, in hopes of paying for some way to get himself a better situation. Even after some hardships in his life, Arthur used his money and his high intellect to get into a high level university on a scholarship. Studying business became his primary focus and he practically stopped speaking to his family other than his mother.
Not to long before Arthur finished with his studies his father died. When this happened his mother moved back to Dixie Inn. Once he graduated, Arthur moved to his mothers hometown to look after her and started up a meager business in the tiny town. Years later Arthur has a hand in a large number of the businesses in the town. Also, the unfortunate event of his mothers death happened a few weeks before Arthur's 30th birthday.
Mitchell Harris Hill
"If you’re happy, then I’m happy. When you make someone happy, you make yourself a little happier too. If you’re happy, I’m happy. If I’m happy, you’re happy. And that repeats over and over, making a happiness spiral!"-Komari Kamikita from Little Busters!
▾ Name:
"Hi. My name's Mitchell, but everyone calls me Micky."
▾ Age:
"I'm 10 years old. Finally reached double digits."
▾ Gender:
"Oh, I'm a boy."
▾ Sexuality:
"What does that word mean?"
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
"All of those sound like they would hurt."
▾ Friendly ▾ Naive ▾ Energetic ▾ Short Attention Span ▾
▾ Personality:
Micky is an extremely active kid. He has always been highly energetic. He loves exploring his surroundings and meeting new people. He is one of the friendliest people one could meet. He considers everyone around him a friend even if they make a point that they aren't. He is very trusting nearing on the edge of gullible. He isn't even that complex of an individual. He knows what he wants, says what he wants, and has no screen between his brain and his mouth. Just talking to him for about 10 minutes and you'll be able to understand him fairly well.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Being a Hill, Micky's blood is practically infused with competitive spirit. He loves all sorts of games from sports, video games, board games, party games, and the likes. He also will do his absolute best to win even if he doesn't stand a chance. He loves the games but he just kinda sucks at them. Another hobby, if you can call it that, is the action of just doing what a little brother should do. Being aa pest to his older brothers and sisters is something that he'd wake up early to do. From pranks to digging through their stuff. He practically considers it his job to be an absolute pest.
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Baseball
+ Pizza
+ Pestering his siblings
+ Biking
+ Any kind of game
- Getting in trouble
- Arguing
- Broccoli
- Anyone who is rude or mean to his family
- Solitude
▾ Other:
Micky is an extreme social butterfly. He can't stand not being around others.
▾ Biography:
Micky was born as the youngest child to a fairly sizable family. His parents are Nathan and Taylor Hill. He has two brothers and three sisters even though one of his sisters is adopted. Micky grew up in an extremely loving home. Everyone looked out for another and cared for the other. Whenever his parents weren't around his oldest siblings seemed more like parents at times because of how much they looked out for their younger siblings. It was such a nurturing environment and his family protected him and the other youngest child from all the bad in the world. This protection is the main reason for Micky's naivety and gullibility. Yet, this is all that can really be said about Micky since he is so young. His history is short but the pages are written each day.
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Nathan and Taylor are both loving and adoring parents. They are strict on their kids but not harsh. Nathan is competitive, stubborn, and a little hot-headed at times. Taylor is soft spoken, sweet, caring, and very smart on which battles she should fight. At the start of the rp the two are 51 and 48 respectively. Nathan is an Assistant Pastor to a church that is 45 minutes away in his hometown. He also coaches Rec sports anytime one of his children participates and does various work for the elderly of Dixie Inn whether it be yardwork, picking up groceries, or any sort of task they are willing to pay him for. Taylor is an Elementary teacher in the local school.
With their children they are very supportive. They've encouraged their children to chase after their dreams no matter what they be at least once in their life. With Ollie, Lemon, and Alex they are chasing their dreams and are still young enough that they have time to see if it will work out or not. With Kiley she stays at home studying via the internet and helping her parents. Sadie and Micky have yet to realize what their dreams are and Nathan and Taylor do as much as they can to help them find their desires.
Not even sure if this passes as a 22 year old.
Ollie is the oldest child of Nathan and Taylor Hill. He is a major sports fanatic and extremely competitive, just like most Hill's. From the very moment that Ollie picked up a baseball he pretty much fell in love. He barely had time for any other sports. He was amazing in middle school, but by the time he got to high school people started considering him the best pitcher that Dixie Inn has ever seen. Nathan always joked that Ollie got his skill from his father, but Ollie far outclassed his dad. From how supportive his parents were Ollie decided to skip college and go straight into the Pros. Despite the difference in age he cares about all his siblings equally and acts as the super over protective brother a lot. He also was a friend of Olivia. Currently he is in Nashville playing for the Nashville Sounds. He nearly dropped everything and rushed to Dixie Inn until his parents and girlfriend convinced him otherwise.
Lemon is the second oldest of the Hill family. She defiantly got the competitive gene but it got translated more towards video games as opposed to sports. Sure she likes sports but she prefers the online competitive scene much more. Out of all of the siblings, Lemon and Micky are the most similar. Both are heavy optimistist and both are gullible. They are the most friendly of all the Hill siblings. However, something bad did happen to Lemon when she was 15. One night when Lemon had disobeyed her parents and went to a party a boy who had been heavily drinking followed her out of the house when she called Ollie to come pick her up. Long story short, the boy tried to hurt her in a really bad way, but Ollie showed up just in time to stop him. Now Lemon suffers from Androphobia except for when it comes to her family. She also occasionally has panic attacks. Now as a 20 year old though she, Alex, and one of their cousins live as roommates near Los Angeles. Lemon powers through her issues and is studying to become a computer programmer while also making youtube videos forcing Alex and their cousin to participate.
Alex is one half of the 19 year old twins of the Hill family. He and Ollie always compete no matter what it is. With Lemon he teases and pesters her, but she gets payback by crushing him in whatever game they play besides racing games. Kiley and Alex are obvious opposites to the family and anyone close to them despite seeming so similar. He also looks heavily after Sadie and Micky threatening to jab anyone in the throat that hurts them. However, to anyone else that's not family or friend Alex seems cold and standoffish. He truly does care for his family and friends standing by them til the end. Currently, Alex lives near Los Angeles with Lemon and one of their cousins. He has a part time job at the closest mall while also studying theater arts.
The other half of the 19 year old twins from the Hill family, Kiley is like the second mother to all of them whenever Taylor isn't around. Also Kiley seemingly didn't get any of the competitive spirit from their dad's side of the family. She's also the most level headed of all the Hills but is the most shy. She doesn't have many friends outside of her siblings and those they hang with. Any time they are away from the house and another one of them or their parents are around she tends to follow right behind like a scared puppy. She gets embarrassed and flustered really easily. She is very much a natural caretaker and the only time she isn't shy is when she gets to take care of kids. She can't get enough of them. ESPECIALLY babies. Her and Sadie bond particularly well do to Sadie taking more after her than any one else in the family. Kiley currently lives at home studying online to become a Pediatrician. She knows she'll eventually have to go to an actual location of study, and she dreads it. For now though she is comfortable at home and working at the daycare. Well except that the whole Alligator business scares her nearly to death.
As the 14 year old Sadie is the only one not born a Hill she has moments of doubt that she belongs. However, all the rest are quick to assure her that they love her as much as they love the rest. Typically though she is loving and upbeat about everything. She isn't really an optimist nor is she a pessimist it's more like she walks the middle road of the spectrum in regards to that. She looks up to her older siblings for how they so easily accepted her into their family, and desires to keep Micky safe from any harm and practically treats him like a walking doll even though she's 14. She rarely speaks about her past to anyone, mainly due to how she barely remembers anything, because of how tragic a circumstance it was. As a 7 year old she lost everything and everyone. It was by sheer luck that the Hills showed up at the Children's Hospital she was in. Quickly she became attached to both Kiley and Alex because the two didn't ask her what happened, but rather just spent time with her so that she wouldn't be alone. She was utterly surprised that this large family would even consider adopting her let alone actually doing so. Everyday she has done as much in her power to repay them and everyday they tell her that all the payment they need is seeing her bright big smile. She doesn't know what she wants to do with the rest of her life, but she does know that whatever may come she will have a family that loves her no matter what. |
7,134 | 200 | 11 | 1,570 | 4,040 | July 1st, Saturday. 2017.
"What do you mean the feed was cut? For fucks sake."
Chief Craig Hamming stepped down as several people apologized. He smoothed down his mustache, as his worn hands swept his lower half of his face. This had been one of his biggest cases yet, and so close to his retirement. Hamming had no doubt in his mind that this was an act of foul play. The chunk out of the girl's skin was too small to be that of any bayou living creature. The teeth marks were clearly human, but no one wanted to mention it. Why? "Did we get any DNA off that broad yet?" Hamming spoke over to one of his colleagues, as he reached into his car and lit a cigar. He huffed and puffed on it a bit as he spoke to him, shaking his head not hearing exactly what he wanted to hear. "Oh well, we'll find the bastard! Won't we boys? Soggy pussy ain't new around here." a cackle escaped from the men before it was dead silent.
"Excuse me."
The faint voice of Nicole Ramirez holding back tears as she looked up at Hamming, "O-our family would like to invite the force over to the restaurant before we proceed with my daughter's funeral today. To say our thank you for your work." She could barely finish her sentence before she broke out into tears. She walked back to her car as quickly as she could, her younger daughter quickly following suit. Mortified, Hamming cleared his throat, and nodded to everyone as they silently made their trek to the restaurant.
After a very awkward late breakfast, the family, the police force, many Dixie Inn residents, and even the Mayor attended the funeral of Olivia Ramirez. Despite every thing... the service was beautiful. Nicole was in awe of how many people came to the funeral, exchanging encouraging words and embraces. Times were hard but with the right support system, mountains could be conquered.
With her lips painted red, a small smile formed as her younger brother gave his morning greeting. "Morning' baby brotherrrr." she called back, cheerfully. She hadn't any reason to really have smacked her brother the way she did this morning. Sometimes with siblings you just have the urge to smack them, and this was one of those mornings. It was out of love- if anything.
Digging into her food, an alert went off on her phone signaling a text message. Mr. Sinclaire glared at Bailey. "No phones while we're breakfast kiddo, you know the rules." Bailey nodded, "Sorry pa. I'll turn it off." She pretended to turn it off as she slid it into her lap, and peeked at the message.
Hey, you doing anything today?
Mags.
Bailey grinned, her eyes glancing up quickly to make sure both her parents were not looking so she could effectively reply to her friend. She made eye contact with Shawn briefly, sticking her tongue out. The coast was clear. Quickly she swiped her fingers across her phone to reply.
I ain't doing shiiiiit. Let's do something fun? (:
She sent it back, giving another look up to see her father's eyes looking into hers. "Bailey Renee.." he started before his own phone started to go off. Mrs. Sinclaire gave a chuckle, as the rules were slightly bent. "Excuse me, I have to take this..." he said as he got up from the table and went into their family room to answer the phone. Mrs. Sinclaire, turned to Bailey and Shawn giving a gentle smile as she begin to clear some of the empty plates and bringing them to the sink to be washed. "I hope every thing was good, and that you both have a fun day planned ahead of you. Please make safe and wise choices today. Your father and I didn't have plans to go to the funeral as we don't know the Ramirez family all that well, but we sent our condolences."
Bailey had forgotten about the funeral completely.
She hadn't known Olivia very well, her being a bit older than she was, but she had gone to the restaurant a few times with her friends and knew of the girl. Even if you hadn't known Olivia before the incident her name was plastered everywhere and in the conversation of every person you spoke to in town. It was kind of discouraging that someone that supposedly was so great, was only being talked about after she died rather than before. "Mags and I are going to go do something, I'm not sure what. Not sure if we're going to go to the funeral." she shrugged her shoulders. She didn't think too much about it admittedly.
Sending another text to Mags:
We gonna go to the funeral? Not how I want to spend my free weekend but... idk
She pressed send, before clearing her own plate. Knowing it would make her mom happy she began to do the dishes, soaping them up with scalding hot water and rinsing them. "Thanks hun" Mrs. Sinclaire said, giving her a daughter a kiss on the cheek before she left the kitchen and joined her husband in the den to see what his phone call was pertaining to. Looking at Shawn, Bailey raised her eyebrows, "Were your friends gonna go? I'm kind of scared. I ain't been to a funeral since grandpa died, and that was when you were like still shitting your boots." Bailey teased. Her memories flooded back, remembering her dad lifting her up to see her grandpa's face in the casket. She shook her head, instantly wanting a cigarette. She reminded herself she would need to grab her pack before she left to meet up with Mags. | Bailey Renee Sinclaire
Throw the left hand, you duck that one, this right bitch won't miss you.
▾ Name:
Bailey Renee Sinclaire
▾ Age:
Seventeen
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Heterosexual
▾ Relationship Status:
Single
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Basic ear lobe piercing on both ears.
▾ Passionate ▾ Impulsive ▾ Charismatic ▾ Unreliable ▾
▾ Personality:
Bailey is a very fun loving teenager, who has been grounded most of her life for doing something her parents didn't want her to. She loves hard, and takes care of her friends extremely well- that is..when she remembers to call them or show up at the place she was told to meet at. Her mouth gets her in trouble more often than not, and she is the one to start swinging first in a fight. If she doesn't like you, she will let you know right to your face. First impressions definitely aren't Bailey's strong point.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Bailey enjoys the rush of partying late at night with her friends and strangers alike. She drinks, smokes, and has experimented with a few drugs- though she didn't really like the outcome of them so hasn't done any recently. She likes driving around town in her old rusted blue truck that her grandfather had given to her for her sixteenth birthday present. She loves swimming, and can often be found at the various lakes and swimming pools spread out around town- her bathing suit practically part of her daily attire. She doesn't like to talk about it, but she has interest in musicals and actually wants to go to college for the arts when she graduates high school next year.
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Sleeping in late
+ Coke and Whiskey
+ Homecooked meals
+ Swimming
+ Musical theater
- Small cars
- Texting
- Chapped lips
- Watching the news
- Being grounded..always
▾ Other:
Allergic to cats.
▾ Biography:
Born and raised in the deep south to Baker and Gloria Sinclaire, Bailey was brought up as an only child until her younger brother was born. She was destined to be a sweet southern belle but all of that training really went out the window the moment she turned thirteen. The family still however attends church every Sunday, arriving early and staying late. Her parents both work at the high school: her father as a janitor and her mother as a secretary in the main office. You'd think this would motivate Bailey to do well in school, but the only thing it really did was make it more accessible to get hall passes and excuses to leave class.
Besides school, Bailey spends most of her time wrapped up in her social life with her friends or bugging her little brother. Though her group is filled to the brim with the trouble makers of the town, you can tell they really care about one another and have been extremely loyal to one another during the hard times too. Summer time was sure to bring a whole lot of trouble and fun to them all. If she isn't grounded for most of it. |
7,135 | 200 | 12 | 1,527 | 470 | Shawn Oliver SinclaireOutfit
Interacting with: Bailey(), Texting Caleb()
After the prayer and once everyone began to eat, Shawn turned his phone to silent, which was generally the norm for him. It made him smirk when just seconds later his sister's phone went off, to which she recieved the same small lecture of no phones during breakfast. It made Shawn giggle under his breath at his sister, though this was hardly the first time she didn't pay the rules mind. As he took another bite of food, he glanced up to make eye contact with her, to which she stuck her tongue out at him before starting her 'secret' texting. He just rolled his eyes at her, shaking his head slightly in disapproval at her.
It was almost an awesome moment for Shawn when he saw dad staring at Bailey, and the anticipation of a bust was almost too good to be true, which it ultimately proved to be just that... Too good to be true. It was almost a role reversal, where this time dad was the one busted because his phone rang. It even seemed mom had taken notice and giggled, but it made Shawn slightly sad that the bust didn't go through. He'd get his revenge from the slap earlier, or at least see her get in trouble. It wasn't a matter of if she would, it was just a matter of when, and he'd be there when it would happen to watch the bust unfold.
When breakfast finally ended and he washed his own plate after Bailey, she looked at him once the parents were in the other room to ask him what he was doing with his friends.
"I ain't sure yet, sis. I still gotta check what Caleb texted and see if he had something in mind, ya know?"
The texts!! His phone had vibrated on several occasions during breakfast, and as soon as he answered Bailey he pulled his phone out to reveal the two longer texts from his friend. He winced slightly, unsure of what to say or do. He hadn't planned on anyone coming over... But it was Caleb, and he's come over a lot... Usually whenever Shawn said he'd just stay home too. Odd that works. Regardless, he began to text his friend.
Oh, uh, okay? I wasn't really planning on having someone over... But... I'll need to ask my parents. I don't think they'd mind since you come over a lot, but it'd be best if I do just because I don't want to get in trouble.
I'm sorry this was a bit late btw, I can't txt at breakfast and just finished. Movie is alright so long as it isn't some horror movie... Not with what happened. Our family isn't going, we didn't really know them that well and my sis is scared to go lol. I'll txt back when I know if you can come in or not.
With that, he made his way to the den, waiting patiently for his parents to finish their conversation so that he could ask them if Caleb could come over. | Shawn Oliver Sinclaire
Be decisive. Right or wrong, at least make a decision!
▾ Name:
Shawn Oliver Sinclaire
▾ Age:
15
▾ Gender:
Male
▾ Sexuality:
Bisexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
N/A
▾ Rational ▾ Insecure ▾ Tenatious ▾ Pessimistic ▾
▾ Personality:
Unlike his sister, Shawn often likes to live by the books. He does what he needs to and works hard to get good grades, to which he seldom tries to follow his sister's example. He hates indecision, but often finds himself withdrawing from hanging out with friends due to talking himself out of them as he often can imagine a bad outcome. Instead, he's often found at home or with his family. He does his best to think with his brain, but once you get to know him, he tends to be somewhat sarcastic and smile, letting some of his emotions show. Though when it comes to love, he's often too shy to make any attempt, instead silently watching from a distance or daydreaming... Though fear is often when he acts irrationally or selfish.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Shawn enjoys a simple life of staying at home with video games, books, and a bit of music here and there. He also doesn't mind to help clean around the house or help his mom cook meals. He very much wants to try doing something at least once, though he often talks himself out of the risky or looked down upon actions that his parents would not approve of. He doesn't mind playing Tennis or running, though he seldom does so outside of school. He likes to sing at church and has shown an interest of joining the choir when he gets older, and had even joined the school's small choir. This summer, he sees a lot of video games, reading books, and helping around the house in his future.
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Helping cook/Helping in general
+ Reading a book
+ Video Games
+ Running
+ Singing/Music
- Scary Movies/Jumpscares
- Getting into trouble
- Losing his cool
- Staying up late
- Waking up Early
▾ Other:
He's allergic to peanut butter.
▾ Biography:
Born a couple years after his sister Bailey, Shawn's path was set in a very similar way that his sister's was. Raised on hard work, dedication, and a whole lotta church, it continued to stick with him for the most part when he became a teenager. Having watched their daughter take a complete turn when she became one, his parents did their best to focus their efforts on Shawn so that he wouldn't follow that same pattern. He did his best to live up to his parent's standards, and as such was often a 4.0 student in his attempts to impress them, but often felt he always fell short of their expectations. This often made him fearful of not getting their approval, though he'd always put on a happy face to keep them off his back.
While he's gotten used to his sister's bugging by now, he can't help but roll his eyes or tease her for being grounded a majority of the time. Just siblings being siblings. Otherwise, before summer, he had went to a sleepover with one of his friends from school. There, they almost had a sappy love moment, but ultimately it was Shawn who stopped it and said he wanted to just be friends, believing it would only cause problems for the both of them. He's been dealthy afraid of his parents finding out about the close call and his weakness in the moment, but is thankful so far that no one has found out nor that his friend has said anything. Instead, he looks forward to a slow paced, relaxing summer. |
7,136 | 200 | 13 | 1,611 | 644 | "I love heights. I love speed. I'm on the verge of being a pyromaniac. Maybe my phobia is boredom."
outfit
Shauna woke up with a tear stained pillow, a sense of dread and "impending doom" weighing on her chest. Not only did today mark one week since her cousin Olivia's untimely death, but it also marked the day of her funeral. Ever since the young woman's remains had been found in the muck of Lafayette Bayou, it was as if the world as Shauna knew it came crashing down. Before Olivia passed, Shauna had not yet known the pain of losing a loved one, and hadn't been expecting to any time soon. The two young women were never as close as they could have been, Olivia having always been a bit critical of Shauna's "wild" and reckless demeanor, but they were still blood relatives and loved each other regardless. Naturally, the news came as a great shock to the entire family, but as the days went on, Shauna just couldn't shake the heart-breaking feeling of regret and guilt.
"I should've talked to her more," Shauna said through sobs as she buried her head into her mother's bosom, "I should've called more often and asked her about her day. I should have been a better cousin." She repeated these words over and over the night her mother broke the news, and even as she sat at the edge of her bed on this early, grim Saturday morning, she couldn't help but recite them again in her head.
The rising sun shot rays of light through Shauna's bedroom window, warming her body as she slowly made her way around the room, throwing articles of clothing onto her bedspread: a black dress, black heels, a black purse, and black stockings. Shauna's mother had brought the ensemble home the day before the funeral along with a black suit for her father, knowing that neither one of them had even owned a pair of black socks, let alone an entire outfit. Shauna got dressed and "fixed up" in less than twenty minutes, not bothering to put on any makeup in fear of what her face would have looked like after all the tears. After taking one last look in the mirror, Shauna made her way downstairs to the kitchen, spotting a note left by her parents pinned to the fridge. Both of her parents had left before Shauna woke up, wanting to go eat Breakfast with the rest of the family at Nicky's before the funeral. The two must have known that Shauna would not have been able to eat a bite of food that morning, which she didn't.
Shauna drove to the funeral in her BMW, going just a bit over the speed limit as usual. By the time she arrived, both of her parents were outside waiting for her. "Just go on inside," she said as she approached them, "I need a few minutes." Her parents just nodded their heads and silently went inside, leaving Shauna standing not too far from the entrance. She stood still for a few moments, her eyes staring down at her shiny black heels. Shauna had always been more spiritual than religious. Hell, she wasn't even sure if she believed that there was a God, but she simply couldn't help herself from wondering if Olivia was up in "heaven" somewhere, looking down at all of them. But then she entered the church and she saw her big cousin's body laying still in the casket, and the only thought that remained in Shauna's mind was, "We're going to find the motherfucker who did this to you. I promise." | "I love heights. I love speed. I'm on the verge of being a pyromaniac. Maybe my phobia is boredom."
▾ Name:
Shauna Martina Jenkins
"It's just Shaun."
▾ Age:
Seventeen
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Bisexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Lobe piercing in both ears, two nose piercings, and five tattoos on her legs.
▾ Dependable ▾ Short-Tempered ▾ Goofy ▾ Careless ▾
▾ Personality:
If you had to describe Shaun in one word, most people would choose terms along the lines of "fun", "comical" or "witty". A textbook extrovert, Shaun loves to chat with people (unless she's having a bad day, in which case she'll lean towards negativity and passive-aggression), make others laugh, and tends to be genuinely friendly. She does not shy away from talking to strangers. Shaun is a seemingly calm and laid-back girl, yet is by no means a pushover. She can more than take care of herself, but is smart enough to know when to pick a fight and when to let something go. She is someone who isn't weighed down by the troubles of everyday life, is not restricted by other people's opinions, and is always herself regardless of the situation. Shaun is also an adventurous thrill-seeker, and will often times dare to go farther than others when in dangerous/life-threatening situations.
She is confident in herself and her actions, often to a fault. She is very opinionated, has trouble asking for help, and hates admitting when she's wrong. When things don't go as she planned or in a positive direction, she can get frustrated very easily. Shaun also has a bit of a "potty mouth," and uses profanity even when she isn't trying to. She also has a lot of trouble controlling her temper, and whenever someone pushes her to her limit, she'll snap; it will often result in her yelling a large number of obscene words, throwing objects, and even going as far as to get physical. Despite all of her shortcomings, there's no denying that Shaun is usually kind and dependable. If you ask her to meet you somewhere, she will be there; if she promises to do something, she will do it; if you ask her for help, she will do everything in her power to assist. Underneath the frustrated sighs and eye-rolls lies a person who's kind and caring at the core.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
▾Playing Basketball
▾Dancing
▾Binge watching TV shows
▾Smoking Weed
▾Racing Cars
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
▾Making others laugh
▾Cars
▾Watching Sports
▾90's Cartoons
▾Bad smells (and bad smelling people)
▾Most junk food
▾Mouth Breathers
▾Tense/Bad Situations
▾ Other:
She drives a BMW 540i
▾ Biography:
Born as the only child of two New York City natives, Shauna came up extremely spoiled. From the very moment she was born, the young girl got almost everything she wanted, whether it be a doll or clothing item she spotted in the mall, or a shiny new car from the local dealership. Even though her parents weren't the most fortunate, she was often rewarded for her outstanding performance in school and extracurricular activities. Despite being coddled since birth, Shauna grew to be a very humbled and kind young lady. She never got into too much trouble with her parents, and (almost) always abided by their rules. Because of the great deal of trust between she and her parents, Shaun has managed to get away with quite a lot without her parents ever finding out, such as doing crazy stunts and dares with her friends, smoking weed on the roof, and even racing cars in the middle of the night.
Ever since Shaun was sixteen, she has worked part-time at her Aunt Nicole's Mexican restaurant, and spends the majority of her free time helping her dad out in his auto repair shop or shooting hoops at the school gym. Because of her good grades, it is likely that she will get into a good college after she graduates next year. Although many of her friends are "jocks" or "stoners," Shaun gets along with everybody and never fails at putting a smile on someone's face. The recent discovery of her cousin's death came as a great shock to the entire family, including Shaun who used to look up to the young woman. |
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Jess wasn't a stranger to funerals, she didn't try make herself too familiar with them either all the same. As far as funerals went, the service was beautiful, the weather was forgiving for this far south when everyone was dressed in black and it was the middle of the summer.
Leith didn't shed tears, but she knew he held them back tightly, the tense set of his jaw, she couldn't but notice. When had her boy become a man? It had happened before her eyes and she'd never really seen it, even when his voice broke, when he shot up in a particularly rapid growth spurt, not even when he grew out some facial hair ... Those had all been physical changes but he was still the same placid child at heart. That child had been pleasant, but empathetic, easily moved to tears when any person or animal was in pain, a sensitive soul, hardened now, putting on a brave face as society told him men ought to. He'd had his silent sob in the quiet privacy of his bedroom, and perhaps he'd shed another tear or two again when he was away somewhere quiet with his thoughts.
The church was largely empty as they'd arrived a little early. Jess sought out Nicky, offering a supportive shoulder to cry on, volunteering to take care of the restaurant in Nicky's absence if she ever needed to take a day or even a whole weekend off.
"You helped me and my family out, and you're a dear friend. Anything you need, any time, you know where my house is and you're always welcome"
Comforting Nicky gave Leith a chance to have his own quiet parting with Olivia ... a chance to say some goodbyes to the girl who had practically been a big sister to him when he was starting school.
Leith wasn't exactly one to pray ... or be religious ... God hates fags was the message he'd heard from those hardcore folks. It seemed a bit hypocritical to pray to a God that hated him, especially if he was praying for his friends sake ... He didn't know what happened after death, but he didn't want to screw it up for Olivia if there was a better place to go to.
"We're going to find the motherfucker who did this to you. I promise."
"Damn right we will." Leith bristled a little ... just thinking about what happened, how those kids had found her- It was enough to make his skin crawl. No one deserved this, much less Olivia.
He took a minute to gather himself, taking in a deep breath and exhaling, before turning to Shauna.
"Sorry for your loss" Leith shuffled a little awkwardly. "Sorry for your loss" was just a basic funeral courtesy ... but it felt so hollow, repeating the same words everyone said at every funeral ever, even though they had good intentions and offered sympathy. Leith just wished there was some way to show just how much he meant it. Just how much he was saddened to lose her.
"She musta meant a lot to ya' ... She was good at that ... Lovin' people and bein' loved by people." he sighed.
Shauna's dad owned the garage Leith worked in ... really, his family owed Shauna and Olivia's parents a bunch. Leith's mom worked in Nicky's restaurant for ages, Nicky had been the most understanding boss anyone could ever ask for, certainly cut her a lot more slack than she deserved sometimes, others would have fired a moody young single mother who stressed and snapped. Nicky wasn't like that. She'd been sweet to Leith and encouraged Olivia to play with him and help him with his homework. And Shauna's family ... well, when Leith was a rebellious teen, full of frustrations and anger, well, he put Leith to work in the garage. He learned a trade, worked out his frustrations, and when he finally came out and calmed down, he had a nice little job going.
Leith felt he sort of owed it to Olivia and Shauna in a way, his mom was kind to their parents, he wasn't exactly sure what to do, but he could be good and helpful to Shauna at least.
"How you holdin'up?" he asked, wondering if it was a totally dumb question or if he was being helpful or just annoying... | Leith
Wait, you mean you didn't know Italian Spiderman was actually made in Australia?
▾ Name: Leith
Leith Matteo Meyer
▾ Age:
19
▾ Gender:
Male
▾ Sexuality:
Homosexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Nope.
▾ Humble ▾ Indecisive ▾ Generous ▾ Unassertive ▾
▾ Personality:
Leith is a mommas boy at heart. A real sweetheart, he likes to help people out and most would say he's honestly the sweetest boy on earth. He's not without his shortcomings however. During his teenage years, Leith was disruptive in class and a bit of a troublemaker. His acting out was largely due to his conflicting feelings regarding his sexuality as he began to discover he wasn't attracted to girls. When he finally came out and learned to love himself a little more, he returned to the sweet boy he'd been before, heck, moreso even, he was now more humbled.
He's a bit of a prude in a way. Not that he's utterly virginal, but he absolutely can't stand foul language and can't help but cringe when someone swears, he himself never cusses. He generally keeps to himself but is also quick to offer a helping hand and be outgoing. He loves his friends dearly and he's a soft, old-school hopeless romantic at heart. His biggest issue is probably his indecision. Leith tries to please everyone and often fails to satisfy ANYONE by trying to keep everyone happy. He's easily manipulated because he tries to be a people pleaser. His relationship with his step-father is tense. He tends to have conflicting emotions regarding the men in his life and at times his rejection at the hands of his biological father rears its ugly head and threatens his relationships.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Repairing engines. He doesn't care about fancy new models or luxury cars, he likes fixer-uppers. He likes reading comicbooks and watching low budget "awful" movies (the worse the movie, the better!). He's outdoorsy and sporty and would happily spend every weekend swimming in the creek or camping and singing round a campfire with friends.
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ comics
+ cars
+ cute boys
+ outdoors
- swearing
- taking sides/fights
- bad coffee
- stepdad (sometimes)
▾ Other:
He's left handed, bears a striking resemblance to his biological father, works in the local auto-repair garage. He was somewhat close to the victim (Olivia) because sometimes after school he would sit in Nicky's while his mom worked and she would help him with his homework and she was probably the second or third person he came out to (after his mom) because she had such a warm, kind temperament. He's been very unsettled by her gruesome and untimely death.
▾ Biography:
The end-product of a teenage pregnancy ... Leith had a pretty decent childhood though, his mother Jessica, done a good job and she was heavily supported by Leith's maternal-grandparents.
His father (who was from an Italian family, hence Leith's half-Italian heritage) didn't stick around and this rejection at the hands of his father has always lingered with Leith.
Leith was about 12 when he began to think he was different and by 14 he was 100% sure he was gay and that made him miserable.
He was troublesome in school even though he was quite popular in his class and well liked by his peers. His mom didn't know what to do. Teachers said he was clever but kept causing disruptions and didn't do his homework. He fought with his step-dad and was disagreeable, so much unlike the sweet, quiet child Jessica had once known.
Things got a lot better when Leith finally confided in his that he was gay and was scared she'd kick him out and reject him like his father did, afraid his friends would turn on him and his life would be ruined. She accepted him and supported him although it wasn't always easy on her, especially in a small, religious town. Regardless, Jess put on a brave face because deep down, even though she didn't mean to get pregnant at 17, she was happy with her life, her family, and she loved Leith to death.
After coming out things began to look a lot better for Leith. He lost some friends in school, but surprisingly, he had a few supporters and homophobic bullying didn't really harm him. While he studied, he became an apprentice mechanic at the local auto-repair shop and thoroughly enjoyed it. Jess wanted him to go to college, she'd had a chance and lost it and didn't want it to happen to her son, but he seemed content Dixie fixing cars. It was his own real serious interest he didn't have any huge ambitions. She urged him to consider college, perhaps he'd like engineering. In the end, he was awarded a sports scholarship, but he could defer it for a couple of years.
Jessica
Come on in, make yourself at home, there's always room here.
▾ Name: Jessica
Jessica Grace McAdam
▾ Age:
36
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Heterosexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Nope.
▾ Homely ▾ Sometimes Strict ▾ Loving ▾ Smothering ▾
▾ Personality:
Jess tries to be Super-Mom, and for the most part, she doesnt' do half bad, but she's certainly not perfect. She's not as mature as other mums, at least, she wasn't when Leith was young, but now she's older and wiser but sometimes she still finds herself out of her depth. She relies a lot on her husband for support, advice and insight. Sometimes she can be a bit of a soft touch, particularly with Leith because they have a unique bond. She loves her family and her home and is very house-proud. Sometimes she can be a bit bratty to the neighbours, they are roughly the same age, except instead of having teenagers and young adult kids, their kids are just starting school (in the 2-10 age range), she feels she has a lot to prove because she's still trapped in the 80's when people looked down on girls getting pregnant at a young age, or having kids with different fathers.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Baking, pinterest, making crafts, gardening, animals, her "Book Club" (which involves more wine/tea and gossip than actual books ...)
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Her home
+ Husband
+ Family
+ Community events
+ Book club
- Resents Leith's father
- Sometimes struggles to deal with Leith's sexuality
- Offensive music (rap/metal)
- Arguing with the kids
▾ Other:
Makes the best peach cobbler in all of Dixie!
▾ Biography:
Jessica was a pretty, popular young girl. She was the cheerleader with the hot (Italian) quarterback boyfriend and the whole world ahead of her was gleaming with promise. She was going to get a cheerleading scholarship and go to a fancy city university and everything would be just dandy ... Until she found herself pregnant at 17 ... She had her first child, a boy, Leith, when she turned 18.
Jessica found it hard to bond with Leith at first, but her mother and father were supportive, they insisted she stick it out and be proud and raise Leith to the best of her ability. Leith's father stuck around for about 8 months before abandoning them and disappearing to another state or europe or WHO KNOWS WHERE, never even sending a card or a penny of support. This made Jess furious, but it also made her very protective of her little boy.
Although they had a rocky start, Jess became an utterly devoted mother and gave Leith the very best life she could, with the help of her own parents. When Leith turned 5, she was able to work again, taking part-time hours while he was in school. She developed a bit of a social life and some independence. When Leith was 7, Jess's father took a stroke and eventually had to be taken into residential care. Her mother left to go to the next town over to stay close to her father and the title of the house was turned over to her. With a part time job and a busy young son and now a house to do up all of her own, Jess found herself very busy indeed.
Eventually, waitressing at the Nickys restuarant she'd worked in since Leith was 5, a regular, a solicitor from the city, finally worked up the courage to ask her on a date. For the first time since she was a teenager, Jess was getting dolled up and going out on dates. Leaving Leith with a child minder on date night, she enjoyed the attention and the brief feeling that she wasn't all alone. Robert was successful, hardworking and kind and he didn't even mind that Jess had a child.
After a few months of courting, Jess introduced him to Leith and the couple began considering moving in together, if he could find a way to work closer to Dixie. SUCCESS!!! and so Leith got a new "dad", although he didn't really take to him much, after spending his entire childhood with only Jess, he was standoffish and distrustful of suddenly having a father figure. Regardless, Step-Dad Robert tried his best.
When Jess found herself pregnant once again, she feared she'd be left alone with the child again and asked Robert where he stood with this "family" she had. Fortunately she got a much deserved happy ending and they got married very quickly and then Jess's daughter, April was born. Jess left her job in the diner to raise April and become a full time house wife, her husband could comfortably support them, especially since they didn't have a mortgage to worry about. Now, Leith is a man (though he's still her baby) and her daughter is quickly growing up too, Jess happily maintains her home, keeping kids and husband happy and instead of work, she gets involved in various community projects and parent groups. Although he is long in the past, she still painfully remembers Leith's father, since he looks so strikingly similar to him.
SUPPORTING CHARS
Robert McAdam, Jessica's loving husband, April's biological father and Leith's stpe father.
April McAdam, Robert and Jessica's 11 year old daughter, Leith's little sister. |
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Sawyer's Outfit
Sawyer pushed his skateboard through the thrift store, but slow enough to stay on pace with Reyna. He looked around the store as he blew another puff of smoke into the air. He held his hand out a brushed the rack of coats as he rode down the aisle. "Yeah, you know who was the token troublemaker before you came along? He muttered. His jabbed his thumb to his chest. "If it's fun you're looking for, then I have some ideas. I've always wanted to spray paint a massive sack on the gym floor at the high school... cause that's what the whole place smells like, not that you go to school enough to know that..." He muttered, then stepped off his board.
In the next aisle was a small rusty bike. He puffed some more mango into the air then pocketed his vape pen. He grabbed the bike by the handle bars and sat down, though it was far too small. "Just for the record, watch yourself with the vape-hate. You don't wanna end up like Jack Grayson. I duct taped him to the flag pole at school at the beginning of the year.
He stood from the bike as he saw a police cruiser pull into the lot outside and park in a spot. He grinned to himself and walked back to his board. "I'll bet you ten bucks you won't try and ollie onto the hood of that cop's car." | Sawyer DuPont
I don’t care if nicotine kills me. At this rate, the Alligator will do it first.
▾ Name:
”Name’s Sawyer Henry Dupont, but call me Sawyer. For real, only Sawyer, I’ll hit anyone that calls me Henry.
▾ Age:
”Eighteen in body, my dude.”
▾ Gender:
”Yeah… I mean it’s down there, so you know…”
▾ Sexuality:
”Definitely into girls, man.”
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
”Well my jerk of a dad gave me a scar on my back…”
▾Creative▾Kinda Rude▾ Empathetic▾Selectively Apathetic▾
▾ Personality:
Sawyer is definitely an interesting character. He was handed a very bad hand in life and plenty of daddy issues. He’s definitely a guy with a lot of internal anger that he doesn’t always know how to deal with. He finds his release in skating, smoking, vaping, weed, etc. Sometimes, however, his anger expresses itself through him shouting at walls and hitting things. He’s not a bad guy, though. He does care about his friends, but he just doesn’t always realize how much. At first glance, especially to those who don’t know him well, he can come off as a total jerk. Those who are friends with him know he’s not too bad.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Skating
Hanging out with his friends
Vaping
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Alternative Music (TOP, P!ATD, etc.)
+ Skating around town
+ Parties
+ Vape pens that smell good
- Drunks
- Bullies
- Abusive People
- Lousy Dads
▾ Other:
Sawyer’s Vape Pen. His favorite juice flavor is mango.
▾ Biography:
Sawyer's life was unfortunately never a contender to be made into a hallmark movie. His mom was only 17 when she had him, and she'd had a horrible addiction to cocaine. When she gave birth, both of the almost died, but the doctors managed to save Sawyer, though not his mother. His mother's family had long since disowned her, so Sawyer's much older father, Jacob Riter, was left to care for his son by himself, as his family was across the country. Naturally, Riter was not the picture of maturity and fatherhood, and quickly fell into an addiction to all things alcoholic. He constantly slept around in his younger years and often came home with a random girl.
This lifestyle was obviously not a great environment for Sawyer to grow up in, and he was practically forced to raise himself. His dad made sure he had food, but that was about it. On more than one occasion came home wasted and aggressive, and Sawyer became best friends with his dad's strength and often his belt. This led to many fights between them, and when Sawyer was old enough, he decided to fight back for a change. He hit his dad over the head with a whiskey bottle, but his dad was still bigger and stronger than him. He beat him to a pulp, and used a studded belt to put a long scar across Sawyer's back.
When police were alerted to this Jacob Riter was immediately arrested. Being 16 at the time, Sawyer chose to file for Child Emancipation, and was granted it. He was allowed to live by himself instead of going to foster care. About six months later, he was called by his estranged aunt Rachel, his dad's sister. She moved down to Dixie Inn to help him, even though he was legally independent. He on Wednesdays and Sundays cleaning tables at a local diner. |
7,139 | 200 | 16 | 1,611 | 644 | "I love heights. I love speed. I'm on the verge of being a pyromaniac. Maybe my phobia is boredom."
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Interacting with:
"Sorry for your loss," a voice said from behind, causing Shauna to tear her eyes away from her cousin's lifeless body and settle upon the deep brown eyes of Leith Meyer. If Shauna had a dollar for every person who'd told her those exact same words over the past week, she'd be stinking rich. On one hand, Shauna knew that humans, being the emphatic creatures that we were, more or less understood loss, and that the phrase "sorry for your loss" is simply something respectful and understanding to say to someone who was mourning the death a loved one. On the other hand, however, Shauna was angry. She was angry that after everything that had been uncovered in the past week, after what this "Alligator" fucker did to Olivia Ramirez, all anyone ever had to say to her was that they were sorry. The truth was that, given the circumstances, they were all sorry that there were no good words to say, and everyone seemed to be uncomfortable with the silence of deep loss.
"She musta meant a lot to ya'. She was good at that, lovin' people and being loved by people." Shauna nodded her head absently, chewing her bottom lip to keep from crying. That was the thing about Olivia, she was always nice to everyone; there couldn't possibly be someone in the town who genuinely disliked her. Even growing up, Olivia was a very sweet girl, a stark contrast to Shauna's own behavior. "How you holdin' up?"
Shaun let out a short, dry laugh, "How am I holding up?" Letting her eyes drop to her shoes once more, Shaun shrugged her shoulders and sighed. She stayed that way for a few moments before speaking again, careful to maintain her composure. "I'm angry," she said evenly, "And when I'm not angry, I'm sad. One day I'll get the strong urge to fight someone; anyone. The next, I'll cry nonstop for hours. One minute I'm crying to pictures from when we were kids, and the next I'm plotting revenge on God knows who." Shaun's left foot exasperatingly tapped the floor as a mix of emotions ran through her: anger, sadness, guilt. "I just don't get it. Out of all the shitty people in this world, why her? She didn't deserve this." Hell, with all of the crazy shit Shauna did on a regular basis, she would've thought that she'd be the first one to go, instead.
Once she'd finished her spew, Shauna looked back up at the young man that stood in front of her. Although the two of them weren't extremely close, Shauna knew him pretty well. She knew that he and Olivia were good friends, as well, and was thankful that he asked how she was doing. "How about you, Leith? How are you holding up?" She asked with a slight nod of her head. "I know how close you two were." | "I love heights. I love speed. I'm on the verge of being a pyromaniac. Maybe my phobia is boredom."
▾ Name:
Shauna Martina Jenkins
"It's just Shaun."
▾ Age:
Seventeen
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Bisexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Lobe piercing in both ears, two nose piercings, and five tattoos on her legs.
▾ Dependable ▾ Short-Tempered ▾ Goofy ▾ Careless ▾
▾ Personality:
If you had to describe Shaun in one word, most people would choose terms along the lines of "fun", "comical" or "witty". A textbook extrovert, Shaun loves to chat with people (unless she's having a bad day, in which case she'll lean towards negativity and passive-aggression), make others laugh, and tends to be genuinely friendly. She does not shy away from talking to strangers. Shaun is a seemingly calm and laid-back girl, yet is by no means a pushover. She can more than take care of herself, but is smart enough to know when to pick a fight and when to let something go. She is someone who isn't weighed down by the troubles of everyday life, is not restricted by other people's opinions, and is always herself regardless of the situation. Shaun is also an adventurous thrill-seeker, and will often times dare to go farther than others when in dangerous/life-threatening situations.
She is confident in herself and her actions, often to a fault. She is very opinionated, has trouble asking for help, and hates admitting when she's wrong. When things don't go as she planned or in a positive direction, she can get frustrated very easily. Shaun also has a bit of a "potty mouth," and uses profanity even when she isn't trying to. She also has a lot of trouble controlling her temper, and whenever someone pushes her to her limit, she'll snap; it will often result in her yelling a large number of obscene words, throwing objects, and even going as far as to get physical. Despite all of her shortcomings, there's no denying that Shaun is usually kind and dependable. If you ask her to meet you somewhere, she will be there; if she promises to do something, she will do it; if you ask her for help, she will do everything in her power to assist. Underneath the frustrated sighs and eye-rolls lies a person who's kind and caring at the core.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
▾Playing Basketball
▾Dancing
▾Binge watching TV shows
▾Smoking Weed
▾Racing Cars
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
▾Making others laugh
▾Cars
▾Watching Sports
▾90's Cartoons
▾Bad smells (and bad smelling people)
▾Most junk food
▾Mouth Breathers
▾Tense/Bad Situations
▾ Other:
She drives a BMW 540i
▾ Biography:
Born as the only child of two New York City natives, Shauna came up extremely spoiled. From the very moment she was born, the young girl got almost everything she wanted, whether it be a doll or clothing item she spotted in the mall, or a shiny new car from the local dealership. Even though her parents weren't the most fortunate, she was often rewarded for her outstanding performance in school and extracurricular activities. Despite being coddled since birth, Shauna grew to be a very humbled and kind young lady. She never got into too much trouble with her parents, and (almost) always abided by their rules. Because of the great deal of trust between she and her parents, Shaun has managed to get away with quite a lot without her parents ever finding out, such as doing crazy stunts and dares with her friends, smoking weed on the roof, and even racing cars in the middle of the night.
Ever since Shaun was sixteen, she has worked part-time at her Aunt Nicole's Mexican restaurant, and spends the majority of her free time helping her dad out in his auto repair shop or shooting hoops at the school gym. Because of her good grades, it is likely that she will get into a good college after she graduates next year. Although many of her friends are "jocks" or "stoners," Shaun gets along with everybody and never fails at putting a smile on someone's face. The recent discovery of her cousin's death came as a great shock to the entire family, including Shaun who used to look up to the young woman. |
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"I'm angry," she said evenly, "And when I'm not angry, I'm sad. One day I'll get the strong urge to fight someone; anyone. The next, I'll cry nonstop for hours. One minute I'm crying to pictures from when we were kids, and the next I'm plotting revenge on God knows who".
Leith nodded. He understood exactly where she was coming from because he felt that way too. If it wasnt for his mom and little sister,who he needed to stay strong and brave for, he was certain he'd have lashed out at someone ... Probably his stepfather since he was always there and the relationship was already under strain. He kept composed however,even when he came close to screaming the house down.
" I feel the same Shaun "he agreed. "Mom insisted I stay at home after she told me the news .. Good thing she did or I'd have put a wrench through a windshield at work and that's just for starters" Leith knew Shaun's dad was a good guy,he took Leith under his wing for a little while, letting him have his moment to bond with a guy, a dad figure, who wasn't his stepfather. But even Mr Jenkins had his limits and Leith was certain he'd be fired if he went and trashed customers cars even given the extraordinary circumstances.
"How about you, Leith? How are you holding up?" She asked with a slight nod of her head. "I know how close you two were."
He shrugged .. A moment passed where he just thought ... Somewhat miserably.
"There's so much I had to tell her ... I ... I didn't even realise and now ... It just sucks yknow, I can't even tell her thank you ... Or say I'm sorry for all those times I musta annoyed the heck ouuta her. I also feel kinda guilty too yknow?" the question was on everyone's lips... Why her?
"It shouldn't have been her... I was a tyrant in highschool but she was always sweet as pie, she didn't do anything to deserve this and I did a whole buncha stuff ... Not enough for someone to go killin me but ... She deserved this so much less than everyone else in this dang village."
He'd have loved to say they would catch the killer but ... Would they?/so many murders were left unsolved and Olivia's was such a mystery. He didn't want to get his hopes up or lie to Shauna when they really couldn't tell ...
" I hope the police catch em, whoever did this ..." | Leith
Wait, you mean you didn't know Italian Spiderman was actually made in Australia?
▾ Name: Leith
Leith Matteo Meyer
▾ Age:
19
▾ Gender:
Male
▾ Sexuality:
Homosexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Nope.
▾ Humble ▾ Indecisive ▾ Generous ▾ Unassertive ▾
▾ Personality:
Leith is a mommas boy at heart. A real sweetheart, he likes to help people out and most would say he's honestly the sweetest boy on earth. He's not without his shortcomings however. During his teenage years, Leith was disruptive in class and a bit of a troublemaker. His acting out was largely due to his conflicting feelings regarding his sexuality as he began to discover he wasn't attracted to girls. When he finally came out and learned to love himself a little more, he returned to the sweet boy he'd been before, heck, moreso even, he was now more humbled.
He's a bit of a prude in a way. Not that he's utterly virginal, but he absolutely can't stand foul language and can't help but cringe when someone swears, he himself never cusses. He generally keeps to himself but is also quick to offer a helping hand and be outgoing. He loves his friends dearly and he's a soft, old-school hopeless romantic at heart. His biggest issue is probably his indecision. Leith tries to please everyone and often fails to satisfy ANYONE by trying to keep everyone happy. He's easily manipulated because he tries to be a people pleaser. His relationship with his step-father is tense. He tends to have conflicting emotions regarding the men in his life and at times his rejection at the hands of his biological father rears its ugly head and threatens his relationships.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Repairing engines. He doesn't care about fancy new models or luxury cars, he likes fixer-uppers. He likes reading comicbooks and watching low budget "awful" movies (the worse the movie, the better!). He's outdoorsy and sporty and would happily spend every weekend swimming in the creek or camping and singing round a campfire with friends.
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ comics
+ cars
+ cute boys
+ outdoors
- swearing
- taking sides/fights
- bad coffee
- stepdad (sometimes)
▾ Other:
He's left handed, bears a striking resemblance to his biological father, works in the local auto-repair garage. He was somewhat close to the victim (Olivia) because sometimes after school he would sit in Nicky's while his mom worked and she would help him with his homework and she was probably the second or third person he came out to (after his mom) because she had such a warm, kind temperament. He's been very unsettled by her gruesome and untimely death.
▾ Biography:
The end-product of a teenage pregnancy ... Leith had a pretty decent childhood though, his mother Jessica, done a good job and she was heavily supported by Leith's maternal-grandparents.
His father (who was from an Italian family, hence Leith's half-Italian heritage) didn't stick around and this rejection at the hands of his father has always lingered with Leith.
Leith was about 12 when he began to think he was different and by 14 he was 100% sure he was gay and that made him miserable.
He was troublesome in school even though he was quite popular in his class and well liked by his peers. His mom didn't know what to do. Teachers said he was clever but kept causing disruptions and didn't do his homework. He fought with his step-dad and was disagreeable, so much unlike the sweet, quiet child Jessica had once known.
Things got a lot better when Leith finally confided in his that he was gay and was scared she'd kick him out and reject him like his father did, afraid his friends would turn on him and his life would be ruined. She accepted him and supported him although it wasn't always easy on her, especially in a small, religious town. Regardless, Jess put on a brave face because deep down, even though she didn't mean to get pregnant at 17, she was happy with her life, her family, and she loved Leith to death.
After coming out things began to look a lot better for Leith. He lost some friends in school, but surprisingly, he had a few supporters and homophobic bullying didn't really harm him. While he studied, he became an apprentice mechanic at the local auto-repair shop and thoroughly enjoyed it. Jess wanted him to go to college, she'd had a chance and lost it and didn't want it to happen to her son, but he seemed content Dixie fixing cars. It was his own real serious interest he didn't have any huge ambitions. She urged him to consider college, perhaps he'd like engineering. In the end, he was awarded a sports scholarship, but he could defer it for a couple of years.
Jessica
Come on in, make yourself at home, there's always room here.
▾ Name: Jessica
Jessica Grace McAdam
▾ Age:
36
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Heterosexual
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Nope.
▾ Homely ▾ Sometimes Strict ▾ Loving ▾ Smothering ▾
▾ Personality:
Jess tries to be Super-Mom, and for the most part, she doesnt' do half bad, but she's certainly not perfect. She's not as mature as other mums, at least, she wasn't when Leith was young, but now she's older and wiser but sometimes she still finds herself out of her depth. She relies a lot on her husband for support, advice and insight. Sometimes she can be a bit of a soft touch, particularly with Leith because they have a unique bond. She loves her family and her home and is very house-proud. Sometimes she can be a bit bratty to the neighbours, they are roughly the same age, except instead of having teenagers and young adult kids, their kids are just starting school (in the 2-10 age range), she feels she has a lot to prove because she's still trapped in the 80's when people looked down on girls getting pregnant at a young age, or having kids with different fathers.
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Baking, pinterest, making crafts, gardening, animals, her "Book Club" (which involves more wine/tea and gossip than actual books ...)
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+ Her home
+ Husband
+ Family
+ Community events
+ Book club
- Resents Leith's father
- Sometimes struggles to deal with Leith's sexuality
- Offensive music (rap/metal)
- Arguing with the kids
▾ Other:
Makes the best peach cobbler in all of Dixie!
▾ Biography:
Jessica was a pretty, popular young girl. She was the cheerleader with the hot (Italian) quarterback boyfriend and the whole world ahead of her was gleaming with promise. She was going to get a cheerleading scholarship and go to a fancy city university and everything would be just dandy ... Until she found herself pregnant at 17 ... She had her first child, a boy, Leith, when she turned 18.
Jessica found it hard to bond with Leith at first, but her mother and father were supportive, they insisted she stick it out and be proud and raise Leith to the best of her ability. Leith's father stuck around for about 8 months before abandoning them and disappearing to another state or europe or WHO KNOWS WHERE, never even sending a card or a penny of support. This made Jess furious, but it also made her very protective of her little boy.
Although they had a rocky start, Jess became an utterly devoted mother and gave Leith the very best life she could, with the help of her own parents. When Leith turned 5, she was able to work again, taking part-time hours while he was in school. She developed a bit of a social life and some independence. When Leith was 7, Jess's father took a stroke and eventually had to be taken into residential care. Her mother left to go to the next town over to stay close to her father and the title of the house was turned over to her. With a part time job and a busy young son and now a house to do up all of her own, Jess found herself very busy indeed.
Eventually, waitressing at the Nickys restuarant she'd worked in since Leith was 5, a regular, a solicitor from the city, finally worked up the courage to ask her on a date. For the first time since she was a teenager, Jess was getting dolled up and going out on dates. Leaving Leith with a child minder on date night, she enjoyed the attention and the brief feeling that she wasn't all alone. Robert was successful, hardworking and kind and he didn't even mind that Jess had a child.
After a few months of courting, Jess introduced him to Leith and the couple began considering moving in together, if he could find a way to work closer to Dixie. SUCCESS!!! and so Leith got a new "dad", although he didn't really take to him much, after spending his entire childhood with only Jess, he was standoffish and distrustful of suddenly having a father figure. Regardless, Step-Dad Robert tried his best.
When Jess found herself pregnant once again, she feared she'd be left alone with the child again and asked Robert where he stood with this "family" she had. Fortunately she got a much deserved happy ending and they got married very quickly and then Jess's daughter, April was born. Jess left her job in the diner to raise April and become a full time house wife, her husband could comfortably support them, especially since they didn't have a mortgage to worry about. Now, Leith is a man (though he's still her baby) and her daughter is quickly growing up too, Jess happily maintains her home, keeping kids and husband happy and instead of work, she gets involved in various community projects and parent groups. Although he is long in the past, she still painfully remembers Leith's father, since he looks so strikingly similar to him.
SUPPORTING CHARS
Robert McAdam, Jessica's loving husband, April's biological father and Leith's stpe father.
April McAdam, Robert and Jessica's 11 year old daughter, Leith's little sister. |
7,141 | 201 | 0 | 86 | 67 | Idly watching a cloud flutter by, Sakura absentmindedly twirled the end of her pencil around in between her lips, only catching a few fragments of what the tutor at the front was jammering on about. He was ging on about a sbject she had read about earlier: the arrangement of atoms into molecules and the powers that kept them together. It was a pity she wasn't seated directly next to the windows, perhaps whoever the teacher had even taken this into account, making sure that those most easily prone to distraction weren't directly next to the alluring sight of the skies and the lush, green grounds of Yamaku. Instead, Sakura was seated two rows away from the windows, relatively in the middle of the classroom, near the back. The strategic placing had not been lost on her, no doubt the tall people were arranged near the back to ensure a an undeterred learning process for everyone else. That was one of her main issues with Yamaku. As much as it attempted to look as normal as it possibly could, liek a regular school, everything was calculated a little too extensively, from the millimeter cut grass to the accurately proportioned food that they served in the cafeteria for the students that had to take care of what they ate. The nurse had advised her to take eat meals high on proteine to ensure she'd gain weight and muscles swiftly, but Sakura just ate what she pleased.
Finally, the bell rang, prompting every student to pass a collective sigh of relief. Somehow most people seemed to grew sleepier and sleepier towards the end of the schoolday, only to suddenly get injected by a burst of energy the moment the bell sounded their release from the confines of the classroom to enjoy the rest of the pleasant spring day it seemed to be turning out to become. "I'll be expecting exercises one to fifteen made by tomorrow, and don't forget to work on your paper on ions, which is due next week." The teacher managed to call out over the noise of everyone scrambling their things together into their backpacks, which added the simultanious, agonised groan of several less motivated students. While Sakura had been a classmember since the beginning of the year, she hadn't exactly made a whole lot of friends yet, no doubt in no small part related to her more softspoken nature. However, she had to admit that she was a little more apprehensive than she had initially anticipated. Many of the students were, in lack of a better word, weird, and that was the polite way of putting it. Obviously she had expected many students to be weird in their outwards appearance, but she had not perpared for the many quirky, if not outright odd personalities that some seemed to have, as had been proven by their antics in and out of class from what interactions she had had with them before.
With a little reluctance, Sakura scooped up her own things and dumped them into her bag which lacked any sort of order, her cane too, she reluctantly picked up. She supposed it wouldn't be accepted to try out a seat near the window and continue her train of thought. Rather recently, se had read a book about a castle in the sky, which made her pause to wonder at nearly every cloud that floated by, imagining by their shape what the arcitecture of the castle was and to which culture it belonged. Japanese, steampunk, european, african, wooden, stone, metal, ... She had even imagined how when two castles clashed together they had interactions with each other, thunder and lightning being the effect of the wars fought in between and the rain were the falling tears of its inhabitants.
It was only when she bumped into someone, hard, that she even realised that she had already left the classroom a while ago, her legs had carried her out of instinct towards the library, where she spent most of her time these days. The collision was not soft, her long legs carried her with such an increased speed these days that was hard to get used to. The downside was though, that she quickly lost her balance as well, which happened right now. Staggering backwards, her long arms flailed in the air like a drunk helicopter for a moment, almost claiming the eyes or noses from anyone standing too close. With a loud "Ouf!" She landed on her bum, quite confused and disoriented for a moment before she realised that what she had smashed into had been too soft for a wall or a pole, and had to be either a lifesized cushion, or a person. While cushions couldn't talk, she formulated her apologies quickly, before even making an attempt to get up. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there, are you alright?" She stared down at the ground, a bit too late realising that it was not the ground she had bumped into either, instead searching up to the human pillow. | Name: Sakura Kushuda.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Bicurious.
Age: 18.
Appearance:
Sakura is a tall person, even more so due to her pure japanese heritage. Often she is taller than most girls and just as tall or taller than most males. Her body seems to have develloped rapidly, even though she might still have some issues to adapt to how suddenly she has changed over the course of time thanks to her recent struggles. However, while she is tall, she is skinny rather than genuinely slender, lacking a great deal of muscles that she lost during the time she was incapacitated. Although she is gradually recovering rom this, gaining muscle every day, to thetrained eye one could still be able to observe how weak she was in this area.
While most of the time she is able to walk on her own, she often carries a cane around with her for when things get difficult, coping with the issues of getting used to her suddenly so long limbs and the lack of muscles to work them as properly as she had liked.
The most distinct feature about Sakure is most probably her long, red hair, reaching all the way down, past her waist. While it might not be the most convenient hair of all time, she sees little use in shortening it as she refrains from activities where it might get in the way anyway. Rather, she prizes herself over her hair, often seen fondling or striking her long, slender fingers through it.
While outwards appearance is not often her greatest concern, she enjoys spending time taking care of herself, combing her long hair until it shone flawlessly. Her dress code out of school was quite distinct, whereas she doesn't dress to impress other, but merely for her own amusement, taking great pleasure in looking a little differently from the majority of the people. Her fondness of ribbons and hair accessories is shown every day, sporting a wide collection of them, hardly a day goes by where one might be able to see the same accessorry in her hair, or in the same spot.
From the accident, she had a few minor burn scars on her left hip and the upper part of her left arm, feeling a little ashamed of them. Other than that, her skin is quite pale, a sympton she got from her life secluded and indoors, as well as the three long years that sh had spent in the hospital, because of this, she is also a little more vulnerable to the light of the sun, and easier to get burnt by it, being somewhat on the frail side in general.
Personality: While not as shy as she could be perceived at first, she is not quite the most extroverted person around. Often she prefers to remains silent when she can and assess the situation to form a good opinion, before oepning her mouth and speaking. Her time alone is something she genuinely enjoys, finding not too much need to interact with other people constantly. That does not mean that she enjoys being lonely. As a human being, she still craves for social contact, although she might be a little more picky on with who, when and how frequent she wishes this. Another factor in this tale is that she simply is unaware of how exactly to behave around people her age, and can be a little awkward because of this, rather than a genuine distaste, she is aware of the discomfort she can cause.
Her demeanor is often a little distracted, if not even a little ditzy from time to time. Indeed, her mind liked to wander, often indulging in the fantasies she managed to conjure up that distracted her from the real world. This often leads her to spac out, sometimes not even catching on when someone is talking to her or even failing at things that required a larger amount of concentration. Furthermore, her longlimbed body takes some tme to get used to, making her clumsy at times. Bumping her elbow into things or kocking items off of a table being a couple of examples.
Skills: Being an avid reader, Sakura is very adept at learning swiftly, as well as taking in information at a very high pace, able to draw conclusions and think logically about a majority of topics. She is able to soak in information quickly if one can manage to get her to concentrate, which is not always as easy as it sounds though.
Bio: Sakura grew up in the family of a wealthier family as the second child of a prospering businessman. Due to her life on the countryside, she was somewhat secluded from most of the world, attending elementary school like a normal person, but preferring to remain at home out of her own accord most of the time. From the moment she was able to read, she kept asking for Her favorite way to spend her leisure time was burrying her nose in the countless books her family had amassed during their time. It became aparant to her parents that their daughter was gifted with high intelligence, sending her to a school for gifted people after she had finished her elementary school, as they ha wished her to experience a normal early childhood first, but wished to develop her talents better afterwards.
While she was able to consume books at a very rapid pace, her favorite genre had to be everything that was even remotely close to fantasy, losing herself in the splendid tales of distant wolds and foreign cultures all too happily. This, added to the fact that she enrolled in a special school added to her seclusion, while her parents grewmore and more protective of her and didn't mind tht they were able to keep a better eye on her each time she holed herself up in the library. It was not as if she was unpopular at school or lacked any particular set of social skills, rather that she simply preferred to be silent when she could and chose the company of books over the company of her newfund classmates, whom she often through to be arrogant and too obsessed with themselves.
One day, on her way back from school on the train, since her school for the gifted was located in the big city, her life changed forver. DUe to an electrical malfunction, the train she was on derailed and slammed into a building, hurling her through the carriage she was in and slamming her head against the side of the vehicle with disastrous consequences.
Fortunately, Sakura was pulled loose from the wreckage with only minor physical injuries that managed to heal over time, which made her luckier than several of the other passenger. However, there was more than simply surface damage, havin suffered a great trauma to her head during the crash. Within a few days, the doctors had to inform her parents that she was unlikely to wake up as soon as they might hope, she was comatose.
After what seemed like an eternal lasting three years to her family, Sakura finally woke from her coma, with all the consequences that not having used her body for so long meant. Nearly all of her muscles had deteriorated as well as her flesh until she was little more than skin and bones. The long recovery followed, where immense physical therpahy helped her bit by bit to regain her ability to walk and sue her limbs as intended. It proved difficult however, conidering how her body had gone through a massive growth during her time asleep, giving her little time to adjust suddenly to her new length and reach. Her progress was carefully monitored, making sure that there were no motory disorders in her brain either.
That was not the only issue however, in her experience, it had only been a day since the accident, as if she had only just woken up from a deep sleep. Her memory served to make her believe the accident had happened only recently, and she had not matured a day since the moment of the crash over the course of those three years. Her mind remained that of a fifteen year old girl in an eightteen year old body, giving her difficulties to adjust as well as troubles in behaving her age.
To her own dismay and the surprise of her doctors, Sakura gained trouble sleeping and frequently suffered panic attacks, a loud explosion she hear din her head each ime such an attack happened. The medical staff handed her the name fo he condition: Exploding head syndrme, a name that confused and frightened her. At irregular intervals, she would hear an explosion in her head, causing her to go int shock and get a panic attack. Quickly, she was also diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder, getting panic attacks every time it happened or she experienced something similar to the crash.
Her future looks brighter however, on the reccomendation of the doctors, she and her parents agreed to have her enroll in Yamaku for her last year of highschool. Thankfully, she had been ahead of the curve of normal students before her incident, and was suspected to have little to few difficulties fitting into the year corresponding to he actual age, despite the three years that she had missed, her intelligence a thing that finally managed to do her some good so she wouldn't be as much behind.
While her muscles are still weak, she gets stronger every day, looking forwards to the moment where she will finally be comfortable enough to leave her cane behind and get on with her life, hoping her condition's severity to fade over time as well.
Other: Sakure is a huge fan of books, movies and everything fantasy related. She has a ouple of quirks that one might consider a little odd as well. As often as she can, she would buy gift cards and birthday cards from shops, making it a point to own as many different ones as she can. By now, she has managed to amass a rather impressive collection, decorating her room with them in the form of ribbons, wallpapes or garlands.
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7,142 | 201 | 1 | 1,701 | 59 | Sayuri was very intelligent and had little trouble following a lecture, but the way Mutou could drone on, seemingly oblivious his student's growing boredom was too much for even her to bare. Throught the lecture she found her mind wandering until the class was finally over. Sayuri found it difficult to maneuver her wheelchair through the mass of student desks and so she invariably ended up at the desk closest to the door. As a result she was usually the first person out of the classroom, aside from those nimble enough to slip out before she could direct her motorized wheelchair around her desk.
The hallway was crowded with students and the sounds of conversation were deafening, fortunately she didn't have to worry too much about the crowd as people didn't seem to keen to risk having their toes ran over, and so gave her a wide enough berth for her to make her way down the hallway towards the elevator at the very end. She heard a commotion from somewhere behind her, but the crowd made it impossible to easily turn her chair around, so she put it out of her mind and continued on. It wasn't a very big elevator and her chair filled a little over half the space, so she ended up with just two other people in it with her. They were heading downwards, discussing what they were going to eat from the cafeteria and paying no silver haired girl sitting beside them, while Sayuri's destination was up a level.
The elevator doors slid open silently and Sayuri drove her chair out into the quiet corridor. Compared to the noise downstairs, this level of the building seemed to be deserted. Mostly this level was used for club activities and she could still hear sounds of muted discussion coming from behind closed doors as she made her way towards the large double doors at the other end of the hall. The doors were open and she rolled easily into the large quiet room, filled with shelves and books. Sayuri liked the library at Yamaku. it was a place of peace and even normalcy. Despite the fact that it stocked hundreds of books for the visually impaired, it still had that same atmosphere that all libraries had. Sayuri had been at Yamaku for over two years now, long enough to get used to the place and even come to appreciate it, but this normal library would always be her favorite place.
Sayuri smiled as she wheeled past the front desk where Yuuko, the nervous librarian, was busily checking in a pile of returned books and made her way in amongst the towering shelves. Her soft blue eyes scanned the spines of each book as she slowly wheeled down the aisles. She wasn't looking for anything in particular. She just wanted to enjoy this peaceful atmosphere for a while. | Name: Mawaru Sayuri
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 17
Disability: Spinocerebellar Ataxia
Appearance:
Personality: Sayuri is a kind girl who is always quick with a smile, however her good-cheer, while mostly genuine, can sometimes be a shield between herself and unpleasant situations. She tends to force optimism rather than confront reality.
Skills: High intelligence, musical aptitude, excellent singer
Bio: Sayuri was born into a family of musical prodigies. Her father was a talented violinist while her mother was known nation-wide as a master concert pianist. Natural she and her siblings shared their parent's passion for music and even shared their talent. Sayuri was drawn to the piano and, under her mother's proud tutelage, blossomed. At the age of seven she had already won awards for her playing and it was said that she had the potential to surpass even her mother. As Sayuri entered her early teens, however, things began to go wrong. She began to suffer slight losses in motor control, namely in her legs. These quickly spread to her arms and hands as well and affected her ability to play the piano. She was taken to several doctors and was finally diagnosed with Spinocerebellar Ataxia, a degenerative disease that would destroy her ability to move her muscles, further disrupt her motor-control and finally damage her organs. Eventually she would die as her organs shut down, and her dream of playing the piano was over as well. Whenever she tried, her weakening fingers would stumble over the keys that she could once make sing. She decided that she would never again touch another piano. As her condition worsened she was eventually bound to a wheelchair, this coincided with her graduation from middle school, and so her family had her enrolled in Yamaku, where she has been since.
Theme Song |
7,143 | 201 | 2 | 2,473 | 56 | It was a day like any other. First was Maths. An elderly man teaching students what the difference was from Integral and Differential calculus seemed to be the daily torture for the lesson. His voice seemed to drone endlessly, over and over. Only 10 minutes into the lesson, once he started to explain about Binomial Theorem the whole class were up at arms to escape the clutches of ennui that had fallen upon them.
*Ring Ring*
through
Across the school, every student knew that this meant. Without any hesitation, the entire class jumped from their desks towards the door as if the starting pistol had been fired for an Olympic race. Scarlett stuck out in the entire class because she wasn't trying to shove her way through the doorway or manoeuvring the crowd.
After a minute, Scarlett decides to make her way through the hallway. Those desperate to leave class would probably by in the spacious grounds of Yamaku by now. Due to her condition, Scarlett always tried to avoid large crowds. A mixture of Claustrophobia and being smart about her lungs has lead her to avoid large groups of people, that and swimming, but it wasn't like she felt the need to become a deep-sea diver anyway!
Unsure of the time, Scarlett takes out her Smart-phone. "Of course, the keypad lock!" She thinks to herself the combination she has to make with her thumb whilst aimlessly walking forward. The moment that her phone unlocks and when she falls to the floor seem to match exactly. Not seeing where she was going, her foot was caught on what felt like a long stick. Almost certain it was somebody else's fault, she clenches her fists after standing up, glaring at a long, red haired girl on the floor, not even listening to what she has to say*
"What the hell is your problem?!" | Name: Scarlett Morestti
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bicurious
Age: 17
Height: 5'11
Weight: 107lbs
Bra size: B
Dress size: 8
Favorite Food: Soup(Tuscan Bean)
Favorite Drink: Tea/Herbal
Skin Colour: White/Caucasian
Bloodtype: AB
Shoe size: 6
Personality: Strong willed and creative, Scarlett wouldn't hesitate to use people to achieve her own ends. Prone to bouts of jealousy and depression, much of her self-worth is based around her comparison to other people. Words to describe her would include Independent, Stubborn, Cunning and Patient.
Skills: Professional abilities and understanding of Chemistry, Tri-lingual in English, German and Japanese, History fanatic.
Bio: Scarlett was born pre-mature, spending most of her new-born life in an incubator. Born with Emphysema, Scarlett has difficulty breathing under certain situations. Her weakened lungs also cause her to remain quiet, adding to her loner reputation. Her father being a rumoured Mafioso funding her care and education, men in black suits and ties are occasionally seen from the school gates which escort Scarlett around Yamaku. It's unknown whether or not Scarlett is being cared for, or being kept under surveillance at her school.
Other: Avid lover of classical music, she plays the Piano most nights to relax. Her risk taking behaviour sometimes lands her into a tricky situation, similar to being unlucky/clumsy.
Fears: Small spaces, Drowning
Strengths: 113 IQ level Intelligence, Cunning, Resourceful and Assertive
Weaknesses: Self concious(Height, boyish figure), Jealousy, Closeminded
Likes: Tea, Playing music, Animals
Dislikes: Overly attractive people, Gossips |
7,144 | 201 | 3 | 1,698 | 82 | The classes were boring today. As they have been yesterday, and the day before. Mizuki never liked learning, but always did out of obligation and to keep her perfect image in the eyes of teachers and those students, who didn't know her that well. Back when these things mattered. Back when she still had a normal life, and a normal, functional body, she used to be a top of the class, honor student, an example many looked up to. However, the accident changed everything. She naively believed that she can make a new life at Yamaku, but that faith has been shattered almost instantly on the arrival. This place is sick, and so are the students ,and so is the omni present atmosphere. This is not a school, this is a hospital. Why should she try to be the best? There is not point if being a queen of retards, the best of the worst!
It's been several weeks already, and she didn't try paying attention even once. During the classes, she usually sat attentively, looked straight in teacher's direction and doodled random geometrical figures in her notebook, pretending to make notes. Geometrical figures was all she could draw, as her dominant, right hand was pretty much useless and she couldn't draw well with the left one yet. Not that she ever will-art was never her forte. Rather, the pointless, black-on-white geometrical figures, question marks and straight lines were an expression of boredom, irritation and discomfort, that accompanied her thorough her entire stay in Yamaku so far. She was sited right next to the window, but she never looked up. In fact, she wished she was sited away from it. The windows were way too big, the rooms were way to bright, and there, beyond the window, was an omnipresent, green scenery that made her feel sick, and homesick. She missed Tokyo. She missed the high sky-scrappers, and the crowds of people, and the fashion, and Shibuya. But of course, the life of Tokyo's famous youth district was beyond her reach, now that her body was the way it is. It used to be depressing back in the hospital, being so close to all these things, yet so far. Mizuki thought that staying away from the city will be less painful then not, but she was wrong, and she wanted to go back, and be free from this place, or this sick existence. Forvever.
Of course, such wishes could never be granted. The only freedom she was granted, was the freedom from this class, announced by the loud ringing of the bell, familiar tune snapping her back to reality. Mizuki did that often, lately-thinking about her miserable condition, wishing to be somewhere else, hating on her surroundings. For other people, it looked like she was "day dreaming", but to her, it was more akin to "day-nightmaring", if she was to call it anything at all. Supporting herself on the crutch, she slowly made her way out of class. Slowly. Not that she had a choice, going fast was literally impossible. That was one thing that didn't bother her in the slightest, as she was never a big fan of running and physical exercise, unpleasnatries that her accident had liberated her from, which was probably the only good thing about the entire situation.
Tap, tap, tap. Her goal was the library. Tap, tap tap. She made her way through the crowds of students, glancing left and right, observing every one of them individually and all at once. She delighted herself in spotting those who looked to be in a worse condition then herself-like that girl on the wheelchair who looked like she's two legs in grave already, pun intended. No matter how badly Mizuki felt about herself, at least she was alive and not dying-which can't be said about some of the other students, much to her amusement. However, those who looked well and didn't seem to miss anything in their body were unforgivable, and Yamaku had a fair share of such students, too. Why were they even here? They probably had some internal issues, and most of them, she bet, could lead normal life(unlike herself, for example). She'd much rather they weren't hear. She'd much rather have them disappear and be left with the ones with prosthetic limbs, crutches and wheelchairs, like she originally imagined it to be. The existence of these other..healthy..students was a shadow on her self-confidence.
Like for example, that giant red haired girl walking straight into her...eh?
There was a frontal collision, and one that couldn't possibly end well for her. Not only was her opponent at advantage(much, much taller, bigger, faster etc.), but more importantly, Mizuki was walking with a crutch, and it was hard to support herself as she was. Even a small push would be enough to bring her down-at this was much, much stronger then a small push. It felt more like a close encounter with a tsunami. Down, down she went, spinning round and round in the air, before landing face-down with a loud *thump* mixed with a louder *splash* and then loud *thump* again as her nemesis herself followed the fate of her victim shortly afterwards. Mizuki considered herself lucky that her crutch and right arm were bound together with several, thick, medical straps, that they often used in hospitals, cars, and mental facilities. Otherwise, she'd doubtlessly lose hold of it, and crawling on the ground, looking for a crutch or(even worse), asking someone to help her with that would be too much for her sense of pride and general self-respect to handle.
Supporting herself with the crutch and using her healthy hand to manually pull her paralyzed leg up, she slowly rose up, disregarding the irritating sounds the red-haired giant made behind her. After getting up, and checking that her clothes are in order(she was wearing one of the longer skirts, fortunately..dread to think what could have been exposed to the public eye should she had chosen to wear the shorter version), Mizuki finally turned around, to give a piece of her mind to the source of her misfortunes.
"Die"-was the only thing she had to say to that disorderly delinquent. Her voice cold, a mixture of hatred and disgust. From her experience, tall girls were more often then not, airheads and blissfully unaware of what a spectacle they sometimes make of themselves with their height and what not-and this one, seemed to be no different, unfortunately. Making apologies like her life depended on it. Duh. If Mizuki was healthy and well, she'd, no doubt about that, give the red hair a piece of her mind. But Mizuki wasn't healthy and well, and thus, she was careful not to lose hold of herself, too much. However, she was no angel(although she definitely used to be one) and her patience had it's limits. How the situation progressed from now on, depended solely on the actions of her villain. | Name:Aizawa Mizuki
Gender:Female
Age:17
Sexuality:Heterosexual
Appearnace:
Her long, black hair are usually loose and somewhat disorderly nowadays- with her right hand as it is, styling them is just too much work, and she doesn’t feel much pressure into doing this anyway. She used to put much attention into her physical appearance, always caring for it to be neat and proper, but ever since the accident she learned to let go and now she’s much less strict with herself.
Mizuki is pretty short, even for a Japanese girl. Her slender body build and fairly invisible cleavage didn’t use to be a big deal back when she had friends and popularity-but now, she finds it mostly to her dislike that her body turned out that way. She’d much rather be taller, and more curvy. However, in the end, this is a trivial matter, and she doesn’t let something like this bother her too much.
What she actually hates the most is the fact that the right side of her face is paralyzed and can’t move on it own. This means that making facial expressions is somewhat hard, and even the most sincere smile looks often mocking or ironic from the outside. Sometimes it leads to misunderstandings, as it’s often hard for the other side to read what her intended facial expression was supposed to be. Eating and drinking are also pretty difficult, as she has to put extra effort in keeping her mouth shut, and care not to bite her cheek when chewing. However, fortunately, her ability to talk has not been distorted, and her voice is as clear and audible as ever. Still, there isn’t a day she wouldn’t wish for it to be normal and healthy. Out of all her disabilities, even the “loss” of leg does not bother her as much as what happened to her face.
She has a distinct, melodic voice, a fact she used to be very proud of. There was a time when she wanted to be a singer, but after several attempts, found out she has no patience nor talent for this sort of stuff. Still, she literally likes to listen to herself talking, and, especially post-accident, sometimes quietly talks to herself-taking especial care not to be heard, of course.
Disabilities:
Brain damage due to car accident. While her memory and cognitive abilities are intact, her motor functions and eye-hand coordination have been severely impaired. What's worse, part of her spine has been damaged, and several parts of her body are now paralyzed as a result. Perhaps fortunately, most of the damage seems to be accumulated on one side of her body. She can't move or feel her right leg, three of her right hand's fingers are useless and almost entire right side of her face is paralyzed, making it impossible for her to make full facial expressions. However, her sight and hearing are intact, and there is "some hope" for "partial recovery" with time and training.
She's forced to use a crutch-in fact, given her condition the doctors wanted to put her on a wheelchair, but for Mizuki it would be far too much to bear. In fact, in the beginning, she didn't want to use the crutch either-preferring something more stylish, like a crane or something among these lines. However, several attempts at walking with a crane and maintaining reasonable speed while doing so quickly brought her down to earth. In the end, she was forced to come to terms with the fact she needs a specialist medical equipment and afterwards she put extra effort in learning to walk and live with that extra accessory-refusing to let that impair her ability to function like a normal human beign whom she, despite everything, still considers herself.
Her hand has also caused her some problems. Mizuki is right handed-which means, she had to learn to write with left hand, as it was impossible to hold a pencil with only the ring and middle fingers functional. Before the accident she used to like playing video games-which too, became impossible, as she can't even hold a gamepad anymore, much less play PC games with the keyboard. However, not being able to play video games have resurrected her childhood passion for books, and, during her time at Yamaku, she found out she likes spending most of her free time in the library.
Personality&Bio:
Before the accident she was one of the most popular girls at school. Good-looking, good grades, good family as well as her natural charisma and wit quickly made her an object of admiration and jealously among her peers. Guys wanted to date her, girls wanted to hang out with her. However, despite all of that, she always put a firm, invisible barrier between herself and the others. Early in her life, she developed a sense of superiority that only strengthened win time. Mizuki considered herself better then the others and thus, she only made acquaintances-not true friends, admirers-not boyfriends. Because of that, despite being surrounded by people, she sometimes felt lonely and alienated-however, she was alway sable to cast away these negative feelings by reminding herself of her achievements, beauty, and bight prospects for the future. Not even in her darkest nightmares did she suspect she'll end up disabled and surrounded by other disabled people, in some remote school in a middle of nowhere.
However, that's what happened. Pulling herself together after the accident required a lot of work. While physically Mizuki wasn't in a critical condition, the psychological damage was far, far more serious. During the first several weeks after the accident she refused to eat, leave bed, or even look in the mirror. She put no effort in the rehabilitation and the doctor's prognosis for recovery were grim. However, with time, she came to terms with her new condition and, slowly but steadily, learned to live with her new handicaps. Of course, returning to school was a huge no. She could never stand showing herself in her new state to her former friends, fans and enemies. And enemies she had a plenty-social misfits, disabled students, ugly students and all the other outcasts whom she often enjoyed bulling whenever there was an occasion. Now that she was disabled herself-and far worse then most of them were-she decided she'd rather killed herself then go back to that school-or any other school, for that matter. However, when her parents presented Mizuki with the possibility of continuing her education at Yamaku, she accepted. Surrounded by other handicapped people, she figured out that she will have far greater chances of adjusting herself and, hopefully, rebuilding something resembling her former life and status-without feeling inferior to anyone.
However, when she arrived at Yamaku, ready to start her school life anew, she found out that not everything is going to be as she imagined. Many of the students enrolled in the school were, according to her, hardly disabled at all. First days at the new school were pain. Her plans to become popular again fell into ruin, as she spends most of the time being bitter and jealous of everyone and anyone who happens to be in a better position then herself. She realized that she has changed. The bitter, spiteful thoughts that accompanied her during the first days at hospital, returned. However, rather then feeling hopeless and hating herself, Mizuki hated everyone around her. No longer was she a talkative person she used to be. Most of her attempts at communication or making friends failed-not that she tried much, either. The disabled ones were disabled and pathetic, the "healthy" ones were lucky and smug, and the teachers were either too cold and disregarding or, even worse, too caring and compassionate(which was much, much harmful to her sense of pride and self-worth). She found herself misanthropic and unwilling to bond with others. Most of the time she spends in th library, as she found a new love for books during her stay in the hospital, and she tends to avoid larger groups of people.
That being said, she is by no means a shy person. Mizuki can talk, and she still has some of her wit and charisma of before-it's just that she doesn't feel the need to utilize them. She absolutely despises shy. introverted people, and often, she likes to imagine bulling or making fun of some of her less boldly-mannered peers, just like she used to occasionally do in the past. However, given her new situation, that is hardly possible, and so, she has to satisfy herself with empty fantasies while cursing her fate and the world around her.
Skills:
She used to be a pretty good gamer, but unfortunately, the new state of her right hand prevents pursuing this sort of hobbies. However, she started reading-from serious works of literature and science, to light hearted romances and flashy light novels and manga. In the beginning, reading was painful. Inexperienced with literature, she didn't know whether she should read fast, or think deeply about every paragraph. However, with time she found her own pace, and now, "literary pursuits" play important role in her life. That being said, she doesn't like discussing these things with other people, and still feels a little embarrassed when someone sees her with a book or a manga magazine-it reminds her of the nerdy otaku at her former school, whom she used to considered losers, and, frankly speaking, to whom she still thinks herself better.
Other than that, she doesn't have any outstanding skills or abilities. Most of her life spent pursuing trivial, though pleasant things, and she didn't show any special talents anyway. Thanks to the diligent effort she used to put into schoolwork and high-level of education provided by the prestigious schools her wealthy family has formerly enrolled her in, she has a strong knowledge of various academic subjects and, having learned both English and German for several years, is almost fluent in both of these languages. However, none of these accomplishments seem to matter to Mizuki nowadays. She found out that she has lost most of her pre-accident drive for studying. Probably, it was something she did to keep a certain image of herself, rather then for it's own sake. Ever since the beginning of her education at Yamaku, she hardly put any effort at all into independent study, and most of the time she doesn't even pay attention during the classes. Her grades can no longer be called "good", although the aren't terrible, either. Not that she'd care, either way. |
7,145 | 201 | 4 | 1,616 | 350 | And that should finish up exercise 13. Now I just have to finish these last two and then...
The bell began ringing and the sudden rush of wind that was common place where Takashi sat. Directly in the center, second row back. It seemed everyday there was some typhoon that blew past him so that everyone could get back to their homes. Something that frustrated Takashi to no end. Especially when his cane and work would fly off his desk as a result. And with no one aware of what was going on around them, he would always have to pick up his own things. Would it kill anyone to help out? No no no no, please. That would be far too much for the common folk and riff raff of Yamaku. Everyone out and concerned about what they were going to do rather than what they did to others around them. You would think that with everyone suffering from some kind of ailment there would be more precedent to care for thy fellow man. Then again most people here were still very young and naive so perhaps that was excuse enough.
Staying in his chair, Takashi bent over to pick up his bag and his papers, some of which had just been finished in the middle of lecture. Being a man who liked to take action and not leave things for the last minute, Takashi had made it a habit to do work in class and during free periods so he wouldn't have anything pressing on him late at night. After collecting all of his work and sorting it into his bag, he quickly draped the bag over his shoulder and picked his cane up from the ground. Getting the feel for the ground and how much energy he would have to put into walking now, he was proud to see that it was not as bad as it was earlier that day. Perhaps sitting and working brought some extra strength to his legs. Looking at the clock he saw he had time to relax and felt a trip to the library was in order. He knew a lot of other students in his class that went there as well, so it was a good hang out after school. Better than most places surrounding the school.
Finally reaching the library, Takashi gave a quick nod to the quiet librarian that greeted everyone there. Inside he could already hear familiar voices yelling back and forth with a few unfamiliar ones sprinkled in among the whispers as well. There were so many shelves and aisles in the room it was hard to tell exactly who and where everyone was in the dimly lit room. It was hard to imagine that anyone could read well in here when the lights weren't turned on. The window light wasn't very useful and where it was bright, it was often bright enough to make the old paper pages of the books reflect back into your eyes. Definitely a difficult place to work with. Heading down a few aisles, Takashi began searching for something in the mystery section, hoping to stimulate some kind of thought in his mind. A mind at rest was a mind wasted he always thought.
"Now where in the world was that detective story about "The Desert Eye"? I know I saw it in the C section just the other day." Takashi whispered to himself as he continued to walk up the aisle, not noticing an girl in a wheelchair down the other end of the aisle. | Name: Takashi Midiara
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 18
Personality: Constantly comes off as being very disinterested in most things, but in truth it is that he has simply grown tired due to his disease. He is very apathetic towards a lot of things, but still remains truly loyal to those he has grown close to during his time at the academy. Tends to try and brighten other peoples' moods as best he can and is not afraid to put himself out into the public eye if that is what the situation calls for.
Skills: In terms of his skills, Takashi is quite smart in the ways of his classes, being a constant name on the highest score marks in the academy year in and year out. He also has found enough free time to himself to become quite adept at Tarot cards, giving out fortunes to many people that dare see what fate may have in store for them. Usually is very aware of the actions other students of his class, so his interpretations of the meanings of the cards is so spot on at times people claim him to be a wizard, a claim that he has laughed off repeatedly. Sadly due to his illness he has no real ability to stay physically active and mostly resides himself in his room after his classes. He can go out every once and a while, but he has to prepare himself accordingly otherwise he may just collapse and not be able to carry himself. Takashi hates to be a burden so he often will end up turning down an out of the blue invite to go and to somewhere.
Bio: Being raised in a quiet suburb, Takashi was constantly watching other children, his brother included play games outside in the sun and on the freshly cut grass. His parents never let him leave the house on his own and were constantly taking him to doctor's visits as a child. Early on, Takashi was diagnosed with Becker's muscular dystrophy, a disease that ate away at his muscles every day he breathed. He had to hear each day how the disease was progressing, slowly one day and suddenly a striking development the next. Because of this, Takashi was never able to truly experience what it was like to be a child and eventually developed a view on the world as being very boring and dramatic, due to his parent's constant worrying.
By age 14, Takashi had practically become a shut in inside his own home. His legs were worthless, being stuck in a wheel chair since age nine. His chest was in constant pain due to the disease, a symptom that was to develop. Another lucky draw he supposed. Worst yet, his own blood had seemingly distanced himself away due to fear. Perhaps it was unfounded fear of contracting the disease. Takashi assumed it was fear of being connected to something you weren't sure was going to survive. Better to not be close that way it wouldn't hurt in the end he thought. Takashi was beginning to see nothing but gray in his world, with no chance of light returning he feared.
At age 16 he was offered a chance to join Yamaku, a school for children with disabilities. His parents urged him to take the chance. Again, he assumed it was to get further away from him. His brother was also in the crowd to push him out the door it seemed. Takashi took the offer and eventually found himself living among so many others who had the same hurt and fear as he did, and it made him feel, disappointingly, at home. Over the years he has gained some strength in his legs back, mainly through the new therapy that the school provides for him. Now out of his wheel chair, he walks around with a cane most of the time. There are days however where the pain is a little too much for him and he ends up in his wheel chair again. It is during these days that students go up to him often and receive their Tarot readings. Due to his lack of mobility, he figured it would be better to have something to do rather than nothing at all and stare out of the window the whole lunch period. He has regained some of his smile back since he came to Yamaku, but that feeling of rejection and fear still haunt the back of his mind.
Other: Tends to spend a good portion of time in the library when he can walk with his cane. It calms him and the walk from his class to the library keeps his strength up. Sometimes will get into arguments just for the sake of it, especially with Makishimu should an opportunity ever arise. He does this mainly because it is funny and Makishimu is able to take a few playful jabs because of his always cheery attitude. |
7,146 | 201 | 5 | 763 | 2,065 | Beneath the ruined, shattered sky, the everpresent cracks in reality revealing the fabric of the twenty-one planes of spiritual transcendence, Jay sat on the peak of a long-abandoned castle. The demonic forces of Azzendaer was conquering more land every passing day, hordes of demons ravaging the land, just as they have ravaged the skies. The nations of the humans were united, their legions of swordmasters standing ground, but ultimately losing ground. In a battle of attrition where one side had the power to create more warriors on demand, it was clear that the humanity that Jay pledged to protect was on the losing side of things.
The Metal General, Kaisemorde, was one of the Hamadra clan demons, the snakes renown for blinding speed and flexibility.
Yet, if he was able to kill Kaisemorde, the enemy's morale will drop. Mass produced demons weren't smart, after all. They required a leader, and leaders took more time to create than a footsoldier. One month? Two months? If he won, that was the amount of reprieve that he would be giving humans. And he would not be getting anything in return.
Because he did not deserve to get any compensation, not when he was weighed down by 999 sins.
From afar, on top of the mountains, he could see the massive snake of metal, and the intimidating figure that sat on a spiked throne embedded into the skull of the beast.
No doubt, the demon general could sense his killing intent from ten miles away.
But that was alright. He never wanted to act with subtlety again.
His red eyes flashed, and his demon's heart burned, the impure blood of a tainted soul coursing through his body. His back expanded, the crackling of new-formed bones ripping through his flesh. They expanded into skeletal wings as night-blue feathers grew on them. Finally, at three times the length of his body, Jay's wings expanded, and he jumped off the building, hands clasped in a prayer that a demon did not deserve.
“In this moment of Eternity,
I of demon's heart and angel's tears beseech thee.
Permit me to smite evil in Heaven's stead.
For only in the darkness can a monster's sin be judged.
Heed my call,
Immaculate Blade of Black Heavens,
Exizanar-Hier!”
A bird became an arrow as it cut through the broken skies, ready to pierce the soul of the Sower of Corruption.
Then, Jay Lowell, known officially as Haruto Mizuki, woke up. Brushing aside the light novel that had shielded his eyes from the orange rays of the afternoon sun, the raven-haired narcoleptic took in a deep breath, checked his wristwatch, looked around him, and deduced that he must have fallen asleep during the break between his second and third classes, sleeping long enough that he had missed the rest of his classes for the day. Slightly annoying, but he was accustom to it by now. It was only his last class that he cared about, after all. In a world of magic, he needed to expand his knowledge of science. Perhaps then, humanity would finally be able to gain a 'true' advantage over the demons of Azzendaer. The science teacher, Mutou, was teaching the secrets of creation on the smallest scale possible. Molecular bonding. What an absolutely fascinating and powerful area of study. Imagine if a spell was crafted that could immediately sever the bonds between atoms. A mono-atomic blade, capable of cutting through any armor, regardless of how thick it was. No, even more, imagine if humans crafted mono-atomic arrowheads! That would easily quadruple the damage output of the human race, and force the demons to exhaust their magical energies protecting themselves from material attacks.
But first, he needed to get to the classroom. Rolling off the park bench and slapping his light novel into his bag, the boy grinned, brought both hands behind his back to secure the limiter of his demonic powers, the Blessed Ribbon of Thurisaz, and imagined his route. He had already slept moments before, so this time, he shouldn't suffer from a sudden bout of exhaustion that sends him falling flat onto his face like a drunk. And the park was still devoid of students.
“So I can go all out! I call upon your power, Talisman of Aegis! Open up a gate into time, and let me pass into the past!”
He turned his wristwatch's time five minutes back, and then ran back to Yamaku.
It took him exactly five minutes, and Jay fist-pumped triumphantly as he arrived 'just as classes ended'. Reverting his watch back to the proper time, the boy with hair longer than most girls closed his eyes once more, reminded himself that he was in the presence of mortals, and began to ascend the stairs, towards the room of Scientology on the third floor. He twisted elegantly, dodging swaths of people and always allowing the ladies passage through an entryway first, such was his knightly conduct.
Black sparkles of cool elegance were literally flying off him as he waltzed against the tide of humans in the hallways.
And, like any kind, mysterious outlaw demon knight with a grim, dark, tragic, heart-shattering, soul-crushing past, he even stopped by the scene of what appeared to be a three-woman collision in the hallway. Though his instinct told him that it was never a good idea to get into what seemed like a soon-to-be deathmatch, he discarded his life-preservation instincts, choosing the more dangerous route instead.
Anyways, the red-headed giant was one of the classmates whose names he actually remembered, and with a smile, he picked up her cane for her and offered her a hand.
“Afternoon, Kushuda-san. Are you alright? It appears that quite a big akushidento happened here.”
For now, he'll ignore the death auras of the other two girls. | Name: Mizuki Haruto
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight, prolly.
Age: 18
Personality
Jay Lowell, known officially as Mizuki Haruto, is an oddball known for doing odd things. Inflicted by chuunibyou syndrome, as well as narcolepsy, he's someone who walks the line between sleep-deprived eccentricity and batshit insane. He honestly believes that there are two realities that he lives in, and conducts himself in a knightly manner, even though sometimes, he'll clutch his chest dramatically and run away, saying that the demon within him is baring its fangs. Even though the only times its happened is when he wants to avoid dealing with something, and just runs away. One who likes to call himself an 'outlaw', Jay is childishly attracted to doing silly, fun things in extreme manners, such as riding a bicycle down a slide or swinging on swings before jumping off them and doing a barrel roll at the apex of height. Crazy things like that, really. A cliche person who overdoes it and literally shits cartoon physics out of his ass, sometimes, people aren't sure whether Jay is actually a human, or just a living, breathing personfication of a trope.
He often has his hair in a ponytail, and treats his hair band as a limiter for his strength. His eyes are only red because contact lenses are OP. And finally, he has the oddest fear ever of umbrellas. Never knew why though.
Heavy Sleeper – Jay is a god-tier sleeper, who is almost impossible to wake up whenever he falls asleep. Unless you try to feed him garlic. Then he wakes up, if only to curse the person who tried that on him.
The Immaculate Blade of Black Heavens – Suffering from the dreaded middle schooler syndrome, Jay's creativity, spontaneity, and self-delusion skills are really something to be feared. Indeed, he's capable of making up the stupidest shit on the fly, and his ability to be embarrassed is something that is utterly, totally non-existant.
Night Owl – Due to the fact that he's prone to falling asleep at random times, Jay never ever 'tries' to sleep. Instead, he's mastered the skill of staying up after his bedtime, generally doing things OTHER than studying. After all, studying is merely a demonstration of the oppression of the academic system, and he will not stand being a trained dog.
Word Weaving – Perhaps it's a side-effect of his delusional fantasies, but Jay is remarkably skilled when it comes to writing anything from essays to articles to self-inserting fantasy novels.
Mizuki Haruto was born a normal child to two mothers who birthed him via a semen donor. He had no defects, and was generally a rather healthy baby growing up. He liked to play with crayons and take naps, but that was the extent of his oddities as a child. Even at the age of five, there wasn't anything seemingly odd about him, other than the fact that he had a habit of dozing off often. After all, at that age, he was still a toddler. His parents rationalized that he was most likely just a person who needed lots of sleep to function well, and like that, he became the type of child who would simply lie down and sleep anywhere, from cradles to chairs to fields to sidewalks. It was only when he started to do the latter that his two parents decided that it was high-time that he paid a visit to the doctor.
After a few weeks, Haruto was diagnosed with narcolepsy, a neurological disorder that brought him into a constant state of sleep deprivation, as well as go into REM sleep almost instantly every time he takes one of those 'naps'. On the recommendation of the doctor, the Mizuki family thus enrolled him into Hamako Elementary, which had an elevator system that would lead into Middle School, and then, finally, bring him into Yamaku for his High School education. Over there, at least, Haruto would be able to get specialized help in regards to his odd sleeping habits, instead of all his classmates panicking when he collapses out on the sidewalk or something. Going through elementary school with little to no problems in regards to friendships and his studies, Haruto was a bright student, which was good, considering he missed most of his classes. Developing powerful self-study and researching skills at a young age to make up for missing lessons, he was recognized back then as the kid who always brought a small pillow with him everywhere, just in case he fell asleep then and there. A kid with two mothers who always wore his winter uniform and brought a pillow with him everywhere. That was what Haruto was in the elementary school.
It was in middle school that things began to change. Light novels were more popular amongst students, and like everyone else, Haruto became wrapped up with that form of media. He would spend his days in the library, often falling asleep while reading some book about a generic Japanese protagonist finding out that he had super powers and starts beating up demons. His trademark pillow was replaced with a book, and his dreams were becoming more and more fantasy-related. Vivid, lucid dreams of a fantasy world and constant sleeping slowly blurred the line between reality for Haruto, and after awhile, he wasn't quite sure which one was real. After all, all humans saw the world in a subjective manner. What proof did he have that his 'fantasy world' was merely a fantasy, and his middle school life was reality? That, combined with the twisted hormones of puberty, made him go through the male version of PMS for quite a long time. After all, he doesn't even know who his father is, and his whole family situation is odd. He's losing grasp on reality, and he doesn't even WANT to figure out which one was which. He's missed out on so many fun things in life due to his tendency to suddenly fall asleep, and now, he's regretting all of those things. It was ultimately a depressing part of his life.
Then, he met the catalyst who solved his problems with a single suggestion.
“What if they were both reality?”
What if he had simply lived in two separate realities, with the motion of 'sleeping' being the key to entering another dimension? What was wrong with simply having his consciousness and unconsciousness both be forms of a 'real life'? There...was nothing wrong with that, and through his catalyst, Haruto was introduced to the world of delusions.
By the time he came into Yamaku High, he was truly engrossed in his own subjective definition of reality, as Jay Lowell, the Thousandth Star.
Born of demonblood and the tears of angels, Jay was the fourth Demon of the Garuda clan to be created by the Dark Lord of Musphelheim, Azzendaer. With sanguine eyes and masterful transformation abilities, he was an assassin of the highest caliber, capable of taking the forms of anything that walked on earth, his disguise so believable that even Seraphims couldn't see through his deception. With that, he walked the earth, slowly corrupting the minds of all humans, elves, dwarves, and wereanimals with his insanity-inducing stares. A monster of sabotage, hundreds of thousands of knights hunted for him, but his shape-shifting prowess insured that he was never captured.
Back then, at the age of 432, he was a twisted monster in every single way.
His 999th mission from Azzendaer was to corrupt and convert the Thousandth Star of Astopol, one of the three thousand swordmasters who could make a contract with the spirits of the earth and fight on par with the demonic beasts that ravaged the lands of Ria'Lanv. Infiltrating the camps through his disguise as that knight's squire, whom he had dispatched of before hand, Jay became that knight lady's apprentice, learning the way of the sword and holy arts, so that one day, he would become the successor to her name. And even though his eyes were still red, even though he tried his best to infect her mind with corruption, his efforts were in vain. She stood firm and ignored his mental attacks, never even appearing to notice them.
No, it was more than that. Slowly, Jay's own view of the world began to change. He began to question the reason of his own existence, began to ask himself what HE wanted. He wanted to understand why demons wanted another world for themselves anyways, when Heaven, Earth, and Hell were basically all the same, albeit warped to suit the needs of their primary inhabitants. Under her guidance, he began to grow and change, for the first time since he was created. He became a respected swordsman, even though it was merely a disguise, and for the first time, he felt something akin to pride. The salvation of the humans just seemed to make him feel better than the corruption of them.
It was on his third year as her squire that she fell in battle, shielding him from the diamond-melting spray of the None-After Serpent. In three seconds, her body melted away, leaving nothing behind. No corpse to bury or burn. No memento to keep or treasure. Because of the salvation of a demon, she killed herself.
Jay should have been happy, and indeed, part of him did.
Yet the other part of him was dying on the inside, crying out in sorrow, raging for bloody, merciless vengeance.
That day, in heaven's stead, the demon smote the Serpent with a sword of blinding light, blessed twentyfold by the angels that he should have been fighting.
That, was the birth of Jay Lowell, the knight with a demon's heart and heaven's sword, an outlaw that walks his own path now: that of the destruction of Azzendaer, the Invincible Demon Lord that sits on the throne of Sandiltus, guarded by an elite echelon of demonic warriors.
His path is righteous, but his ways aren't.
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7,147 | 201 | 6 | 935 | 884 | This is bad.
She could feel him outside pacing up and down, his empty right sleeve flapping about as he paced the halls. Tch, Student Council members are annoying. She had just bought a fresh pack too.
Junko tapped her prosthetic leg on the floor, testing it, making sure it was strapped on tightly.
As soon as class was over and the teacher was out of sight, she and the Student Council member dashed off, sprinting as if it was the 100m dash.
"JUNKO! Surrender your bag to me! I know you are carrying banned items in there!"
"Shut up, Mr Hentai Super Ero Pervert! Stop harassing me!"
"My name's Kisaragi!"
She dashed past several students, past that tall red-head in her class, that short black hair person, and Mr Invincible Warrior helping up the red head, then past a bend to the stairs. Instead of going down the stairs however, she immediately pressed herself to the wall near the corner, remaining silent as Kisaragi blasted past her and down the stairs.
"Heh."
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She took a deep pull at the stub, and exhaled, puffing out a billow of smoke. Junko was trying to make a smoke ring, but that was a bit hard to do in the breeze.
It was so peaceful up here on the roof. The breeze and the vista it offered never failed to grant her a sense of peace. That and it was always a good place for a smoke. She made sure not to leave any litter about however, for both personal and hygienic purposes. This place made her forget, at least for the moment, about her friends and her old life back in her hometown.
"Wonder how the Blue Falcon is faring nowadays?"
She took one last cigarette from the box and pulled up a loose brick near the piping, revealing her secret stash of things, mostly snacks and a few packs of cigarettes.
What worries her most however was the papers and assignments. Maybe she can copy Sakura's homework, or perhaps Sayuri. Invincible Warrior Man would do in a pinch, but then she had to listen to how he defeated the demon of Tralfagaz's Reach with only a broken sword and a bottle of mana. | Name:Nakurumi Junko (Last Name, First Name format)
Gender: Grill
Sexuality: All of them.
Age: 18
Appearance:
Personality: Cheerful as heck, but has a rebellious streak to her. Which was one of the reason she took up smoking, though other factors also contributed. Doesnt care much for social norms, trending things, or whatever else, only those she finds really noteworthy and necessary. Those flashy new phones aren't something she'd be interested in, but a laptop that actually functions and does all the things she wants her laptop to do would be bought in an instant.
However, her lack of thoughts for social norms may put off some people, and her quick temper helped none. She had been known to be in a few brawls before as well. Junko is very protective of anyone she considers friends or close to her.
Skills: Cooking, athletics, baths, swimming, avoiding tough subjects, punching people, listening to rants without actually listening and still appear attentive, and fixing toasters.
Bio: Before she was in another school, being the delinquent student she was now, even if she had good grades and wasn't actually missing any of the classes. Junko had a tendency to generate strange rumors about herself due to the strange way she dressed and the color of her hair. Of course, her being friends with some people who were in a gang also helped generate some of those rumors.
She used to be with the Blue Falcon gang at the time, not really doing anything more harmful than loitering about in front of shops and boasting about inconsequential things. Until another member was beaten up by another neighboring gang, simply because 'it wasn't their turf'.
All hell broke loose, and they took to battling the other gang. It was something thrilling for her at the time, fighting alongside your friends, the bond of trust between them. However, it was soon apparent the Blue Falcon was outnumbered, and they started recruiting. The Blue Falcon was evolving to something else, going far from the gang's origins. They were holding their grounds now, and the other gang didn't try to beat them up as much as before.
The Blue Falcon survived, but in the process had become something she loathed, so she simply left, saying goodbye only to the original members of the Falcon. The very next day, she was hit by a car, the driver drunk as a raccoon in a beer barrel. The Falcons thought it was the other gangs, and since she was one of the originals, took it very personally.
Junko never heard from them again. She was moved to a hospital far away, and enrolled in a special school much further away when she fully recovered. Except for one of her eye and her leg.
Other: (Quirks, fun facts, hobbies, nervous ticks, ... Not required.) |
7,148 | 201 | 7 | 1,701 | 59 | Sayuri scanned the title of each book as she rolled slowly past, looking for something that would catch her eye. The shelves were much taller then her and she was sitting, so she was really only able to see a fraction of the books. This seemed like an oversight by the school, she thought idly to herself. She thought they would've put more thought into the high of the bookshelves, considering many students might have trouble reaching the higher levels.
Sayuri wasn't too bothered by it though, and she almost always was able to find something interesting to read within her reach. She stopped her chair when her eyes came to rest on one such book. She didn't know exactly what made her stop at this one over all the others, but she was rarely disappointed when she followed these little flights of intuition. She reached up a shaking hand, having to force her weakening muscles to obey her, and slid the book out from it's place in the shelf and onto her lap. Moving her arms had started to get a little harder lately, as if her muscles were constantly asleep, but at least she could still move her fingers for the most part, aside from those brief times that they just completely refused to move as she wanted.
Sayuri looked down at the cover of the book she had chosen. She didn't recognise the author, though the title was interesting. "The Desert Eye..." She mumbled as she turned the book over and read the blurb on the back. Apparently it was one of those detective novels, part of a series perhaps? She turned it back over and looked down at the cover once more, as it sat on her lap. She was thinking about where to go and read. The weather outside was nice, sunny with a scattering of light clouds. Some sunlight would be nice, though the Library itself was also nice and quiet right now, so maybe she could find a place near a window. | Name: Mawaru Sayuri
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 17
Disability: Spinocerebellar Ataxia
Appearance:
Personality: Sayuri is a kind girl who is always quick with a smile, however her good-cheer, while mostly genuine, can sometimes be a shield between herself and unpleasant situations. She tends to force optimism rather than confront reality.
Skills: High intelligence, musical aptitude, excellent singer
Bio: Sayuri was born into a family of musical prodigies. Her father was a talented violinist while her mother was known nation-wide as a master concert pianist. Natural she and her siblings shared their parent's passion for music and even shared their talent. Sayuri was drawn to the piano and, under her mother's proud tutelage, blossomed. At the age of seven she had already won awards for her playing and it was said that she had the potential to surpass even her mother. As Sayuri entered her early teens, however, things began to go wrong. She began to suffer slight losses in motor control, namely in her legs. These quickly spread to her arms and hands as well and affected her ability to play the piano. She was taken to several doctors and was finally diagnosed with Spinocerebellar Ataxia, a degenerative disease that would destroy her ability to move her muscles, further disrupt her motor-control and finally damage her organs. Eventually she would die as her organs shut down, and her dream of playing the piano was over as well. Whenever she tried, her weakening fingers would stumble over the keys that she could once make sing. She decided that she would never again touch another piano. As her condition worsened she was eventually bound to a wheelchair, this coincided with her graduation from middle school, and so her family had her enrolled in Yamaku, where she has been since.
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7,149 | 201 | 8 | 1,616 | 350 | Having scanned the shelves for what felt like too long for a simple book, Takashi finally decided to just accept that the book was not where it needed to be. Much like other things that the boy needed at the school. Is the calculator in the closet? No, it just so happens to be placed somewhere along the back shelves of the room. Is the pencil box filled with pencils? It just so happens that they decided to be placed in a cup on the professor's desk. Absolute annoyances all the way around. And yet when he brought up the constant lack of organization, people always called him out as some kind of perfectionist. Perfection and convenience are two very different things, but clearly not in the eyes of judgement. Just thinking about it all gave the boy a headache he felt not even the most powerful medication would be able to fix.
Eventually finding the first entry in the series he was trying to read he pulled it off the shelf and began looking it over. It seemed like more dust had collected in it when compared to other books in the library. This place was frequented often by students just looking the pass the time. A close second was the fields for playing team sports such as soccer and after that was the random fields of grass between some of the major buildings. People would set out blankets and enjoy a nice little meal every once and a while out there to enjoy the sun. Takashi tried it himself, but found it embarrassing when he could barely pick himself up afterwards. He hated looking so damn weak out there among the eyes of his classmates. Even though they all shared some kind of disability, it wasn't pleasant when everyone could see you struggle with yours.
Shaking his head he skimmed through the book again and noticed a few of his previously made flaps to the pages. Apparently the reason the book was so dusty was that he was the last one to touch the thing, and that must have been at the very least two months ago. The whole plot to the book was a middle aged man and his son finding themselves called upon to find old relics that had been stolen for monetary value. Trailing the thieves with clues and leads they eventually found the culprits at the end of each story, with the son doing the usual heroic deeds of fighting off enemies while the father took care of puzzles or riddles they needed solved. A true muscle and brains kind of duo. It was old serial stuff, but Takashi loved it so.
Placing the book under his arm he placed his weight down on the can in his right hand. It seemed that standing for so long looking had made his legs a little sore again. He was forced to put the weight on his toes and walk like a crane. A crane with literally no finesse as it would be. Turning his head down the aisle he noticed a familiar wheel chair and blue hair. The boy smiled as he began heading over to her. "Well well Sayuri. I should have guessed you would be down here today." He said as he eventually came to a stop near her. He always kept a bit of distance between himself and anyone in a chair, just because you never knew when the device would get a mind of its own. Gravity was always tricky, and momentum a deceitful mistress. "I hope the elevator wasn't crushing you like it did last week. Honestly, you'd think the acceptance rate at this school wouldn't be so dramatic." Takashi said with a laugh as he placed an arm on a shelf next to him, trying to take as much weight off his legs as possible that way he wouldn't begin feeling the usual strain that came later in the day. | Name: Takashi Midiara
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 18
Personality: Constantly comes off as being very disinterested in most things, but in truth it is that he has simply grown tired due to his disease. He is very apathetic towards a lot of things, but still remains truly loyal to those he has grown close to during his time at the academy. Tends to try and brighten other peoples' moods as best he can and is not afraid to put himself out into the public eye if that is what the situation calls for.
Skills: In terms of his skills, Takashi is quite smart in the ways of his classes, being a constant name on the highest score marks in the academy year in and year out. He also has found enough free time to himself to become quite adept at Tarot cards, giving out fortunes to many people that dare see what fate may have in store for them. Usually is very aware of the actions other students of his class, so his interpretations of the meanings of the cards is so spot on at times people claim him to be a wizard, a claim that he has laughed off repeatedly. Sadly due to his illness he has no real ability to stay physically active and mostly resides himself in his room after his classes. He can go out every once and a while, but he has to prepare himself accordingly otherwise he may just collapse and not be able to carry himself. Takashi hates to be a burden so he often will end up turning down an out of the blue invite to go and to somewhere.
Bio: Being raised in a quiet suburb, Takashi was constantly watching other children, his brother included play games outside in the sun and on the freshly cut grass. His parents never let him leave the house on his own and were constantly taking him to doctor's visits as a child. Early on, Takashi was diagnosed with Becker's muscular dystrophy, a disease that ate away at his muscles every day he breathed. He had to hear each day how the disease was progressing, slowly one day and suddenly a striking development the next. Because of this, Takashi was never able to truly experience what it was like to be a child and eventually developed a view on the world as being very boring and dramatic, due to his parent's constant worrying.
By age 14, Takashi had practically become a shut in inside his own home. His legs were worthless, being stuck in a wheel chair since age nine. His chest was in constant pain due to the disease, a symptom that was to develop. Another lucky draw he supposed. Worst yet, his own blood had seemingly distanced himself away due to fear. Perhaps it was unfounded fear of contracting the disease. Takashi assumed it was fear of being connected to something you weren't sure was going to survive. Better to not be close that way it wouldn't hurt in the end he thought. Takashi was beginning to see nothing but gray in his world, with no chance of light returning he feared.
At age 16 he was offered a chance to join Yamaku, a school for children with disabilities. His parents urged him to take the chance. Again, he assumed it was to get further away from him. His brother was also in the crowd to push him out the door it seemed. Takashi took the offer and eventually found himself living among so many others who had the same hurt and fear as he did, and it made him feel, disappointingly, at home. Over the years he has gained some strength in his legs back, mainly through the new therapy that the school provides for him. Now out of his wheel chair, he walks around with a cane most of the time. There are days however where the pain is a little too much for him and he ends up in his wheel chair again. It is during these days that students go up to him often and receive their Tarot readings. Due to his lack of mobility, he figured it would be better to have something to do rather than nothing at all and stare out of the window the whole lunch period. He has regained some of his smile back since he came to Yamaku, but that feeling of rejection and fear still haunt the back of his mind.
Other: Tends to spend a good portion of time in the library when he can walk with his cane. It calms him and the walk from his class to the library keeps his strength up. Sometimes will get into arguments just for the sake of it, especially with Makishimu should an opportunity ever arise. He does this mainly because it is funny and Makishimu is able to take a few playful jabs because of his always cheery attitude. |
7,150 | 201 | 9 | 86 | 67 | Briskly shaking her head, she attempted to shak off all the thoughts that weren't really relevant at the moment, focusing on the here and now for once, or at least attempting to do so. It dawned on her after a while that she hadn't barreled into just one person, but two people, which exlpained why she had toppled easily despite seemingly being a lot taller than both of them. As far as weight went though, she was probably in the same category, if not even less. It might have been worse if she had been the only person left standing, as she recalled from before she became tall how tall people used to like bullying those smaller than them. It hadn't felt as hard to her at first, but that might have been because her thoughts and senses had been at a completely different location to actually register the impact of the collision properly. Her rear was seriously starting to hurt now, and she noted how most of her things had scattered across the hallway, possibly mixed wth the items of the others. To their possibe irritation, she averted her attention from the two girls she had slammed into, making sure that nothing she had previously been carrying had magically vanished one way or the other. It didn't seem like that much of an unlikely thing to happen.
Finally, her attention drifted back towards the less than pleased pair of people. In her mind's eye,the two of them looked a lot older and more experienced than her, remembering from her years in middle school what it had meant to disrespect one of your elders. She had never really been the target of bullying, but had seen it happen before, and it was usually the older that picked on the younger and smaller. Despite the fact that she fit into neither of these categories anymore, her mind had not progressed beyond the idea of being a relatively new person in highschol, which bumped her back to the bottom of the ladder.
While her mind was processing all of these things, she remained on the ground a lot longer than the others, having given them the time to rise up and tower over her, which only brought the impression that she was actually the smaller, younger one home. Unfortunately for her, neither of them seemed to be very understanding. The girl with black hair adopted an agressive stance, her fists clenched which briefly made Sakura shift herself backwards, almost tossing up her arms in defense out of fear from an incoming punch to her face while she was still down on the ground. She had had only brief interactions with her, the voice in her mind reminded her that this one's name had something to do with a colour, yet in her current confused state she didn't really remember it, instead taking a gamble to her name. "I'm sorry Crimson, I don't have a problem... welI I have a few, but none with- I didn't mean to-..." She stammered hurriedly.
Before she could finish her sentence, the other one she had bashed into rose as well. While Scarlett had given off an instant and very clear aggressive tone, the other one almost made her skin crawl. The word "Die." rung in her head, did she actually mean for her to die? Surely she couldn't, ... could she? The posion oozing from her voice was enough to make her believe that if words could kill, she'd be ended right then and there. The name of this girl was stored somewhere in her memory as well, but as much as she wanted to remember, she just couldn't completely recall it. Even if she had, at the moment she probably wasn't able to maje use of it it all right now. The malice and contempt in her voice were enough to petrify her for a few seconds as she stared back at her with two wide eyes, resembling those of a deer caught in the headlights of a truck.
The way things were looking right now, she was going to face fate as a deer exactly. Though instead of a truck hitting her, it might be the furious fists or insults of these girls. If it had been only oneof these two, she might have been able to handle them in a diplomatic manner, but with two glaring down at her with such contempt, her mind jammed each time she worked up something to say. What might calm down one person could enrage the other, and vice versa. Her gaze flicked back in between the two, unable to keep their glare for longer than a split second, only to be met by the glare of the other one the moment she tore her gaze away.
Thankfully, her cane hovered out of view into a fourth person's hand, whose other hand was thrust out towards her to help her up, as she still hadn't been able to pick herself up. With the tiniest of nods, she carefully slid her hand into his, the weak grip of her slender, long fingers not being of much a help to get herself up. With more than just a little bit of quivering protest, her legs stumbled back up as well, not used to getting up like this, let alone with suc huge, clumsy limbs that didn't seem all that inclined to cooperate with her as well as she'd have liked. It was only when she towered back out over the two that had risen before her that she remembered herself who the tallest, and possibly even oldest one around here was, boosting her self confidence. She murmured a quick "Thank you... Mizuki-san." towards her saviour, whose identity was easier to place. His antics were pretty infamous, in the school already from the brief time she had spent here.
Taking a precautionary step backwards, she dipped her head forwards, bending nearly likea rigid plank towards the two as she bowed before them. Her height didn't help here though, in her bowed position she was about the same height as them, rather than actually being lower than them. Had she gone lower tohugh, she couldn't trust herself to keep standing upright, out of danger of toppling over once more. Balance always was a thing that people took for granted until it was absent. Perhaps with the little demonstration of how frail balance was, the two girls might agree, but they were more likely to blame it on her instead as it seemed. There were no illusions in her mind that they might be able to imagine how clumsy and hard to control such a tall body really was.
"I'm terribly sorry, I meant no harm. Honest."
She apologised more to the ground than the actual people, her eyes briefly flicking past the fringes of her hair dangling in front of her face as she stood bent over in a rather clumsy, if not even mockingly-looking bow. Grace evidently was something that had not yet manifested in her. | Name: Sakura Kushuda.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Bicurious.
Age: 18.
Appearance:
Sakura is a tall person, even more so due to her pure japanese heritage. Often she is taller than most girls and just as tall or taller than most males. Her body seems to have develloped rapidly, even though she might still have some issues to adapt to how suddenly she has changed over the course of time thanks to her recent struggles. However, while she is tall, she is skinny rather than genuinely slender, lacking a great deal of muscles that she lost during the time she was incapacitated. Although she is gradually recovering rom this, gaining muscle every day, to thetrained eye one could still be able to observe how weak she was in this area.
While most of the time she is able to walk on her own, she often carries a cane around with her for when things get difficult, coping with the issues of getting used to her suddenly so long limbs and the lack of muscles to work them as properly as she had liked.
The most distinct feature about Sakure is most probably her long, red hair, reaching all the way down, past her waist. While it might not be the most convenient hair of all time, she sees little use in shortening it as she refrains from activities where it might get in the way anyway. Rather, she prizes herself over her hair, often seen fondling or striking her long, slender fingers through it.
While outwards appearance is not often her greatest concern, she enjoys spending time taking care of herself, combing her long hair until it shone flawlessly. Her dress code out of school was quite distinct, whereas she doesn't dress to impress other, but merely for her own amusement, taking great pleasure in looking a little differently from the majority of the people. Her fondness of ribbons and hair accessories is shown every day, sporting a wide collection of them, hardly a day goes by where one might be able to see the same accessorry in her hair, or in the same spot.
From the accident, she had a few minor burn scars on her left hip and the upper part of her left arm, feeling a little ashamed of them. Other than that, her skin is quite pale, a sympton she got from her life secluded and indoors, as well as the three long years that sh had spent in the hospital, because of this, she is also a little more vulnerable to the light of the sun, and easier to get burnt by it, being somewhat on the frail side in general.
Personality: While not as shy as she could be perceived at first, she is not quite the most extroverted person around. Often she prefers to remains silent when she can and assess the situation to form a good opinion, before oepning her mouth and speaking. Her time alone is something she genuinely enjoys, finding not too much need to interact with other people constantly. That does not mean that she enjoys being lonely. As a human being, she still craves for social contact, although she might be a little more picky on with who, when and how frequent she wishes this. Another factor in this tale is that she simply is unaware of how exactly to behave around people her age, and can be a little awkward because of this, rather than a genuine distaste, she is aware of the discomfort she can cause.
Her demeanor is often a little distracted, if not even a little ditzy from time to time. Indeed, her mind liked to wander, often indulging in the fantasies she managed to conjure up that distracted her from the real world. This often leads her to spac out, sometimes not even catching on when someone is talking to her or even failing at things that required a larger amount of concentration. Furthermore, her longlimbed body takes some tme to get used to, making her clumsy at times. Bumping her elbow into things or kocking items off of a table being a couple of examples.
Skills: Being an avid reader, Sakura is very adept at learning swiftly, as well as taking in information at a very high pace, able to draw conclusions and think logically about a majority of topics. She is able to soak in information quickly if one can manage to get her to concentrate, which is not always as easy as it sounds though.
Bio: Sakura grew up in the family of a wealthier family as the second child of a prospering businessman. Due to her life on the countryside, she was somewhat secluded from most of the world, attending elementary school like a normal person, but preferring to remain at home out of her own accord most of the time. From the moment she was able to read, she kept asking for Her favorite way to spend her leisure time was burrying her nose in the countless books her family had amassed during their time. It became aparant to her parents that their daughter was gifted with high intelligence, sending her to a school for gifted people after she had finished her elementary school, as they ha wished her to experience a normal early childhood first, but wished to develop her talents better afterwards.
While she was able to consume books at a very rapid pace, her favorite genre had to be everything that was even remotely close to fantasy, losing herself in the splendid tales of distant wolds and foreign cultures all too happily. This, added to the fact that she enrolled in a special school added to her seclusion, while her parents grewmore and more protective of her and didn't mind tht they were able to keep a better eye on her each time she holed herself up in the library. It was not as if she was unpopular at school or lacked any particular set of social skills, rather that she simply preferred to be silent when she could and chose the company of books over the company of her newfund classmates, whom she often through to be arrogant and too obsessed with themselves.
One day, on her way back from school on the train, since her school for the gifted was located in the big city, her life changed forver. DUe to an electrical malfunction, the train she was on derailed and slammed into a building, hurling her through the carriage she was in and slamming her head against the side of the vehicle with disastrous consequences.
Fortunately, Sakura was pulled loose from the wreckage with only minor physical injuries that managed to heal over time, which made her luckier than several of the other passenger. However, there was more than simply surface damage, havin suffered a great trauma to her head during the crash. Within a few days, the doctors had to inform her parents that she was unlikely to wake up as soon as they might hope, she was comatose.
After what seemed like an eternal lasting three years to her family, Sakura finally woke from her coma, with all the consequences that not having used her body for so long meant. Nearly all of her muscles had deteriorated as well as her flesh until she was little more than skin and bones. The long recovery followed, where immense physical therpahy helped her bit by bit to regain her ability to walk and sue her limbs as intended. It proved difficult however, conidering how her body had gone through a massive growth during her time asleep, giving her little time to adjust suddenly to her new length and reach. Her progress was carefully monitored, making sure that there were no motory disorders in her brain either.
That was not the only issue however, in her experience, it had only been a day since the accident, as if she had only just woken up from a deep sleep. Her memory served to make her believe the accident had happened only recently, and she had not matured a day since the moment of the crash over the course of those three years. Her mind remained that of a fifteen year old girl in an eightteen year old body, giving her difficulties to adjust as well as troubles in behaving her age.
To her own dismay and the surprise of her doctors, Sakura gained trouble sleeping and frequently suffered panic attacks, a loud explosion she hear din her head each ime such an attack happened. The medical staff handed her the name fo he condition: Exploding head syndrme, a name that confused and frightened her. At irregular intervals, she would hear an explosion in her head, causing her to go int shock and get a panic attack. Quickly, she was also diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder, getting panic attacks every time it happened or she experienced something similar to the crash.
Her future looks brighter however, on the reccomendation of the doctors, she and her parents agreed to have her enroll in Yamaku for her last year of highschool. Thankfully, she had been ahead of the curve of normal students before her incident, and was suspected to have little to few difficulties fitting into the year corresponding to he actual age, despite the three years that she had missed, her intelligence a thing that finally managed to do her some good so she wouldn't be as much behind.
While her muscles are still weak, she gets stronger every day, looking forwards to the moment where she will finally be comfortable enough to leave her cane behind and get on with her life, hoping her condition's severity to fade over time as well.
Other: Sakure is a huge fan of books, movies and everything fantasy related. She has a ouple of quirks that one might consider a little odd as well. As often as she can, she would buy gift cards and birthday cards from shops, making it a point to own as many different ones as she can. By now, she has managed to amass a rather impressive collection, decorating her room with them in the form of ribbons, wallpapes or garlands.
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7,151 | 201 | 10 | 1,698 | 82 | She recognized the girl. Sakura. Kushuda Sakura. It's hard not to notice her. In fact, she's probably one of the most outstanding people in the school. Not only is she tall beyond the norm, but, perhaps more importantly, her distinct red hair, drew attention-perhaps more so then she realized. Mizuki noticed that the girl is pretty air headed, and often unaware of her surroundings. Like she's living in a dream or something. This trait of hers, Aizawa Mizuki didn't like in particular. She was never fond of people who don't care about their self-image (and, in the past, did not hesitate to demonstrate to them exactly how important it is to be mindful of one's own surroundings) and would absolutely love to stage one such demonstration right now, if she had her friends and wasn't half paralyzed, herself.
But unfortunately, she was, and nothing could have been done about it. While thinking of what next to say, without embarrassing herself while doing so, a long-haired boy who seemed vaguely familiar came to Sakura's rescue, making the situation that much more awkward. She's the offender, why is she getting helped?, yet voicing this sort of complaint would be pretty much useless. As much as she despised the girl, there was literally no way she could retaliate. She'll be forced to move on and pretend nothing happened. The red hair's oh-so-sincere apologies didn't make it easier to tell her anything bad, either. In the end, nothing did happen, indeed. The only thing hurt was, ultimately, her pride. She decided to drop it, and leave the scene before she says or does something she'd regret. Even though it's been quite a while since the accident, sometimes, she still tends to forget that she's disabled now and, therefore, in no position to look down or talk back to normal, healthy people (like these two appeared to be). Or rather, normal disabled people aren't, for Mizuki often considered herself naturally above the rest, even if slightly.
Shifting her attention from Sakura, she noticed that the entire incident had one additional victim. A taller girl with distinct, black hair(that she suspected were either fake, dyed, stolen, or all these things combined. There is absolutely no way these hair were real, no doubt about that. For one, Mizuki's own hair, which she used to care for dearly, could never reach such a brilliant hue, and therefore, no other hair were permitted, either). The girl wasn't satisfied with the entire incident either, and they could have easily teamed up on apologetic Sakura together, if not for the intervention of that cursed long haired boy, to whom she now directed her attention.
She was a little surprised when he was addressed with the same name as hers, though quickly regained her composure, realizing it's a surname in his case. Coincidences happen. That being noted, he looked pretty out of it himself. She wondered what his disability was. While Mizuki was pretty certain that Sakura had a hopeless case of gigantism, the boy looked perfectly healthy. Even handsome, except that she wasn't into guys with excessively long hair and messy clothes. She hated people with messy clothes, how hard is it to take care of one's attire anyway(never mind that she too didn't pay much attention to her exterior, lately)? Frowning on him for a little bit longer then a moment, she turned to the red haired girl and decided it's time to make a step back. Without looking her in the eye, she turned away with a clear "Never mind", indicating she's not very much interested in further conversation. Leave the messy freaks to their messy ways. She'll find a way to have revenge on some other occasion, no doubt. | Name:Aizawa Mizuki
Gender:Female
Age:17
Sexuality:Heterosexual
Appearnace:
Her long, black hair are usually loose and somewhat disorderly nowadays- with her right hand as it is, styling them is just too much work, and she doesn’t feel much pressure into doing this anyway. She used to put much attention into her physical appearance, always caring for it to be neat and proper, but ever since the accident she learned to let go and now she’s much less strict with herself.
Mizuki is pretty short, even for a Japanese girl. Her slender body build and fairly invisible cleavage didn’t use to be a big deal back when she had friends and popularity-but now, she finds it mostly to her dislike that her body turned out that way. She’d much rather be taller, and more curvy. However, in the end, this is a trivial matter, and she doesn’t let something like this bother her too much.
What she actually hates the most is the fact that the right side of her face is paralyzed and can’t move on it own. This means that making facial expressions is somewhat hard, and even the most sincere smile looks often mocking or ironic from the outside. Sometimes it leads to misunderstandings, as it’s often hard for the other side to read what her intended facial expression was supposed to be. Eating and drinking are also pretty difficult, as she has to put extra effort in keeping her mouth shut, and care not to bite her cheek when chewing. However, fortunately, her ability to talk has not been distorted, and her voice is as clear and audible as ever. Still, there isn’t a day she wouldn’t wish for it to be normal and healthy. Out of all her disabilities, even the “loss” of leg does not bother her as much as what happened to her face.
She has a distinct, melodic voice, a fact she used to be very proud of. There was a time when she wanted to be a singer, but after several attempts, found out she has no patience nor talent for this sort of stuff. Still, she literally likes to listen to herself talking, and, especially post-accident, sometimes quietly talks to herself-taking especial care not to be heard, of course.
Disabilities:
Brain damage due to car accident. While her memory and cognitive abilities are intact, her motor functions and eye-hand coordination have been severely impaired. What's worse, part of her spine has been damaged, and several parts of her body are now paralyzed as a result. Perhaps fortunately, most of the damage seems to be accumulated on one side of her body. She can't move or feel her right leg, three of her right hand's fingers are useless and almost entire right side of her face is paralyzed, making it impossible for her to make full facial expressions. However, her sight and hearing are intact, and there is "some hope" for "partial recovery" with time and training.
She's forced to use a crutch-in fact, given her condition the doctors wanted to put her on a wheelchair, but for Mizuki it would be far too much to bear. In fact, in the beginning, she didn't want to use the crutch either-preferring something more stylish, like a crane or something among these lines. However, several attempts at walking with a crane and maintaining reasonable speed while doing so quickly brought her down to earth. In the end, she was forced to come to terms with the fact she needs a specialist medical equipment and afterwards she put extra effort in learning to walk and live with that extra accessory-refusing to let that impair her ability to function like a normal human beign whom she, despite everything, still considers herself.
Her hand has also caused her some problems. Mizuki is right handed-which means, she had to learn to write with left hand, as it was impossible to hold a pencil with only the ring and middle fingers functional. Before the accident she used to like playing video games-which too, became impossible, as she can't even hold a gamepad anymore, much less play PC games with the keyboard. However, not being able to play video games have resurrected her childhood passion for books, and, during her time at Yamaku, she found out she likes spending most of her free time in the library.
Personality&Bio:
Before the accident she was one of the most popular girls at school. Good-looking, good grades, good family as well as her natural charisma and wit quickly made her an object of admiration and jealously among her peers. Guys wanted to date her, girls wanted to hang out with her. However, despite all of that, she always put a firm, invisible barrier between herself and the others. Early in her life, she developed a sense of superiority that only strengthened win time. Mizuki considered herself better then the others and thus, she only made acquaintances-not true friends, admirers-not boyfriends. Because of that, despite being surrounded by people, she sometimes felt lonely and alienated-however, she was alway sable to cast away these negative feelings by reminding herself of her achievements, beauty, and bight prospects for the future. Not even in her darkest nightmares did she suspect she'll end up disabled and surrounded by other disabled people, in some remote school in a middle of nowhere.
However, that's what happened. Pulling herself together after the accident required a lot of work. While physically Mizuki wasn't in a critical condition, the psychological damage was far, far more serious. During the first several weeks after the accident she refused to eat, leave bed, or even look in the mirror. She put no effort in the rehabilitation and the doctor's prognosis for recovery were grim. However, with time, she came to terms with her new condition and, slowly but steadily, learned to live with her new handicaps. Of course, returning to school was a huge no. She could never stand showing herself in her new state to her former friends, fans and enemies. And enemies she had a plenty-social misfits, disabled students, ugly students and all the other outcasts whom she often enjoyed bulling whenever there was an occasion. Now that she was disabled herself-and far worse then most of them were-she decided she'd rather killed herself then go back to that school-or any other school, for that matter. However, when her parents presented Mizuki with the possibility of continuing her education at Yamaku, she accepted. Surrounded by other handicapped people, she figured out that she will have far greater chances of adjusting herself and, hopefully, rebuilding something resembling her former life and status-without feeling inferior to anyone.
However, when she arrived at Yamaku, ready to start her school life anew, she found out that not everything is going to be as she imagined. Many of the students enrolled in the school were, according to her, hardly disabled at all. First days at the new school were pain. Her plans to become popular again fell into ruin, as she spends most of the time being bitter and jealous of everyone and anyone who happens to be in a better position then herself. She realized that she has changed. The bitter, spiteful thoughts that accompanied her during the first days at hospital, returned. However, rather then feeling hopeless and hating herself, Mizuki hated everyone around her. No longer was she a talkative person she used to be. Most of her attempts at communication or making friends failed-not that she tried much, either. The disabled ones were disabled and pathetic, the "healthy" ones were lucky and smug, and the teachers were either too cold and disregarding or, even worse, too caring and compassionate(which was much, much harmful to her sense of pride and self-worth). She found herself misanthropic and unwilling to bond with others. Most of the time she spends in th library, as she found a new love for books during her stay in the hospital, and she tends to avoid larger groups of people.
That being said, she is by no means a shy person. Mizuki can talk, and she still has some of her wit and charisma of before-it's just that she doesn't feel the need to utilize them. She absolutely despises shy. introverted people, and often, she likes to imagine bulling or making fun of some of her less boldly-mannered peers, just like she used to occasionally do in the past. However, given her new situation, that is hardly possible, and so, she has to satisfy herself with empty fantasies while cursing her fate and the world around her.
Skills:
She used to be a pretty good gamer, but unfortunately, the new state of her right hand prevents pursuing this sort of hobbies. However, she started reading-from serious works of literature and science, to light hearted romances and flashy light novels and manga. In the beginning, reading was painful. Inexperienced with literature, she didn't know whether she should read fast, or think deeply about every paragraph. However, with time she found her own pace, and now, "literary pursuits" play important role in her life. That being said, she doesn't like discussing these things with other people, and still feels a little embarrassed when someone sees her with a book or a manga magazine-it reminds her of the nerdy otaku at her former school, whom she used to considered losers, and, frankly speaking, to whom she still thinks herself better.
Other than that, she doesn't have any outstanding skills or abilities. Most of her life spent pursuing trivial, though pleasant things, and she didn't show any special talents anyway. Thanks to the diligent effort she used to put into schoolwork and high-level of education provided by the prestigious schools her wealthy family has formerly enrolled her in, she has a strong knowledge of various academic subjects and, having learned both English and German for several years, is almost fluent in both of these languages. However, none of these accomplishments seem to matter to Mizuki nowadays. She found out that she has lost most of her pre-accident drive for studying. Probably, it was something she did to keep a certain image of herself, rather then for it's own sake. Ever since the beginning of her education at Yamaku, she hardly put any effort at all into independent study, and most of the time she doesn't even pay attention during the classes. Her grades can no longer be called "good", although the aren't terrible, either. Not that she'd care, either way. |
7,152 | 201 | 11 | 1,701 | 59 | Sayuri looked up from he book on her lap, drawn out of her thoughts by the sound of a voice. Takashi Midiara, a classmate and fellow bibliophile was standing in front of her. She smiled up at him from her chair. "Ah Midiara-kun, a pleasure to see you. Actually today the elevator was almost deserted. I guess people are getting sick of having their toes run over." She said joking, she always made a point to avoid getting people's feet stuck under her wheels, though accidents did happen from time to time.
Sayuri wouldn't go so far as to say that She and Takashi were friends, but he was one of the few people in her class that she'd had more than simple fleeting conversations with, in fact some hadn't even said one word to her yet. Still she held some fondness for him, even if he had a habit of keeping his distance, and she didn't mean physically. She had noticed an apathy in him at times that could make him seem distant.
The girl pulled herself out of her thoughts and glanced at the book Takashi held. It was dusty but still held the worn appearance of being well read and she recognised the author's name. "Oh, it looks like we've picked up books from the same writer today, Midiara-kun." She tapped her long fingers on the book sitting on her lap as she moved her chair alongside him so he could see the cover. "Is their work any good?" She asked, looking up at him. | Name: Mawaru Sayuri
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 17
Disability: Spinocerebellar Ataxia
Appearance:
Personality: Sayuri is a kind girl who is always quick with a smile, however her good-cheer, while mostly genuine, can sometimes be a shield between herself and unpleasant situations. She tends to force optimism rather than confront reality.
Skills: High intelligence, musical aptitude, excellent singer
Bio: Sayuri was born into a family of musical prodigies. Her father was a talented violinist while her mother was known nation-wide as a master concert pianist. Natural she and her siblings shared their parent's passion for music and even shared their talent. Sayuri was drawn to the piano and, under her mother's proud tutelage, blossomed. At the age of seven she had already won awards for her playing and it was said that she had the potential to surpass even her mother. As Sayuri entered her early teens, however, things began to go wrong. She began to suffer slight losses in motor control, namely in her legs. These quickly spread to her arms and hands as well and affected her ability to play the piano. She was taken to several doctors and was finally diagnosed with Spinocerebellar Ataxia, a degenerative disease that would destroy her ability to move her muscles, further disrupt her motor-control and finally damage her organs. Eventually she would die as her organs shut down, and her dream of playing the piano was over as well. Whenever she tried, her weakening fingers would stumble over the keys that she could once make sing. She decided that she would never again touch another piano. As her condition worsened she was eventually bound to a wheelchair, this coincided with her graduation from middle school, and so her family had her enrolled in Yamaku, where she has been since.
Theme Song |
7,153 | 201 | 12 | 1,616 | 350 | Takashi laughed as Sayuri mentioned the running over of toes. It had become a bit of a complaint it seemed among students who had good working legs or had a trot without a limp at the amount of times they would be hurt by chairs and canes. The amount of times that students would go to him with complaints about how is cane at time would slip into people's walking paths was hilarious to the young man. Not that he enjoyed hindering others, but that such a simple little tool could cause such a large headache among those around him.
Sayuri was always one quick with a joke. Then again, perhaps Takashi thought that simply due to the lack of real conversation that the two had over the course of their scholastic careers. Most of the time it was a simple passing discussion about the weather or how they each fared on a test they had just completed for one of their courses. And the few occasions that there was a deep conversation it always seemed to be forced and immediately replaced with something that was a bit simpler and quicker. Albeit more often than not Takashi was responsible for pushing the discussion to an end.
It wasn't that he didn't enjoy conversation, it was more just due to the fact that speaking about personal problems and his past didn't seem like a proper thing to discuss with someone in public. The two never had an alone conversation as it was always in a public place with constant traffic surrounding them at times. Then again, when you live in a school like Yamaku the ability to be alone was almost impossible unless you rented out a room for a private meeting. Hardly anyone he knew did something as childish and juvenile as that.
Turning his attention back to the girl in front of him, he noticed she had moved to his side. She mentioned that the authors were the same. Looking up at him, he looked down at the book in her lap and read out the cover. Sights on the Desert Eye. Takashi showed a smile on his face as he pointed to the book. “I'll be, that was actually a book I was looking for myself. It's the third of the series actually.” The boy explained as he moved the book in his hands to hold it from the spine, showing the cover of the literary piece he held.
On it was a small drawing of the two main characters, the father and his son running towards the viewer with what appeared to be a stone carving under the younger man's arms. The title read out History Lost in Stone. Takashi turned it to his face and gave a chuckle. “I personally love this series with all the puzzles and tricks that the two heroes have to over come. It has some obligatory nuances like action and romance at times, but all of it isn't just thrown in there for the sake of it.” He said as he pulled it back under his arm and readjusted himself on the shelf he was leaning on. “It's a good read for those looking for a bit of a mystery with a side of brain teasers here and there.” Takashi explained with a small smile on his face. | Name: Takashi Midiara
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 18
Personality: Constantly comes off as being very disinterested in most things, but in truth it is that he has simply grown tired due to his disease. He is very apathetic towards a lot of things, but still remains truly loyal to those he has grown close to during his time at the academy. Tends to try and brighten other peoples' moods as best he can and is not afraid to put himself out into the public eye if that is what the situation calls for.
Skills: In terms of his skills, Takashi is quite smart in the ways of his classes, being a constant name on the highest score marks in the academy year in and year out. He also has found enough free time to himself to become quite adept at Tarot cards, giving out fortunes to many people that dare see what fate may have in store for them. Usually is very aware of the actions other students of his class, so his interpretations of the meanings of the cards is so spot on at times people claim him to be a wizard, a claim that he has laughed off repeatedly. Sadly due to his illness he has no real ability to stay physically active and mostly resides himself in his room after his classes. He can go out every once and a while, but he has to prepare himself accordingly otherwise he may just collapse and not be able to carry himself. Takashi hates to be a burden so he often will end up turning down an out of the blue invite to go and to somewhere.
Bio: Being raised in a quiet suburb, Takashi was constantly watching other children, his brother included play games outside in the sun and on the freshly cut grass. His parents never let him leave the house on his own and were constantly taking him to doctor's visits as a child. Early on, Takashi was diagnosed with Becker's muscular dystrophy, a disease that ate away at his muscles every day he breathed. He had to hear each day how the disease was progressing, slowly one day and suddenly a striking development the next. Because of this, Takashi was never able to truly experience what it was like to be a child and eventually developed a view on the world as being very boring and dramatic, due to his parent's constant worrying.
By age 14, Takashi had practically become a shut in inside his own home. His legs were worthless, being stuck in a wheel chair since age nine. His chest was in constant pain due to the disease, a symptom that was to develop. Another lucky draw he supposed. Worst yet, his own blood had seemingly distanced himself away due to fear. Perhaps it was unfounded fear of contracting the disease. Takashi assumed it was fear of being connected to something you weren't sure was going to survive. Better to not be close that way it wouldn't hurt in the end he thought. Takashi was beginning to see nothing but gray in his world, with no chance of light returning he feared.
At age 16 he was offered a chance to join Yamaku, a school for children with disabilities. His parents urged him to take the chance. Again, he assumed it was to get further away from him. His brother was also in the crowd to push him out the door it seemed. Takashi took the offer and eventually found himself living among so many others who had the same hurt and fear as he did, and it made him feel, disappointingly, at home. Over the years he has gained some strength in his legs back, mainly through the new therapy that the school provides for him. Now out of his wheel chair, he walks around with a cane most of the time. There are days however where the pain is a little too much for him and he ends up in his wheel chair again. It is during these days that students go up to him often and receive their Tarot readings. Due to his lack of mobility, he figured it would be better to have something to do rather than nothing at all and stare out of the window the whole lunch period. He has regained some of his smile back since he came to Yamaku, but that feeling of rejection and fear still haunt the back of his mind.
Other: Tends to spend a good portion of time in the library when he can walk with his cane. It calms him and the walk from his class to the library keeps his strength up. Sometimes will get into arguments just for the sake of it, especially with Makishimu should an opportunity ever arise. He does this mainly because it is funny and Makishimu is able to take a few playful jabs because of his always cheery attitude. |
7,154 | 201 | 13 | 1,618 | 1,065 | Ahhh, molecular bonding and the forces that made it possible. Normally, he wouldn't be as interested. Chemistry was not his forte, physics was. But the inclusion of inter-atomic forces made Isamu interested enough. Atoms and molecules made up literally everything observable in existence, be they antimatter or the garden-variety stuff you see every day. He appreciated the science of molecular bonds. As two wise astrophysicists had said: "We are all connected: to each other biologically, to the Earth chemically, and to the rest of the Universe atomically." (Neil Degrasse Tyson) and "The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it, but the way those atoms are put together." (Carl Sagan)
He could go on for an hour about atoms, the connections they made and how important they were. But now he had homework and a paper about ions. Being the over-achiever he was with science, Isamu had thrown a few bits about plasma into his paper. Nothing they'd learned in class, just research he'd done independently. He was so extremely fond of Mutou. So extremely fond that he wouldn't even be surprised if somebody...got the wrong idea about their relationship. It had happened once before at Yamaku, and there was nobody to blame but Isamu. He was so enthusiastic about science and making friends that he often crossed boundaries few others would dare to cross with teachers. Usually, nothing came of it, but when he hugged one teacher, he earned himself a good thirty-minute lecture on appropriate conduct between teachers and students.
Following the hordes of students out of class, Isamu made sure not to bump into anybody. If there was a single student at Yamaku who was extremely careful about the conditions of others, it was Tanaka Isamu. Part of it came from the fact that this was his fourth year here. Part of it came from the fact that a classmate had nearly died two years ago after a run-in with a careless hall-walker. But really, it mainly came from his heightened sense of friendliness and empathy because he never had real friendship growing up. So when a distinctly noticeable girl with distinctly noticeable hair crashed into another of his classmates, Tanaka was the... SECOND to spring into action?! Never mind, it was just Haruto. Of all people, he was the other one you'd likely find at the scene of an incident like this, offering a hand.
Sighing to himself at his, Isamu approached the retreating party of the crash, the one who had a cane securely strapped to her arm, keeping a good half-meter of distance between them. "Hey, are you alright? That looked like a pretty rough fall there. I hate to see anybody get hurt because of stuff like that." Reaching behind his body and scratching the back of his head, he looked at the obvious offender. "I take it she wasn't looking where she was going? From what I saw, she seems pretty clumsy in general. Hm...maybe she has some sort of...brain disorder that messes with her balance? No...that would be a mental condition." Noticing that he was thinking the last bit out loud, he made a dismissing motion with his hand. "Ignore that last bit, just...just thinking out loud. I do that sometimes." | Name: Tanaka Isamu
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 18
Appearance: Hands:
Height/Weight: 170cm/59 kg (5'7", 130 pounds)
Personality: Isamu is a very friendly person, owing to his seclusion for most of his life. He's quick to trust, quick to befriend, and quick to forgive. He holds the people in his life near and dear to him, and tries to make new friends wherever possible. He likes to crack jokes, sometimes with a somewhat dark nature to them, but he holds no prejudices or aversion to general society. Since being at Yamaku, he's gotten used to the stares, and occasionally snaps his "claws" at people he notices staring to freak them out. In class, he's diligent and hard-working, and can be described as a teacher's pet.
Skills: Origami, has a distinct love and talent for physics, and a talent (but no love) for mathematics. Also understands most English.
Bio: Ectrodactyly. A condition often referred to as "Lobster claw syndrome" by people who are aware of its existence, due to the...unique appearance it causes in those who suffer from it. The condition is congenital, but no family history of it exists. Isamu...just got unlucky. Some mutation occurred while his mother was pregnant, and now he has three fingers on each hand. The thumb, ring finger and little finger are intact, though separated. There is minor fusion of the ring and little fingers, though each retains most of its normal function.
Due to his condition, Isamu's parents home-schooled him. He knew that he was strange, and his home-schooling was voluntary. His life was relatively normal, as is the case for many "lobstermen." Despite appearances, Isamu retains most of the utility of his hand, and has a driver's license, as well as an interest in origami. When he reached high school age, his parents told him about a school where he could fit in, develop some independence, and make friends. Since he was home-schooled, Isamu's only friends were his parents and his cat. Since his parents had their hands full home-schooling Isamu, they never had another child. At least, that's the official story. Mr. Tanaka suffered an incident at work which damaged his hips and legs, as well as...eliminating his ability to reproduce. His mother has had many extra-marital boyfriends, sanctioned by her husband. Isamu has even met several of these men, and they have been known to contribute to his schooling as well.
Of course, given the choice to go out into the world, Isamu readily accepted, and has been at Yamaku for a few years now. The reason he is a year older than other students is because his home-schooling was somewhat delayed in order to prepare him fully for the world at large.
Other: N/A for now. |
7,155 | 201 | 14 | 763 | 2,065 | That girl really was freakishly tall, wasn't she? As he pulled the skinny girl up, Jay was painfully aware of the height difference between the two, with the red head easily standing a head above him. Sorta awkward, but then again, who cares? It was the duty of a Knight of Wings to assist a fallen Valkyrie, after all, even when his own wings were dyed in tar and blood, weighed down equally by sin and atonement. Offering her cane like one would with a sword, Jay said in reponse to her gratitude, “My wings are yours, Valkyrie of Sunfire. It's only natural.”
As she went through the typical apologies to the individuals involved, instead of simply smiting the plebians with heavenwrath, slaying them for their lese majeste like any normal noble would, the boy took that chance as one to take a look at the other one that was involved in the incident. A lady with long, well-kept hair, if not as long or ruggedly wild as his own was. Her face looked a little stiff, almost like that of a mask, which made Jay narrow his red eyes slightly. A human from the outside, perhaps, but Azzendaer wasn't a fool. He was capable of molding demons in the shape of humans. So, would it be possible that his influence has even reached this sanctuary now? Before Jay could use his Seer's Eye of Mindmaster though, the Yamato Nadeshiko turned around, broke contact, and left. A connection could not be established, and he made an almost inaudible 'tsk'. He'd have to remember her face for now. At the moment, his duty chained him by the side of Kushuda Sakura.
After all, considering the whole situation, she was pretty much obligated to do him a favor now. An impure, ulterior motive, really. But demons aren't angels, and ultimately, that was how it was.
Smiling, he then asked, “By the way, Kushuda-san, did you take notes during class today? Mind if I take a look at them? I had to miss out on afternoon class because of battle preparations against Kaisemorde.”
Yeah, if he remembered correctly, she was actually smart, so hopefully she did what he couldn't. | Name: Mizuki Haruto
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight, prolly.
Age: 18
Personality
Jay Lowell, known officially as Mizuki Haruto, is an oddball known for doing odd things. Inflicted by chuunibyou syndrome, as well as narcolepsy, he's someone who walks the line between sleep-deprived eccentricity and batshit insane. He honestly believes that there are two realities that he lives in, and conducts himself in a knightly manner, even though sometimes, he'll clutch his chest dramatically and run away, saying that the demon within him is baring its fangs. Even though the only times its happened is when he wants to avoid dealing with something, and just runs away. One who likes to call himself an 'outlaw', Jay is childishly attracted to doing silly, fun things in extreme manners, such as riding a bicycle down a slide or swinging on swings before jumping off them and doing a barrel roll at the apex of height. Crazy things like that, really. A cliche person who overdoes it and literally shits cartoon physics out of his ass, sometimes, people aren't sure whether Jay is actually a human, or just a living, breathing personfication of a trope.
He often has his hair in a ponytail, and treats his hair band as a limiter for his strength. His eyes are only red because contact lenses are OP. And finally, he has the oddest fear ever of umbrellas. Never knew why though.
Heavy Sleeper – Jay is a god-tier sleeper, who is almost impossible to wake up whenever he falls asleep. Unless you try to feed him garlic. Then he wakes up, if only to curse the person who tried that on him.
The Immaculate Blade of Black Heavens – Suffering from the dreaded middle schooler syndrome, Jay's creativity, spontaneity, and self-delusion skills are really something to be feared. Indeed, he's capable of making up the stupidest shit on the fly, and his ability to be embarrassed is something that is utterly, totally non-existant.
Night Owl – Due to the fact that he's prone to falling asleep at random times, Jay never ever 'tries' to sleep. Instead, he's mastered the skill of staying up after his bedtime, generally doing things OTHER than studying. After all, studying is merely a demonstration of the oppression of the academic system, and he will not stand being a trained dog.
Word Weaving – Perhaps it's a side-effect of his delusional fantasies, but Jay is remarkably skilled when it comes to writing anything from essays to articles to self-inserting fantasy novels.
Mizuki Haruto was born a normal child to two mothers who birthed him via a semen donor. He had no defects, and was generally a rather healthy baby growing up. He liked to play with crayons and take naps, but that was the extent of his oddities as a child. Even at the age of five, there wasn't anything seemingly odd about him, other than the fact that he had a habit of dozing off often. After all, at that age, he was still a toddler. His parents rationalized that he was most likely just a person who needed lots of sleep to function well, and like that, he became the type of child who would simply lie down and sleep anywhere, from cradles to chairs to fields to sidewalks. It was only when he started to do the latter that his two parents decided that it was high-time that he paid a visit to the doctor.
After a few weeks, Haruto was diagnosed with narcolepsy, a neurological disorder that brought him into a constant state of sleep deprivation, as well as go into REM sleep almost instantly every time he takes one of those 'naps'. On the recommendation of the doctor, the Mizuki family thus enrolled him into Hamako Elementary, which had an elevator system that would lead into Middle School, and then, finally, bring him into Yamaku for his High School education. Over there, at least, Haruto would be able to get specialized help in regards to his odd sleeping habits, instead of all his classmates panicking when he collapses out on the sidewalk or something. Going through elementary school with little to no problems in regards to friendships and his studies, Haruto was a bright student, which was good, considering he missed most of his classes. Developing powerful self-study and researching skills at a young age to make up for missing lessons, he was recognized back then as the kid who always brought a small pillow with him everywhere, just in case he fell asleep then and there. A kid with two mothers who always wore his winter uniform and brought a pillow with him everywhere. That was what Haruto was in the elementary school.
It was in middle school that things began to change. Light novels were more popular amongst students, and like everyone else, Haruto became wrapped up with that form of media. He would spend his days in the library, often falling asleep while reading some book about a generic Japanese protagonist finding out that he had super powers and starts beating up demons. His trademark pillow was replaced with a book, and his dreams were becoming more and more fantasy-related. Vivid, lucid dreams of a fantasy world and constant sleeping slowly blurred the line between reality for Haruto, and after awhile, he wasn't quite sure which one was real. After all, all humans saw the world in a subjective manner. What proof did he have that his 'fantasy world' was merely a fantasy, and his middle school life was reality? That, combined with the twisted hormones of puberty, made him go through the male version of PMS for quite a long time. After all, he doesn't even know who his father is, and his whole family situation is odd. He's losing grasp on reality, and he doesn't even WANT to figure out which one was which. He's missed out on so many fun things in life due to his tendency to suddenly fall asleep, and now, he's regretting all of those things. It was ultimately a depressing part of his life.
Then, he met the catalyst who solved his problems with a single suggestion.
“What if they were both reality?”
What if he had simply lived in two separate realities, with the motion of 'sleeping' being the key to entering another dimension? What was wrong with simply having his consciousness and unconsciousness both be forms of a 'real life'? There...was nothing wrong with that, and through his catalyst, Haruto was introduced to the world of delusions.
By the time he came into Yamaku High, he was truly engrossed in his own subjective definition of reality, as Jay Lowell, the Thousandth Star.
Born of demonblood and the tears of angels, Jay was the fourth Demon of the Garuda clan to be created by the Dark Lord of Musphelheim, Azzendaer. With sanguine eyes and masterful transformation abilities, he was an assassin of the highest caliber, capable of taking the forms of anything that walked on earth, his disguise so believable that even Seraphims couldn't see through his deception. With that, he walked the earth, slowly corrupting the minds of all humans, elves, dwarves, and wereanimals with his insanity-inducing stares. A monster of sabotage, hundreds of thousands of knights hunted for him, but his shape-shifting prowess insured that he was never captured.
Back then, at the age of 432, he was a twisted monster in every single way.
His 999th mission from Azzendaer was to corrupt and convert the Thousandth Star of Astopol, one of the three thousand swordmasters who could make a contract with the spirits of the earth and fight on par with the demonic beasts that ravaged the lands of Ria'Lanv. Infiltrating the camps through his disguise as that knight's squire, whom he had dispatched of before hand, Jay became that knight lady's apprentice, learning the way of the sword and holy arts, so that one day, he would become the successor to her name. And even though his eyes were still red, even though he tried his best to infect her mind with corruption, his efforts were in vain. She stood firm and ignored his mental attacks, never even appearing to notice them.
No, it was more than that. Slowly, Jay's own view of the world began to change. He began to question the reason of his own existence, began to ask himself what HE wanted. He wanted to understand why demons wanted another world for themselves anyways, when Heaven, Earth, and Hell were basically all the same, albeit warped to suit the needs of their primary inhabitants. Under her guidance, he began to grow and change, for the first time since he was created. He became a respected swordsman, even though it was merely a disguise, and for the first time, he felt something akin to pride. The salvation of the humans just seemed to make him feel better than the corruption of them.
It was on his third year as her squire that she fell in battle, shielding him from the diamond-melting spray of the None-After Serpent. In three seconds, her body melted away, leaving nothing behind. No corpse to bury or burn. No memento to keep or treasure. Because of the salvation of a demon, she killed herself.
Jay should have been happy, and indeed, part of him did.
Yet the other part of him was dying on the inside, crying out in sorrow, raging for bloody, merciless vengeance.
That day, in heaven's stead, the demon smote the Serpent with a sword of blinding light, blessed twentyfold by the angels that he should have been fighting.
That, was the birth of Jay Lowell, the knight with a demon's heart and heaven's sword, an outlaw that walks his own path now: that of the destruction of Azzendaer, the Invincible Demon Lord that sits on the throne of Sandiltus, guarded by an elite echelon of demonic warriors.
His path is righteous, but his ways aren't.
Theme: 7th Trigger |
7,156 | 201 | 15 | 1,698 | 82 | Just as she was about to leave the site, a new person approached her. Another boy. For a change, this one had much, much shorter hair then the other one. He too, looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't recall his name or disability. Not that it mattered. His words of compassion made her sort of angry. She didn't like to be pitied, it was humiliating. He seemed to have good intentions, but for Mizuki, it was like twisting a knife in her wound. However, again, there was little she could do, other then dismissing him and retreating somewhere far away. Right as she was about to say something cold to him, he scratched the back of his head in a silly motion, and she noticed that there is something wrong with his hands. Now she wasn't in the mood to talk, and just as she was about to dismiss him,he she noticed that his hands are weird. Upon closer inspection, Mizuki realized that he has only three fingers. She glanced at her dysfunctional right hand. She had all five, but only two were functional. Does that mean she has it worse?
No..wait a minute..wait a minute. Since when did her jealousy of those, who are healthy and well turned into a jealousy of anyone and everyone who is at least slightly less dysfunctional then herself? However, before that doubtlessly revolutionary observation could settle in her brain, she found herself chuckling at his notion of Sakura having a brain disorder, and utterly forgot what she was thinking about just a moment ago. A treacherous giggle! Knowing that it was too late to play it cold now, she decided to carry on with the conversation.
"Haha, you don't need to apologize for that. I also think that some students here have more then just physical problems". Naturally, she was excluded from that list. For a moment she was tempted to go on in that direction and share with him some of her other ideas regarding the red-haired girl, but in the end, decided against it and changed topic a little bit. "I'm Aizawa Mizuki..I think we're classmates." Yes..she as certain they were in the same class. Won't hurt to ask his name.
"I'm sorry", she said, exaggerating the "sorry" on purpose, "but I've only transfered a few weeks ago, having spend some time in the hospital, and I don't remember everyone's name yet. You are..?" | Name:Aizawa Mizuki
Gender:Female
Age:17
Sexuality:Heterosexual
Appearnace:
Her long, black hair are usually loose and somewhat disorderly nowadays- with her right hand as it is, styling them is just too much work, and she doesn’t feel much pressure into doing this anyway. She used to put much attention into her physical appearance, always caring for it to be neat and proper, but ever since the accident she learned to let go and now she’s much less strict with herself.
Mizuki is pretty short, even for a Japanese girl. Her slender body build and fairly invisible cleavage didn’t use to be a big deal back when she had friends and popularity-but now, she finds it mostly to her dislike that her body turned out that way. She’d much rather be taller, and more curvy. However, in the end, this is a trivial matter, and she doesn’t let something like this bother her too much.
What she actually hates the most is the fact that the right side of her face is paralyzed and can’t move on it own. This means that making facial expressions is somewhat hard, and even the most sincere smile looks often mocking or ironic from the outside. Sometimes it leads to misunderstandings, as it’s often hard for the other side to read what her intended facial expression was supposed to be. Eating and drinking are also pretty difficult, as she has to put extra effort in keeping her mouth shut, and care not to bite her cheek when chewing. However, fortunately, her ability to talk has not been distorted, and her voice is as clear and audible as ever. Still, there isn’t a day she wouldn’t wish for it to be normal and healthy. Out of all her disabilities, even the “loss” of leg does not bother her as much as what happened to her face.
She has a distinct, melodic voice, a fact she used to be very proud of. There was a time when she wanted to be a singer, but after several attempts, found out she has no patience nor talent for this sort of stuff. Still, she literally likes to listen to herself talking, and, especially post-accident, sometimes quietly talks to herself-taking especial care not to be heard, of course.
Disabilities:
Brain damage due to car accident. While her memory and cognitive abilities are intact, her motor functions and eye-hand coordination have been severely impaired. What's worse, part of her spine has been damaged, and several parts of her body are now paralyzed as a result. Perhaps fortunately, most of the damage seems to be accumulated on one side of her body. She can't move or feel her right leg, three of her right hand's fingers are useless and almost entire right side of her face is paralyzed, making it impossible for her to make full facial expressions. However, her sight and hearing are intact, and there is "some hope" for "partial recovery" with time and training.
She's forced to use a crutch-in fact, given her condition the doctors wanted to put her on a wheelchair, but for Mizuki it would be far too much to bear. In fact, in the beginning, she didn't want to use the crutch either-preferring something more stylish, like a crane or something among these lines. However, several attempts at walking with a crane and maintaining reasonable speed while doing so quickly brought her down to earth. In the end, she was forced to come to terms with the fact she needs a specialist medical equipment and afterwards she put extra effort in learning to walk and live with that extra accessory-refusing to let that impair her ability to function like a normal human beign whom she, despite everything, still considers herself.
Her hand has also caused her some problems. Mizuki is right handed-which means, she had to learn to write with left hand, as it was impossible to hold a pencil with only the ring and middle fingers functional. Before the accident she used to like playing video games-which too, became impossible, as she can't even hold a gamepad anymore, much less play PC games with the keyboard. However, not being able to play video games have resurrected her childhood passion for books, and, during her time at Yamaku, she found out she likes spending most of her free time in the library.
Personality&Bio:
Before the accident she was one of the most popular girls at school. Good-looking, good grades, good family as well as her natural charisma and wit quickly made her an object of admiration and jealously among her peers. Guys wanted to date her, girls wanted to hang out with her. However, despite all of that, she always put a firm, invisible barrier between herself and the others. Early in her life, she developed a sense of superiority that only strengthened win time. Mizuki considered herself better then the others and thus, she only made acquaintances-not true friends, admirers-not boyfriends. Because of that, despite being surrounded by people, she sometimes felt lonely and alienated-however, she was alway sable to cast away these negative feelings by reminding herself of her achievements, beauty, and bight prospects for the future. Not even in her darkest nightmares did she suspect she'll end up disabled and surrounded by other disabled people, in some remote school in a middle of nowhere.
However, that's what happened. Pulling herself together after the accident required a lot of work. While physically Mizuki wasn't in a critical condition, the psychological damage was far, far more serious. During the first several weeks after the accident she refused to eat, leave bed, or even look in the mirror. She put no effort in the rehabilitation and the doctor's prognosis for recovery were grim. However, with time, she came to terms with her new condition and, slowly but steadily, learned to live with her new handicaps. Of course, returning to school was a huge no. She could never stand showing herself in her new state to her former friends, fans and enemies. And enemies she had a plenty-social misfits, disabled students, ugly students and all the other outcasts whom she often enjoyed bulling whenever there was an occasion. Now that she was disabled herself-and far worse then most of them were-she decided she'd rather killed herself then go back to that school-or any other school, for that matter. However, when her parents presented Mizuki with the possibility of continuing her education at Yamaku, she accepted. Surrounded by other handicapped people, she figured out that she will have far greater chances of adjusting herself and, hopefully, rebuilding something resembling her former life and status-without feeling inferior to anyone.
However, when she arrived at Yamaku, ready to start her school life anew, she found out that not everything is going to be as she imagined. Many of the students enrolled in the school were, according to her, hardly disabled at all. First days at the new school were pain. Her plans to become popular again fell into ruin, as she spends most of the time being bitter and jealous of everyone and anyone who happens to be in a better position then herself. She realized that she has changed. The bitter, spiteful thoughts that accompanied her during the first days at hospital, returned. However, rather then feeling hopeless and hating herself, Mizuki hated everyone around her. No longer was she a talkative person she used to be. Most of her attempts at communication or making friends failed-not that she tried much, either. The disabled ones were disabled and pathetic, the "healthy" ones were lucky and smug, and the teachers were either too cold and disregarding or, even worse, too caring and compassionate(which was much, much harmful to her sense of pride and self-worth). She found herself misanthropic and unwilling to bond with others. Most of the time she spends in th library, as she found a new love for books during her stay in the hospital, and she tends to avoid larger groups of people.
That being said, she is by no means a shy person. Mizuki can talk, and she still has some of her wit and charisma of before-it's just that she doesn't feel the need to utilize them. She absolutely despises shy. introverted people, and often, she likes to imagine bulling or making fun of some of her less boldly-mannered peers, just like she used to occasionally do in the past. However, given her new situation, that is hardly possible, and so, she has to satisfy herself with empty fantasies while cursing her fate and the world around her.
Skills:
She used to be a pretty good gamer, but unfortunately, the new state of her right hand prevents pursuing this sort of hobbies. However, she started reading-from serious works of literature and science, to light hearted romances and flashy light novels and manga. In the beginning, reading was painful. Inexperienced with literature, she didn't know whether she should read fast, or think deeply about every paragraph. However, with time she found her own pace, and now, "literary pursuits" play important role in her life. That being said, she doesn't like discussing these things with other people, and still feels a little embarrassed when someone sees her with a book or a manga magazine-it reminds her of the nerdy otaku at her former school, whom she used to considered losers, and, frankly speaking, to whom she still thinks herself better.
Other than that, she doesn't have any outstanding skills or abilities. Most of her life spent pursuing trivial, though pleasant things, and she didn't show any special talents anyway. Thanks to the diligent effort she used to put into schoolwork and high-level of education provided by the prestigious schools her wealthy family has formerly enrolled her in, she has a strong knowledge of various academic subjects and, having learned both English and German for several years, is almost fluent in both of these languages. However, none of these accomplishments seem to matter to Mizuki nowadays. She found out that she has lost most of her pre-accident drive for studying. Probably, it was something she did to keep a certain image of herself, rather then for it's own sake. Ever since the beginning of her education at Yamaku, she hardly put any effort at all into independent study, and most of the time she doesn't even pay attention during the classes. Her grades can no longer be called "good", although the aren't terrible, either. Not that she'd care, either way. |
7,157 | 201 | 16 | 935 | 884 | Taking a leisurely pace, she walked down the flight of stairs, feeling a better now that she had a smoke. There was no hesitation or deliberation in her steps, not after all the time she had spent using the prosthetic feet. True she still stumbled or fell down from time to time, but at least she wasn't too conscious about her legs now. Except maybe how fat she would look in certain jeans.
Rummaging about in her bag, she pulled out a box of Pocky, and pulled out a few sticks of it.
"Mind if I take a look at them? I had to miss out on afternoon class because of battle preparations against Kaisemorde.”
*crunch*
Junko looked blank for a moment, crunching on the Pocky stick. That was the first thing she heard when she came down the stairs, and the first thing she saw was Invincible Warrior and Sakura together. It wasn't that hard to connect in her mind, two person standing close, and Invincible Man wanted to see those. Boys will be boys.
"Yo, I wasn't interrupting anything, am I?" Junko pulled out another Pocky stick and put it in her mouth and mumbled "...sheesh, people sure are brazen flirting about in the open..."
An interesting development; she never knew Warrior Boy had it in him to snag a girl like Sakura of all people. And on the same note, Sakura sure had bad taste in men. Not that she, Junko, knew anything about love. Maybe companionship; she had plenty of those in the Blue Falcon, but definitely not love. She did know love made one of the Blue Falcon jump from a fourth floor window into a pool to impress his girl, but it maybe all those coffee and beer he snarfed earlier.
"Ah, that's right! Sakura, help me with the exercises again, please? I didn't quite understand what the teacher said." That was true, but she failed to mention she was mostly daydreaming in Mutou's lecture. | Name:Nakurumi Junko (Last Name, First Name format)
Gender: Grill
Sexuality: All of them.
Age: 18
Appearance:
Personality: Cheerful as heck, but has a rebellious streak to her. Which was one of the reason she took up smoking, though other factors also contributed. Doesnt care much for social norms, trending things, or whatever else, only those she finds really noteworthy and necessary. Those flashy new phones aren't something she'd be interested in, but a laptop that actually functions and does all the things she wants her laptop to do would be bought in an instant.
However, her lack of thoughts for social norms may put off some people, and her quick temper helped none. She had been known to be in a few brawls before as well. Junko is very protective of anyone she considers friends or close to her.
Skills: Cooking, athletics, baths, swimming, avoiding tough subjects, punching people, listening to rants without actually listening and still appear attentive, and fixing toasters.
Bio: Before she was in another school, being the delinquent student she was now, even if she had good grades and wasn't actually missing any of the classes. Junko had a tendency to generate strange rumors about herself due to the strange way she dressed and the color of her hair. Of course, her being friends with some people who were in a gang also helped generate some of those rumors.
She used to be with the Blue Falcon gang at the time, not really doing anything more harmful than loitering about in front of shops and boasting about inconsequential things. Until another member was beaten up by another neighboring gang, simply because 'it wasn't their turf'.
All hell broke loose, and they took to battling the other gang. It was something thrilling for her at the time, fighting alongside your friends, the bond of trust between them. However, it was soon apparent the Blue Falcon was outnumbered, and they started recruiting. The Blue Falcon was evolving to something else, going far from the gang's origins. They were holding their grounds now, and the other gang didn't try to beat them up as much as before.
The Blue Falcon survived, but in the process had become something she loathed, so she simply left, saying goodbye only to the original members of the Falcon. The very next day, she was hit by a car, the driver drunk as a raccoon in a beer barrel. The Falcons thought it was the other gangs, and since she was one of the originals, took it very personally.
Junko never heard from them again. She was moved to a hospital far away, and enrolled in a special school much further away when she fully recovered. Except for one of her eye and her leg.
Other: (Quirks, fun facts, hobbies, nervous ticks, ... Not required.) |
7,158 | 201 | 17 | 1,618 | 1,065 | She giggled at his mention of Sakura's possible mental illness. She...really didn't like that girl, did she? Or was she laughing at his mental digression, waving it off like he had? It could be either, but he assumed it was the latter, since she told him not to apologize for it, sharing her musings that some of the students here had more than physical issues. It was certainly true, especially in Isamu's case. He think some therapist told him he had an issue with imprinting on people, and he was inclined to believe that idea. After all, he had done something like that in the past with people, becoming heavily attached to people he barely knew. It was just another part of the reason he tried to make friends with a lot of people: the more he got used to dealing with people, the less heavily attached he'd get to people he'd just met.
Aizawa Mizuki, the girl introduced herself as. Huh...Mizuki? Weeeiiirrrddd, man, just like Haruto...or should he call him Jay? Oh well, not worth dwelling on. Were they classmates? Yes, yes they were. He couldn't possibly forget that cane or the braces. It was kind of terrible, but sometimes he made a note of the more...obviously disabled students. Some people needed an extra wide berth, some needed assistance with certain parts of their lives. He'd known a few people missing whole chunks of their bodies that occasionally needed help with their prosthetics, if they had them. For some, it might have been a sad sight. For Isamu, it was heartwarming and inspiring to see people overcoming despite adversity. And that was precisely what this girl in front of him was doing. Every step must have been tough for her, but she fought on like a real warrior. If that Haruto respected anybody, it should be her. Not the...Midgard Lobster, as he'd been referred to.
Sighing quietly as he digressed again, Isamu looked back at Mizuki and bowed his head gently. "Tanaka Isamu. Ectrodactyly. Lobster claw syndrome, as some might call it." It was...usual for him to greet himself this way. His condition was obvious, and he couldn't just let it sit in the air. He was strange. His hands had less fingers. It wasn't really a big deal, but it could cause a few issues. As a matter of fact, his feet looked similar, but he'd never really had the problem of people noticing at Yamaku, and he didn't go out of his way to make anybody see it.
Smiling politely, he gently brought his hands together. "And please don't feel compelled to discuss your own situation. I understand many don't like bringing it up, especially if it's recent. I just prefer the direct approach to addressing my...extremely noticeable condition." Moving his hand back to rub his head again, he changed the topic yet again, in case Mizuki didn't want to bring it up. "How are you doing on that ions paper? Mine's progressing pretty well, but I can understand that some are just dreading it. Ions can get pretty weird, especially when it comes to plasma physics and the likes. Trying to remember that positive charges mean there are less electrons can really trip some people up, and vice versa. And when you get off-world, all bets are off. Astrophysics and plasma just gets crazy, especially with nebulae." Aaaand, there he went ranting about physics and space. It was a wonder he ever made friends... | Name: Tanaka Isamu
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 18
Appearance: Hands:
Height/Weight: 170cm/59 kg (5'7", 130 pounds)
Personality: Isamu is a very friendly person, owing to his seclusion for most of his life. He's quick to trust, quick to befriend, and quick to forgive. He holds the people in his life near and dear to him, and tries to make new friends wherever possible. He likes to crack jokes, sometimes with a somewhat dark nature to them, but he holds no prejudices or aversion to general society. Since being at Yamaku, he's gotten used to the stares, and occasionally snaps his "claws" at people he notices staring to freak them out. In class, he's diligent and hard-working, and can be described as a teacher's pet.
Skills: Origami, has a distinct love and talent for physics, and a talent (but no love) for mathematics. Also understands most English.
Bio: Ectrodactyly. A condition often referred to as "Lobster claw syndrome" by people who are aware of its existence, due to the...unique appearance it causes in those who suffer from it. The condition is congenital, but no family history of it exists. Isamu...just got unlucky. Some mutation occurred while his mother was pregnant, and now he has three fingers on each hand. The thumb, ring finger and little finger are intact, though separated. There is minor fusion of the ring and little fingers, though each retains most of its normal function.
Due to his condition, Isamu's parents home-schooled him. He knew that he was strange, and his home-schooling was voluntary. His life was relatively normal, as is the case for many "lobstermen." Despite appearances, Isamu retains most of the utility of his hand, and has a driver's license, as well as an interest in origami. When he reached high school age, his parents told him about a school where he could fit in, develop some independence, and make friends. Since he was home-schooled, Isamu's only friends were his parents and his cat. Since his parents had their hands full home-schooling Isamu, they never had another child. At least, that's the official story. Mr. Tanaka suffered an incident at work which damaged his hips and legs, as well as...eliminating his ability to reproduce. His mother has had many extra-marital boyfriends, sanctioned by her husband. Isamu has even met several of these men, and they have been known to contribute to his schooling as well.
Of course, given the choice to go out into the world, Isamu readily accepted, and has been at Yamaku for a few years now. The reason he is a year older than other students is because his home-schooling was somewhat delayed in order to prepare him fully for the world at large.
Other: N/A for now. |
7,159 | 201 | 18 | 2,473 | 56 | The sudden commotion that started after a simple fall seemed to attract the attention of everyone in the entire hall. From ever corner there were boys and girls trying to be a hero, butting their noses in and hobbling around trying to get involved in somebody else's business. Rather than stand there and stare at the rabble of school kids who now are all staring blankly in a trance and all blabbing to each other, Scarlett picks up her books and slips away.
Fucking idiots! She mutters under her breath.
She takes one look back at the group that she saw no more as a bunch of Chickens with their feathers rustled, now all flapping around and clucking to each other wildly. It was easy for her to look down on them, even if they were more handicapped than herself. This helped her to come to terms with her stay at Yamaku. A dark smirk grew on her face as she joyously skipped down the staircase, sometimes jumping two steps at a time. "Bet those losers upstairs couldn't do this!" These words she kept in the back of her mind, not a syllable expressing to whoever she passed on the ground floor.
Walking onto the plush greenery of the Grounds seemed to lighten her mood. She finds herself thinking back to the red haired girl that she ran into, the word Crimson comes to mind. It was probably what the girl had said to her back in the hallway, but she just brushed it off. "It was lucky those bitches didn't take the wind out of me"
The day grew longer, and soon it was dusk. She lost track of time. Having a less than enjoyable day, not even the Piano could lighten her mood. Instead, she makes her way to the Infirmary. Maybe staring at those worse off than her would fill her with enough Schadenfreude that she could relax for the evening. | Name: Scarlett Morestti
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bicurious
Age: 17
Height: 5'11
Weight: 107lbs
Bra size: B
Dress size: 8
Favorite Food: Soup(Tuscan Bean)
Favorite Drink: Tea/Herbal
Skin Colour: White/Caucasian
Bloodtype: AB
Shoe size: 6
Personality: Strong willed and creative, Scarlett wouldn't hesitate to use people to achieve her own ends. Prone to bouts of jealousy and depression, much of her self-worth is based around her comparison to other people. Words to describe her would include Independent, Stubborn, Cunning and Patient.
Skills: Professional abilities and understanding of Chemistry, Tri-lingual in English, German and Japanese, History fanatic.
Bio: Scarlett was born pre-mature, spending most of her new-born life in an incubator. Born with Emphysema, Scarlett has difficulty breathing under certain situations. Her weakened lungs also cause her to remain quiet, adding to her loner reputation. Her father being a rumoured Mafioso funding her care and education, men in black suits and ties are occasionally seen from the school gates which escort Scarlett around Yamaku. It's unknown whether or not Scarlett is being cared for, or being kept under surveillance at her school.
Other: Avid lover of classical music, she plays the Piano most nights to relax. Her risk taking behaviour sometimes lands her into a tricky situation, similar to being unlucky/clumsy.
Fears: Small spaces, Drowning
Strengths: 113 IQ level Intelligence, Cunning, Resourceful and Assertive
Weaknesses: Self concious(Height, boyish figure), Jealousy, Closeminded
Likes: Tea, Playing music, Animals
Dislikes: Overly attractive people, Gossips |
7,160 | 201 | 19 | 86 | 67 | Not even someone as cloudy minded as Sakura failed to spot how little her apologis had actually done to truly convey her feelings of regret and guillt. Neither of the two girls thatshe had slammed into actually seemed convinced that anthing she said actually had much meaning, perhaps they were even genuinely of the opinion that she had done all of this un purpose, just because she was taller and wanted to see other, smaller students tumbleand fall on the floor, which was the opposite of what she wanted. Even so, it was lucky that nobody from the teaching staff or even the student council had seen the collision. Even if it was an accident, she'd have no doubt have gotten a lengthy lecture on caution and being considerate of her fellow students. More so than other scools, Yamaku had a strict "no running in the hallways"-policy to avoid collisions just like the one she had just caused. Considering all of he different disabilites, this wasn't much of a surprise. While Sakura could definitely say she'd probably have more than a few bruises on several places, there were those who were a lot more frail and vulerable at Yamaku, who might not have been able to get out of a smack like that unscathed.
On the plus side, the small crowd that had gathered to look at the sight had at least saved Sakura from any possible insults or even phsical violence. The negative side however, was that now everyone was staring at her like she was the instigator of an actual fight, some even muttered how inconsiderate she was for not looking where she was going. While the entire tumble might have looked hilarious and had drawn many eyes, there was little to no doubt that most eyes had been directed in Sakura's direction, her tall figure making her visible even for those near the back , as she stood out like a beacon. While she wasn't completely people shy, standing in the centre of the atention like this, and especially not in a situation like this.
Slumping her shoulders timidly, she turned back towards Mizuki as the other two left, with them, the small crowd of curious students that had formed around them slowly began to dwindle as well, enabling Sakura to refocus her mind into gear and process what Mizuki had said. Words rolled off of his tongue like a waterfall, but only half of them actually made complete sense. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but to be mesmerised by Mizuki. While her love for fantasy and splendid tales made her wishs he was actually part of a word like in her imagination, he was actually living in his own as she had understood from the fragments she caught from his speaches. She knew that everal students pitied and sniggered at him, or were even annoyed by his behaviour, but Sakura was the opposite. She admired him and his ability to release his mind into the world of his imagination.
Just as she was opening her mouth she was adressed by Junko, whose behaviour was also infamous in the school. Before she knew it, she realised that she was caught in the middle of two of what might be the most known students in the school. Not because they were especially popular, but because of their loud, disorderly conduct. Nevertheless, it'd be rude of her to just wander off after Mizuki had helped her up and collected her cane for her, nor would it be proper to reject the request for aid. Mutou kept hammering on a good cooperation between the students, which she couldn't really deny its benefits of either.
"I'm sure I can help both of you out... I made few notes beforehand and I'm fairly sure I understand the exercices." She spoke to the par of them with a slightly tentative smile, trying her best not to sound too smart out of fear that they might find her arrogant. "I was on my way to the library, we could head over there?" Her question was rather unnecessary, with all the desks designed for studying, it was the obvious choice for her. The thought that these two might disturb the silent atmosphere of he library hadn't even crossed her mind yet.
With club activities starting, the library was luckily fairly devoid of much students, and Sakura ws able to find a relatively secluded desk large enough for the three of them had they decided to follow her through the hallways. This time, she had kept her head high and her eyes open as wide as possible, staring dead ahead with as much oncentration as possible, scarcely saying a single word on the way to not interrupt her concentration of not bumping into someone once again. Given her height, this might have been a rater intimidating sight, almost as if she set out to war with the determined look on her face.
Once in the library however, her expression took on a more normal, timid look once more, behind the desk and pulling out her notebooks and exercises. The notebook she handed to Mizuki, where probably less than he had hoped notes were written down, yet her handriting was neat and to the point. He might notice that the majority of the ink in the notebook had not been spent into notes, but rather into very clunky looking, clumsy drawings of a large variety of subjects, as much as he might be able to make them out. Several of her classmates she had drawn as well, though very few accurately resembled their real life counterparts. There was even a very oddly drawn character that resembled Mizuki near the back, where she had attempted to draw him as he had described himself, battling a black figure that was supposedly a demon, but failed rather miserably. "Here, let me know if it's unclear or you can't read it." She said, handing the notebook to him, forgetting that she had actually drawn all of that.
While she let Mizuki handle her notebook, she shifted her attention to Junko, flapping over the exercises. Most, of not all of them looked easy to her. Several of them were simply counting out how much energy it took for certain bonds to break, how much energy would be released if they broke and if this made the chemical reactions exothermic or endothermic. The last few of the exercises were just a little harder, for each atom in the example one had to make write down the exact atomic configurations, placing each elektron into the right atomic orbital. "Uhm-... " Sakura stared at Junko blankly with a slow blink, unsure where she had to start explaining since she couldn't exactly know how she wouldn't understand the exercise yet. This would be her first time actually tutoring to other people. | Name: Sakura Kushuda.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Bicurious.
Age: 18.
Appearance:
Sakura is a tall person, even more so due to her pure japanese heritage. Often she is taller than most girls and just as tall or taller than most males. Her body seems to have develloped rapidly, even though she might still have some issues to adapt to how suddenly she has changed over the course of time thanks to her recent struggles. However, while she is tall, she is skinny rather than genuinely slender, lacking a great deal of muscles that she lost during the time she was incapacitated. Although she is gradually recovering rom this, gaining muscle every day, to thetrained eye one could still be able to observe how weak she was in this area.
While most of the time she is able to walk on her own, she often carries a cane around with her for when things get difficult, coping with the issues of getting used to her suddenly so long limbs and the lack of muscles to work them as properly as she had liked.
The most distinct feature about Sakure is most probably her long, red hair, reaching all the way down, past her waist. While it might not be the most convenient hair of all time, she sees little use in shortening it as she refrains from activities where it might get in the way anyway. Rather, she prizes herself over her hair, often seen fondling or striking her long, slender fingers through it.
While outwards appearance is not often her greatest concern, she enjoys spending time taking care of herself, combing her long hair until it shone flawlessly. Her dress code out of school was quite distinct, whereas she doesn't dress to impress other, but merely for her own amusement, taking great pleasure in looking a little differently from the majority of the people. Her fondness of ribbons and hair accessories is shown every day, sporting a wide collection of them, hardly a day goes by where one might be able to see the same accessorry in her hair, or in the same spot.
From the accident, she had a few minor burn scars on her left hip and the upper part of her left arm, feeling a little ashamed of them. Other than that, her skin is quite pale, a sympton she got from her life secluded and indoors, as well as the three long years that sh had spent in the hospital, because of this, she is also a little more vulnerable to the light of the sun, and easier to get burnt by it, being somewhat on the frail side in general.
Personality: While not as shy as she could be perceived at first, she is not quite the most extroverted person around. Often she prefers to remains silent when she can and assess the situation to form a good opinion, before oepning her mouth and speaking. Her time alone is something she genuinely enjoys, finding not too much need to interact with other people constantly. That does not mean that she enjoys being lonely. As a human being, she still craves for social contact, although she might be a little more picky on with who, when and how frequent she wishes this. Another factor in this tale is that she simply is unaware of how exactly to behave around people her age, and can be a little awkward because of this, rather than a genuine distaste, she is aware of the discomfort she can cause.
Her demeanor is often a little distracted, if not even a little ditzy from time to time. Indeed, her mind liked to wander, often indulging in the fantasies she managed to conjure up that distracted her from the real world. This often leads her to spac out, sometimes not even catching on when someone is talking to her or even failing at things that required a larger amount of concentration. Furthermore, her longlimbed body takes some tme to get used to, making her clumsy at times. Bumping her elbow into things or kocking items off of a table being a couple of examples.
Skills: Being an avid reader, Sakura is very adept at learning swiftly, as well as taking in information at a very high pace, able to draw conclusions and think logically about a majority of topics. She is able to soak in information quickly if one can manage to get her to concentrate, which is not always as easy as it sounds though.
Bio: Sakura grew up in the family of a wealthier family as the second child of a prospering businessman. Due to her life on the countryside, she was somewhat secluded from most of the world, attending elementary school like a normal person, but preferring to remain at home out of her own accord most of the time. From the moment she was able to read, she kept asking for Her favorite way to spend her leisure time was burrying her nose in the countless books her family had amassed during their time. It became aparant to her parents that their daughter was gifted with high intelligence, sending her to a school for gifted people after she had finished her elementary school, as they ha wished her to experience a normal early childhood first, but wished to develop her talents better afterwards.
While she was able to consume books at a very rapid pace, her favorite genre had to be everything that was even remotely close to fantasy, losing herself in the splendid tales of distant wolds and foreign cultures all too happily. This, added to the fact that she enrolled in a special school added to her seclusion, while her parents grewmore and more protective of her and didn't mind tht they were able to keep a better eye on her each time she holed herself up in the library. It was not as if she was unpopular at school or lacked any particular set of social skills, rather that she simply preferred to be silent when she could and chose the company of books over the company of her newfund classmates, whom she often through to be arrogant and too obsessed with themselves.
One day, on her way back from school on the train, since her school for the gifted was located in the big city, her life changed forver. DUe to an electrical malfunction, the train she was on derailed and slammed into a building, hurling her through the carriage she was in and slamming her head against the side of the vehicle with disastrous consequences.
Fortunately, Sakura was pulled loose from the wreckage with only minor physical injuries that managed to heal over time, which made her luckier than several of the other passenger. However, there was more than simply surface damage, havin suffered a great trauma to her head during the crash. Within a few days, the doctors had to inform her parents that she was unlikely to wake up as soon as they might hope, she was comatose.
After what seemed like an eternal lasting three years to her family, Sakura finally woke from her coma, with all the consequences that not having used her body for so long meant. Nearly all of her muscles had deteriorated as well as her flesh until she was little more than skin and bones. The long recovery followed, where immense physical therpahy helped her bit by bit to regain her ability to walk and sue her limbs as intended. It proved difficult however, conidering how her body had gone through a massive growth during her time asleep, giving her little time to adjust suddenly to her new length and reach. Her progress was carefully monitored, making sure that there were no motory disorders in her brain either.
That was not the only issue however, in her experience, it had only been a day since the accident, as if she had only just woken up from a deep sleep. Her memory served to make her believe the accident had happened only recently, and she had not matured a day since the moment of the crash over the course of those three years. Her mind remained that of a fifteen year old girl in an eightteen year old body, giving her difficulties to adjust as well as troubles in behaving her age.
To her own dismay and the surprise of her doctors, Sakura gained trouble sleeping and frequently suffered panic attacks, a loud explosion she hear din her head each ime such an attack happened. The medical staff handed her the name fo he condition: Exploding head syndrme, a name that confused and frightened her. At irregular intervals, she would hear an explosion in her head, causing her to go int shock and get a panic attack. Quickly, she was also diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder, getting panic attacks every time it happened or she experienced something similar to the crash.
Her future looks brighter however, on the reccomendation of the doctors, she and her parents agreed to have her enroll in Yamaku for her last year of highschool. Thankfully, she had been ahead of the curve of normal students before her incident, and was suspected to have little to few difficulties fitting into the year corresponding to he actual age, despite the three years that she had missed, her intelligence a thing that finally managed to do her some good so she wouldn't be as much behind.
While her muscles are still weak, she gets stronger every day, looking forwards to the moment where she will finally be comfortable enough to leave her cane behind and get on with her life, hoping her condition's severity to fade over time as well.
Other: Sakure is a huge fan of books, movies and everything fantasy related. She has a ouple of quirks that one might consider a little odd as well. As often as she can, she would buy gift cards and birthday cards from shops, making it a point to own as many different ones as she can. By now, she has managed to amass a rather impressive collection, decorating her room with them in the form of ribbons, wallpapes or garlands.
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7,161 | 201 | 20 | 935 | 884 | I was on my way to the library, we could head over there?
"Yes, lets and go!"
That was easy. Junko had no idea she would just help her without persuasion. Here she was thinking Sakura may need to be bribed with some juice or perhaps those cake from those shop. By now she had completely forgotten about what she had heard earlier, as she walked beside Warrior Man munching on her Pocky sticks. Her steps faltered for a moment as she realized what Sakura said.
The library.
That stifling atmosphere, the musty smell of old books, and those looks people sneaked at her from behind their books. Damnit, she can relax in a library if she wanted to! No need to give that oh-wow-did-not-expect-that-person-to-be-here look. Sakura... Sakura was going to make her earn her help was it?
But she wasn't going to lose to any stupid library. She was going to sit her ass in there, freaking relax and flip the bird to anyone who DARES give her that look. And get some help with the exercises.
When they arrived at the library, Sakura chose a desk, secluded and large. Junko sat opposite of Sakura, and pulled out another box of Pocky. Sakura had great judgement when she picked out this particular desk. No one would stare at her, and while it still smelled rather musty, the atmosphere here was relaxing somewhat. She should come here more often. Kisaragi wouldn't think of searching in here. Playing on people expectations to hide, this was something she should have thought of earlier.
"Uhm-... "
Sakura was staring at her questioningly. Oh right, with all her thinking she had quite forgotten.
"Ah, sorry. Did you want some?"
Junko held up the opened box of Pocky. | Name:Nakurumi Junko (Last Name, First Name format)
Gender: Grill
Sexuality: All of them.
Age: 18
Appearance:
Personality: Cheerful as heck, but has a rebellious streak to her. Which was one of the reason she took up smoking, though other factors also contributed. Doesnt care much for social norms, trending things, or whatever else, only those she finds really noteworthy and necessary. Those flashy new phones aren't something she'd be interested in, but a laptop that actually functions and does all the things she wants her laptop to do would be bought in an instant.
However, her lack of thoughts for social norms may put off some people, and her quick temper helped none. She had been known to be in a few brawls before as well. Junko is very protective of anyone she considers friends or close to her.
Skills: Cooking, athletics, baths, swimming, avoiding tough subjects, punching people, listening to rants without actually listening and still appear attentive, and fixing toasters.
Bio: Before she was in another school, being the delinquent student she was now, even if she had good grades and wasn't actually missing any of the classes. Junko had a tendency to generate strange rumors about herself due to the strange way she dressed and the color of her hair. Of course, her being friends with some people who were in a gang also helped generate some of those rumors.
She used to be with the Blue Falcon gang at the time, not really doing anything more harmful than loitering about in front of shops and boasting about inconsequential things. Until another member was beaten up by another neighboring gang, simply because 'it wasn't their turf'.
All hell broke loose, and they took to battling the other gang. It was something thrilling for her at the time, fighting alongside your friends, the bond of trust between them. However, it was soon apparent the Blue Falcon was outnumbered, and they started recruiting. The Blue Falcon was evolving to something else, going far from the gang's origins. They were holding their grounds now, and the other gang didn't try to beat them up as much as before.
The Blue Falcon survived, but in the process had become something she loathed, so she simply left, saying goodbye only to the original members of the Falcon. The very next day, she was hit by a car, the driver drunk as a raccoon in a beer barrel. The Falcons thought it was the other gangs, and since she was one of the originals, took it very personally.
Junko never heard from them again. She was moved to a hospital far away, and enrolled in a special school much further away when she fully recovered. Except for one of her eye and her leg.
Other: (Quirks, fun facts, hobbies, nervous ticks, ... Not required.) |
7,162 | 201 | 21 | 1,915 | 713 | Some rules before you go. First, be respectful to your teachers. Makishimu's father, sitting in the driver's seat of the car spoke up after a long silence during the trip.
"Yes, Dad." Considering the tone of his father, Makishimu responded politely and earnestly.
"Second, keep the hell away off of busy roads. I'm not paying for the hospital bill if you get hit by a car because of your depth perception problem."
"How assuring." Makishimu joked, but obviously it was lost on his father who remained stalwart in his cold look.
"Sorry?" His father asked with a tone of scorn.
"Yes, Dad." The teen sighed and responded in the same way he had earlier.
"Third and final, don't you dare take that eyepatch off when people are around. If I hear any problems about kids getting scared from the hole in your face, I will personally come over there and beat you shitless."
"Yes, Dad." A short period of silence followed this. Makishimu began to pick up his schoolbag and was about to leave when his father spoke up.
"You're a good kid. Don't get into trouble, alright?" His tone was much more friendly and affectionate than before.
"Alright." He smiled as he responded. "Love you, Dad." He opened up the door and left the car. He saw his father nod and he began to drive away. "Well, that's that..." He muttered as he took in the scenery. Since he had an hour before he would be expected at the school, his father had decided to leave him in the nearby town, so he could stretch his legs and become familiar with the area. The town was a typical rural town, with not much of note. Japanese countryside towns are so... uniform. he remarked. There's always a few traditional houses, then a few traditional-slash-westernized ones and then the modern-ish places like convenience stores. Really, the only thing that differs between them is the arrangement. He thought as he looked over the area from the sidewalk in front of a peculiar looking building, that, based on the sign, seemed to be a "teahouse". For the moment, however, he wasn't hungry and he wouldn't be for awhile as his mother had made a bag of various pastries which would probably hold him off for two days if he ate them sparingly.
Looking down at his watch, he muttered to himself. "'Need to be there in about an hour... That gives me two hours to wander around." He smirked at his reasoning. Hearing his voice, he now realized that he was still wearing his headphones and he took his phone out of his pocket to stop the music. 'Savior of Song' was the title of the song. One of his favorites at the moment, masterfully blending more electric parts into a characteristically rock track, reminiscent of western punk rock and other genres. It was also the opening theme to one an anime series he had reasonably enjoyed, Arpeggio of Blue Steel. He had spent a lot of time watching anime when he had been in the hospital, due to a year-long subscription to a HD streaming service his mother had bought for him upon his entry into the hospital. It kept him from getting bored and he had picked up something of an affinity for it; evidenced by the number of series he had watched while bedridden which almost reached the triple-digits.
With slight reluctance, he tapped the pause button and the headphones fell silent. Makishimu slid the headphones down onto his neck and began looking around, deciding where to go. To his left, a road led to the local LAWSON and to his right, a sign indicated the directions towards the school. On the sign, Makishimu could make out braille, a definite giveaway of the school's nature. The boy had mixed feelings about this. Out of the two directions, he decided to go right. All things considered, he had no business in the town and it would be best if he got to the school with some time to spare, so he would have time to waste if he got lost. Turning the corner, he cringed when he saw the semi-metaphorical mountain leading up the school. "You're kidding me..." he muttered as he stared the hill down. With a click of his tongue and a sigh he began to trudge up the hill.
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It took him a good moment for him to reach to the top of the hill and when he was winded when he did, being slightly out of shape after his hospital stay, but Makishimu could at least admit that the view was impressive. Iwaku, more so. With western style that contrasted deeply with the architecture of the town, it reminded Makishimu of the house of the rich tsundere character in that one anime he couldn't recall the name of. With his bag slung over his shoulder, he quietly entered through the gate, in awe at the architecture and grounds of the academy. "Damn, Dad must've paid a fortune just to have me here..." He murmured as he looked around. Due to his depth perception problems, it all seemed much larger and further away than it really was. As classes were just finishing, many other students of varying disabilities gathered in the courtyard. He felt somewhat alienated all of the sudden when he considered that he still had all of his limbs and digits. When he thought about it, his "disability" was minor compared to losing an arm or a leg. For a moment, he wondered why he had been sent here when he could have easily continued school in the city with no problems.
However, Makishimu realized that these sorts of thoughts weren't the kind of thing that he should be thinking about in this situation and shook them off for the moment. Checking his watch, he figured he should head directly to where he would meet his homeroom teacher. Putting significantly more stride into his step, he headed to the building that seemed to be where the entry-slash-lobby was. Passing by the students, he noticed a few stare, one point and a girl make a comment. Well, I guess it's inevitable. He made a mental shrug as he moved into the lobby, where he noticed a middle-aged man with somewhat messy hair and wearing a brown coat seemingly waiting. When he noticed the youth, he made a face of recognition and came over to greet him. "Good evening. You're... Maki...?" He stumbled a bit at his name and Makishimu sighed. It was a usual occurrence for him.
"Arakawa Makishimu. It's French. Nice to meet you." He shook the man's hand and he corrected himself.
"That's right. Sorry about that. I'm Mutou and I'll be your homeroom teacher, since you're in class 3-3." Makishimu jumped slightly at the mention of class 3-3.
"Sorry? Class 3-3?" A slight feeling of terror came over him.
"Yes, that's right. Is there something wrong?" Makishimu's good eye widened. No... not the cursed class... he thought to himself. Quickly, however, he realized he was confusing a certain horror anime that he had watched with reality and his features returned to normal.
"...eh... yeah, don't worry about it. It's nothing." He uneasily glanced at a plant. Mutou raised an eyebrow before continuing what he was saying before.
"I'm also the science teacher of 3-3."He said matter-of-factly and Makishimu muttered.
"Great to know." Mutou gave a somewhat bothered look before continuing once more.
"Classes are over for the day, so you'll be introduced to the class tomorrow. For now, here's your dorm room key. I'll let you wander around for a bit, but get some sleep. You look tired." He sounded a bit more direct this time, most likely in response to Makishimu's attitude. Makishimu nodded this time, not wanting to make the situation any worse than it already was and took the key from the teacher's hand.
"Thanks. I'll try to get to class early tomorrow. Good first impressions, right?" He smiled to give off a friendly look, but Mutou shook his head.
"I'd prefer you meet me here in the same place tomorrow, so I can introduce you better. Makes my job easier."
"Alright. Whatever floats your boat. Good bye, then." Makishimu turned around to head to the dorm after the teacher responded to his good-bye. It took him a good moment, but he eventually found the male-dorms. He entered through the door and tiredly walked up the stairs to his room, on the second floor and closest to the stairway. He didn't notice many other students on his way up, but it was probably just due to classes only just finishing. Sticking the key in the hole and turning, he was given a good sounding click as the lock opened and he went in. The room, as expected, had no decoration, with only a plain looking bed, a plain looking desk and a plain looking dresser adorning the plain looking room. His bags were sitting next to the dresser and after taking off his shoes, he grabbed the rectangular one which contained a netbook with 4G capabilities that he had been given before he left. With it in hand, he set off for a place where he could sit down.
Once again, it took a good while for him to find his way around, but he eventually found the library. Not wanting to attract too much attention, he quietly entered the room and headed for an area that was metaphorically off the beaten path. However, most of the good places were taken and he was forced to sit down at a table already occupied by a tall looking girl and another who, like him, also lacked an eye (among other things). "Hope you don't mind me sitting down here..." He said, somewhat intimidated by the look of the shorter girl, who smelled of smoke. Uneasily glancing around him, wondering if he was even allowed to use his computer there, he took out his netbook and opened it up on the table. Surprisingly enough, the 4G coverage wasn't as bad as he thought it would be and he was easily able to connect to the internet. Clicking on one of the few bookmarks he had saved, he opened up Kantai Collection, a game he had grown fond of during his time in the hospital. He muted the computer and once he was logged in, he proceeded to begin preparing for a mission. He tried to remain somewhat discreet as he did so, though, not wanting to bother the other two.
Wait.
Suddenly, he realized something.
Why didn't I just do this in my room...? | Name: Makishimu Arakawa
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Age: 17
Appearance:
Personality: Makishimu is a friendly person, though he can be quite dark when it comes to humor and interactions. Speaking of humor, he has a good sense of it, but he is usually guarded about it. In class, he is quite serious and focused on what is being taught, no matter the subject, but he doesn't take this attitude out of class; he has a habit of doing everything at the very last minute and doing random things that he normally wouldn't do instead of work.
After his accident, he has kept a good outlook on things, though he definitely wonders at times why it was him who was the only one who was hurt in the event...
Skills and problems:
-Good grades
Despite Makishimu very rarely putting much effort into homework and studies outside of class, he miraculously has good grades; a thing that surprises even him.
-Social
Makishimu is very good at interacting with others and with a little work, he may be able to look past the disabilities of his fellow classmates.
-Bad depth perception
Due to his disability, Makishimu has no binocular depth perception and his peripheral vision has been effectively cut in half.
Bio: Makishimu Arakawa was born to a couple of differing origins, his mother being a French national and his father Japanese. Other than this rather distinct fact, Makishimu had an extremely ordinary youth, spending most of his time either at school or playing games at home. He never considered himself all that special, save for his good marks at school. He was well liked by his teachers for his general serious attitude and by his friends for his amiable nature.
However, this calm lifestyle came to an abrupt end when an accident that involved him and his family took place near his seventeenth birthday. This accident, which he prefers not to talk much about, resulted in a serious shrapnel injury in the area of his right eye but little to no injury for his parents. He was rushed to the hospital, where it was found that while the skin around his eye could be easily healed over time, his eye was beyond repair. Thus, the decision was made to remove his eye and Makishimu was forced to wear an eyepatch from that moment onward.
After spending a month in the hospital, he was left with vision problems related to losing an eye and the subsequent loss of a good part of peripheral vision and binocular depth perception. By the recommendation of a nurse, his parents decided to send him to a school for students with disabilities, a subject which Makishimu himself decided to remain externally neutral upon, while secretly harboring a deep distaste.
Other: Will be added as I think of things. |
7,163 | 201 | 22 | 763 | 2,065 | Oh, it seems that the promise of have the Sunfire Valkyrie aid him in understanding the latest scientific studies available to the school has drawn forth another individual as well, the Scarred Falcon, Junko. It would appear that Yamaku's resident delinquent had also missed out on one of Mutou's more important classes, most likely because she was preparing for a war of her own. No doubt, the Yamaku Crips were going to have a turf war soon with another gang, most likely commandeered by some massive, tattooed, future yakuza with an acid-scarred face. She must have been asking for help on molecular sciences in order to sharpen her Mach Lightning Blaze Knuckles, upgrading them into Phantom Mach Lightning Blaze Knuckles capable of doing supersonic precision strikes at the accuracy of singular molecules. If it wasn't for the fact that he had to master the Seventh Secret Art of the Thousand Stars, he would have gladly offered to join her crusade, if only to see a new legendary banchou be born in Yamaku High.
But he brought himself out of his fiction once more, just to nod and smile at her response. And going to the library as well! What an excellent idea! It had been some time since he finished his last stack of light novels, and he could do some multitasking, getting a new stack today. That series about the Empty Box and the Zeroth Maria seemed especially appealing, but from what he had read, it appeared that the author was a lazy bum who took forever to write anything. For a moment, Jay had almost forgotten that there were notes to be read, but he slapped his cheeks and focused once more, his red eyes flashing with unbreakable concentration.
He will read the notes...and learn it!
Some time later, the trio that easily attracted the most attention in Yamaku arrived at the library, right as the librarian herself shrunk in their presence, no doubt awed by their presence. The Sage of Aegis, though new to her honorable position, was still an admirable person, and Jay looked at her straight in the eyes and smiled.
She shrunk away further. His demonblood still inspired fear, didn't it?
Sitting down on one of the oval-shaped wooden tables, complete with similarly rustic wooden chairs, Jay leaned his bookbag beside his feet, took out his pencil case and notebook, both items that were crafted with much difficulty after slaying the 500 year old proto-dragon, Igna-Tariz. Flicking open Sakura's own notebook, Jay spent two minutes reading her neat, if not terse, notes, before promptly being distracted by her doodling.
Ah, that was a nice addition. The imposing Sunfire Valkyrie was also a patron of the arts, a warrior maiden who indulged in the highly-contrasting hobby of drawing in order to relax after surviving another bloody battle with the demonic hordes. That sounded quite good, actually. He'd have to remember that. And her drawings seemed to be of another world as well, or perhaps...of multiple worlds? Impressive. To think that Sakura was a being capable of comprehending and creating multiple planes of existence, without having to use the concept of 'sleeping' as a gateway to them! Drumming his pencil energetically on the wooden table as he entertained that idea, Jay only realized that he had gotten off track after he had already scribbled down two pages describing the artistic skill of the Sunfire Valkyrie, as well as the deep, psychological and magical reason behind why she did so.
Then, just as he forced himself back to work, Junko offered Pocky. Sure, it might not have been for him, but he was Japanese, and Pocky was a god.
“Thank you very much,” he said, snatching one of those chocolate-covered biscuit sticks before the Scarred Falcon could do anything, “and hey, Kushuda-san, I never thought that you were a patron of the pencilled arts. Is this something you picked up recently?”
And with that, he turned the notebook over to show Junko as well, pointing out a rather...questionable doodle featuring two male classmates. | Name: Mizuki Haruto
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight, prolly.
Age: 18
Personality
Jay Lowell, known officially as Mizuki Haruto, is an oddball known for doing odd things. Inflicted by chuunibyou syndrome, as well as narcolepsy, he's someone who walks the line between sleep-deprived eccentricity and batshit insane. He honestly believes that there are two realities that he lives in, and conducts himself in a knightly manner, even though sometimes, he'll clutch his chest dramatically and run away, saying that the demon within him is baring its fangs. Even though the only times its happened is when he wants to avoid dealing with something, and just runs away. One who likes to call himself an 'outlaw', Jay is childishly attracted to doing silly, fun things in extreme manners, such as riding a bicycle down a slide or swinging on swings before jumping off them and doing a barrel roll at the apex of height. Crazy things like that, really. A cliche person who overdoes it and literally shits cartoon physics out of his ass, sometimes, people aren't sure whether Jay is actually a human, or just a living, breathing personfication of a trope.
He often has his hair in a ponytail, and treats his hair band as a limiter for his strength. His eyes are only red because contact lenses are OP. And finally, he has the oddest fear ever of umbrellas. Never knew why though.
Heavy Sleeper – Jay is a god-tier sleeper, who is almost impossible to wake up whenever he falls asleep. Unless you try to feed him garlic. Then he wakes up, if only to curse the person who tried that on him.
The Immaculate Blade of Black Heavens – Suffering from the dreaded middle schooler syndrome, Jay's creativity, spontaneity, and self-delusion skills are really something to be feared. Indeed, he's capable of making up the stupidest shit on the fly, and his ability to be embarrassed is something that is utterly, totally non-existant.
Night Owl – Due to the fact that he's prone to falling asleep at random times, Jay never ever 'tries' to sleep. Instead, he's mastered the skill of staying up after his bedtime, generally doing things OTHER than studying. After all, studying is merely a demonstration of the oppression of the academic system, and he will not stand being a trained dog.
Word Weaving – Perhaps it's a side-effect of his delusional fantasies, but Jay is remarkably skilled when it comes to writing anything from essays to articles to self-inserting fantasy novels.
Mizuki Haruto was born a normal child to two mothers who birthed him via a semen donor. He had no defects, and was generally a rather healthy baby growing up. He liked to play with crayons and take naps, but that was the extent of his oddities as a child. Even at the age of five, there wasn't anything seemingly odd about him, other than the fact that he had a habit of dozing off often. After all, at that age, he was still a toddler. His parents rationalized that he was most likely just a person who needed lots of sleep to function well, and like that, he became the type of child who would simply lie down and sleep anywhere, from cradles to chairs to fields to sidewalks. It was only when he started to do the latter that his two parents decided that it was high-time that he paid a visit to the doctor.
After a few weeks, Haruto was diagnosed with narcolepsy, a neurological disorder that brought him into a constant state of sleep deprivation, as well as go into REM sleep almost instantly every time he takes one of those 'naps'. On the recommendation of the doctor, the Mizuki family thus enrolled him into Hamako Elementary, which had an elevator system that would lead into Middle School, and then, finally, bring him into Yamaku for his High School education. Over there, at least, Haruto would be able to get specialized help in regards to his odd sleeping habits, instead of all his classmates panicking when he collapses out on the sidewalk or something. Going through elementary school with little to no problems in regards to friendships and his studies, Haruto was a bright student, which was good, considering he missed most of his classes. Developing powerful self-study and researching skills at a young age to make up for missing lessons, he was recognized back then as the kid who always brought a small pillow with him everywhere, just in case he fell asleep then and there. A kid with two mothers who always wore his winter uniform and brought a pillow with him everywhere. That was what Haruto was in the elementary school.
It was in middle school that things began to change. Light novels were more popular amongst students, and like everyone else, Haruto became wrapped up with that form of media. He would spend his days in the library, often falling asleep while reading some book about a generic Japanese protagonist finding out that he had super powers and starts beating up demons. His trademark pillow was replaced with a book, and his dreams were becoming more and more fantasy-related. Vivid, lucid dreams of a fantasy world and constant sleeping slowly blurred the line between reality for Haruto, and after awhile, he wasn't quite sure which one was real. After all, all humans saw the world in a subjective manner. What proof did he have that his 'fantasy world' was merely a fantasy, and his middle school life was reality? That, combined with the twisted hormones of puberty, made him go through the male version of PMS for quite a long time. After all, he doesn't even know who his father is, and his whole family situation is odd. He's losing grasp on reality, and he doesn't even WANT to figure out which one was which. He's missed out on so many fun things in life due to his tendency to suddenly fall asleep, and now, he's regretting all of those things. It was ultimately a depressing part of his life.
Then, he met the catalyst who solved his problems with a single suggestion.
“What if they were both reality?”
What if he had simply lived in two separate realities, with the motion of 'sleeping' being the key to entering another dimension? What was wrong with simply having his consciousness and unconsciousness both be forms of a 'real life'? There...was nothing wrong with that, and through his catalyst, Haruto was introduced to the world of delusions.
By the time he came into Yamaku High, he was truly engrossed in his own subjective definition of reality, as Jay Lowell, the Thousandth Star.
Born of demonblood and the tears of angels, Jay was the fourth Demon of the Garuda clan to be created by the Dark Lord of Musphelheim, Azzendaer. With sanguine eyes and masterful transformation abilities, he was an assassin of the highest caliber, capable of taking the forms of anything that walked on earth, his disguise so believable that even Seraphims couldn't see through his deception. With that, he walked the earth, slowly corrupting the minds of all humans, elves, dwarves, and wereanimals with his insanity-inducing stares. A monster of sabotage, hundreds of thousands of knights hunted for him, but his shape-shifting prowess insured that he was never captured.
Back then, at the age of 432, he was a twisted monster in every single way.
His 999th mission from Azzendaer was to corrupt and convert the Thousandth Star of Astopol, one of the three thousand swordmasters who could make a contract with the spirits of the earth and fight on par with the demonic beasts that ravaged the lands of Ria'Lanv. Infiltrating the camps through his disguise as that knight's squire, whom he had dispatched of before hand, Jay became that knight lady's apprentice, learning the way of the sword and holy arts, so that one day, he would become the successor to her name. And even though his eyes were still red, even though he tried his best to infect her mind with corruption, his efforts were in vain. She stood firm and ignored his mental attacks, never even appearing to notice them.
No, it was more than that. Slowly, Jay's own view of the world began to change. He began to question the reason of his own existence, began to ask himself what HE wanted. He wanted to understand why demons wanted another world for themselves anyways, when Heaven, Earth, and Hell were basically all the same, albeit warped to suit the needs of their primary inhabitants. Under her guidance, he began to grow and change, for the first time since he was created. He became a respected swordsman, even though it was merely a disguise, and for the first time, he felt something akin to pride. The salvation of the humans just seemed to make him feel better than the corruption of them.
It was on his third year as her squire that she fell in battle, shielding him from the diamond-melting spray of the None-After Serpent. In three seconds, her body melted away, leaving nothing behind. No corpse to bury or burn. No memento to keep or treasure. Because of the salvation of a demon, she killed herself.
Jay should have been happy, and indeed, part of him did.
Yet the other part of him was dying on the inside, crying out in sorrow, raging for bloody, merciless vengeance.
That day, in heaven's stead, the demon smote the Serpent with a sword of blinding light, blessed twentyfold by the angels that he should have been fighting.
That, was the birth of Jay Lowell, the knight with a demon's heart and heaven's sword, an outlaw that walks his own path now: that of the destruction of Azzendaer, the Invincible Demon Lord that sits on the throne of Sandiltus, guarded by an elite echelon of demonic warriors.
His path is righteous, but his ways aren't.
Theme: 7th Trigger |
7,164 | 201 | 23 | 1,698 | 82 | She chose to forget the complicated, scientific name of his...rather peculiar condition. A "Lobster Claw Syndrome" sounds better anyway. Not that she actually cared about his "sufferings", but for now, she decided to put up with his self pity or whatever her conversation parent would unleash upon her after coming out with his disorder. During her first days at Yamaku she met many students who loved talking about their situations as if they were discussing the news, the weather, or some other exciting topic of the sort, and that has never failed to put Mizuki in a distasteful mood. "Oh, I'm sooo unfortunate, I have a-arrythmia", "oh, my eye-sight is so bad I'm almost blind! I'll have to wear thick glasses forever!", etc. etc. Bunch of whining weaklings. Of course, not all cripples did this. In fact, most had this "don't ask don't tell" policy, but there always were some that felt the utter need to bring out the topic of their misfortune all of a sudden and go on and on about it regardless of anyone's interest. And this Tanaka Isamu-person seemed to be, she was afraid, exactly the same sort. Did she even asked him about his lobster claws?
Fortunately, he didn't talk further about his plight, seemingly stratified with a brief introduction, and instead proceeded to bore her with science. Mizuki was taken aback at how he kept assaulting her with words and sentences not bothering even to wait for her reply, but happy that her previous concerns about his character were baseless, decided to listen in to his technobabble in hope that it will take her mind away from the unpleasant incident that happened a moment ago. No-it wasn't that her judgment about him was wrong. Like these students who enjoyed pushing their misery(or not-so-misery) onto the others, he kept pushing ions and electrons and equitations onto her. Does he really know that much or is he making this stuff up? She kept nodding and "ah"-ing every now and again, pretending to pay attention, while skillfully guiding both of them in the general direction of the library, hoping to get his generally understood "help" with her science exercises. Aizawa Mizuki, on personal level, didn't have much passion for any of the school's subjects, and, having no reason to keep a certain reputation at Yamaku, quickly descended into mediocrity and below. However, this nerd here might just be her way out of this pinch.
Of course, getting to library took forever. Not only did they go the longer route, but also, her own condition was, to her frustration, slowing them down-as she didn't yet master the sophisticated art of walking with the crutch. Nonetheless, they made it, the spacious insides of library open before them. It was like a forest of books, bookshelves, and crippled people lurking between them. A good hunting area back in her bully days, alas, she was a cripple too and such pleasures were no longer in her reach. Guiding him to an unoccupied table, she noticed a certain red hair sitting with the long haired guy and Junko not far away. Junko, she knew well, as that person stood out-not only in visage, but mainly, in her delinquent behavior that Mizuki was, actually, quite fond of. She too had something wrong with her leg-but Nakurumi-san's case was, by comparison, much lighter of the two.
Turning her attention back to Tanaka-kun-chan-san, who was sitting in front of her, she flashed him a friendly smile and decided that being cordial is the best way to get what she wanted(much to her dislike-back in the good old times before the accident she'd just force the nerd to give her what she wanted).
"Isamu-kun..?" a pause, politely so, as she was not certain whether he's comfortable with begin called by first name(you never know, nerds and their sense of manners).
"Could you help me with my science assignment? I find exercises a bit tough, and you have quite a formidable knowledge of these subjects"...no lies yet. He really did have a knack for this stuff, and saying this came easy to her. Now, flattering some cripple just to get her assignment off her back might have been too much for Mizuki Aizawa's pride to bear, but a little compliment based on her actual observations of reality is fine and good, every once in a while. | Name:Aizawa Mizuki
Gender:Female
Age:17
Sexuality:Heterosexual
Appearnace:
Her long, black hair are usually loose and somewhat disorderly nowadays- with her right hand as it is, styling them is just too much work, and she doesn’t feel much pressure into doing this anyway. She used to put much attention into her physical appearance, always caring for it to be neat and proper, but ever since the accident she learned to let go and now she’s much less strict with herself.
Mizuki is pretty short, even for a Japanese girl. Her slender body build and fairly invisible cleavage didn’t use to be a big deal back when she had friends and popularity-but now, she finds it mostly to her dislike that her body turned out that way. She’d much rather be taller, and more curvy. However, in the end, this is a trivial matter, and she doesn’t let something like this bother her too much.
What she actually hates the most is the fact that the right side of her face is paralyzed and can’t move on it own. This means that making facial expressions is somewhat hard, and even the most sincere smile looks often mocking or ironic from the outside. Sometimes it leads to misunderstandings, as it’s often hard for the other side to read what her intended facial expression was supposed to be. Eating and drinking are also pretty difficult, as she has to put extra effort in keeping her mouth shut, and care not to bite her cheek when chewing. However, fortunately, her ability to talk has not been distorted, and her voice is as clear and audible as ever. Still, there isn’t a day she wouldn’t wish for it to be normal and healthy. Out of all her disabilities, even the “loss” of leg does not bother her as much as what happened to her face.
She has a distinct, melodic voice, a fact she used to be very proud of. There was a time when she wanted to be a singer, but after several attempts, found out she has no patience nor talent for this sort of stuff. Still, she literally likes to listen to herself talking, and, especially post-accident, sometimes quietly talks to herself-taking especial care not to be heard, of course.
Disabilities:
Brain damage due to car accident. While her memory and cognitive abilities are intact, her motor functions and eye-hand coordination have been severely impaired. What's worse, part of her spine has been damaged, and several parts of her body are now paralyzed as a result. Perhaps fortunately, most of the damage seems to be accumulated on one side of her body. She can't move or feel her right leg, three of her right hand's fingers are useless and almost entire right side of her face is paralyzed, making it impossible for her to make full facial expressions. However, her sight and hearing are intact, and there is "some hope" for "partial recovery" with time and training.
She's forced to use a crutch-in fact, given her condition the doctors wanted to put her on a wheelchair, but for Mizuki it would be far too much to bear. In fact, in the beginning, she didn't want to use the crutch either-preferring something more stylish, like a crane or something among these lines. However, several attempts at walking with a crane and maintaining reasonable speed while doing so quickly brought her down to earth. In the end, she was forced to come to terms with the fact she needs a specialist medical equipment and afterwards she put extra effort in learning to walk and live with that extra accessory-refusing to let that impair her ability to function like a normal human beign whom she, despite everything, still considers herself.
Her hand has also caused her some problems. Mizuki is right handed-which means, she had to learn to write with left hand, as it was impossible to hold a pencil with only the ring and middle fingers functional. Before the accident she used to like playing video games-which too, became impossible, as she can't even hold a gamepad anymore, much less play PC games with the keyboard. However, not being able to play video games have resurrected her childhood passion for books, and, during her time at Yamaku, she found out she likes spending most of her free time in the library.
Personality&Bio:
Before the accident she was one of the most popular girls at school. Good-looking, good grades, good family as well as her natural charisma and wit quickly made her an object of admiration and jealously among her peers. Guys wanted to date her, girls wanted to hang out with her. However, despite all of that, she always put a firm, invisible barrier between herself and the others. Early in her life, she developed a sense of superiority that only strengthened win time. Mizuki considered herself better then the others and thus, she only made acquaintances-not true friends, admirers-not boyfriends. Because of that, despite being surrounded by people, she sometimes felt lonely and alienated-however, she was alway sable to cast away these negative feelings by reminding herself of her achievements, beauty, and bight prospects for the future. Not even in her darkest nightmares did she suspect she'll end up disabled and surrounded by other disabled people, in some remote school in a middle of nowhere.
However, that's what happened. Pulling herself together after the accident required a lot of work. While physically Mizuki wasn't in a critical condition, the psychological damage was far, far more serious. During the first several weeks after the accident she refused to eat, leave bed, or even look in the mirror. She put no effort in the rehabilitation and the doctor's prognosis for recovery were grim. However, with time, she came to terms with her new condition and, slowly but steadily, learned to live with her new handicaps. Of course, returning to school was a huge no. She could never stand showing herself in her new state to her former friends, fans and enemies. And enemies she had a plenty-social misfits, disabled students, ugly students and all the other outcasts whom she often enjoyed bulling whenever there was an occasion. Now that she was disabled herself-and far worse then most of them were-she decided she'd rather killed herself then go back to that school-or any other school, for that matter. However, when her parents presented Mizuki with the possibility of continuing her education at Yamaku, she accepted. Surrounded by other handicapped people, she figured out that she will have far greater chances of adjusting herself and, hopefully, rebuilding something resembling her former life and status-without feeling inferior to anyone.
However, when she arrived at Yamaku, ready to start her school life anew, she found out that not everything is going to be as she imagined. Many of the students enrolled in the school were, according to her, hardly disabled at all. First days at the new school were pain. Her plans to become popular again fell into ruin, as she spends most of the time being bitter and jealous of everyone and anyone who happens to be in a better position then herself. She realized that she has changed. The bitter, spiteful thoughts that accompanied her during the first days at hospital, returned. However, rather then feeling hopeless and hating herself, Mizuki hated everyone around her. No longer was she a talkative person she used to be. Most of her attempts at communication or making friends failed-not that she tried much, either. The disabled ones were disabled and pathetic, the "healthy" ones were lucky and smug, and the teachers were either too cold and disregarding or, even worse, too caring and compassionate(which was much, much harmful to her sense of pride and self-worth). She found herself misanthropic and unwilling to bond with others. Most of the time she spends in th library, as she found a new love for books during her stay in the hospital, and she tends to avoid larger groups of people.
That being said, she is by no means a shy person. Mizuki can talk, and she still has some of her wit and charisma of before-it's just that she doesn't feel the need to utilize them. She absolutely despises shy. introverted people, and often, she likes to imagine bulling or making fun of some of her less boldly-mannered peers, just like she used to occasionally do in the past. However, given her new situation, that is hardly possible, and so, she has to satisfy herself with empty fantasies while cursing her fate and the world around her.
Skills:
She used to be a pretty good gamer, but unfortunately, the new state of her right hand prevents pursuing this sort of hobbies. However, she started reading-from serious works of literature and science, to light hearted romances and flashy light novels and manga. In the beginning, reading was painful. Inexperienced with literature, she didn't know whether she should read fast, or think deeply about every paragraph. However, with time she found her own pace, and now, "literary pursuits" play important role in her life. That being said, she doesn't like discussing these things with other people, and still feels a little embarrassed when someone sees her with a book or a manga magazine-it reminds her of the nerdy otaku at her former school, whom she used to considered losers, and, frankly speaking, to whom she still thinks herself better.
Other than that, she doesn't have any outstanding skills or abilities. Most of her life spent pursuing trivial, though pleasant things, and she didn't show any special talents anyway. Thanks to the diligent effort she used to put into schoolwork and high-level of education provided by the prestigious schools her wealthy family has formerly enrolled her in, she has a strong knowledge of various academic subjects and, having learned both English and German for several years, is almost fluent in both of these languages. However, none of these accomplishments seem to matter to Mizuki nowadays. She found out that she has lost most of her pre-accident drive for studying. Probably, it was something she did to keep a certain image of herself, rather then for it's own sake. Ever since the beginning of her education at Yamaku, she hardly put any effort at all into independent study, and most of the time she doesn't even pay attention during the classes. Her grades can no longer be called "good", although the aren't terrible, either. Not that she'd care, either way. |
7,165 | 201 | 24 | 1,618 | 1,065 | Isamu followed alongside Mizuki to the library, noticing that she didn't yet seem accustomed to walking with her crutch. This was the longest interaction the two had had as of yet, but he elected to take no note of it. Trying to distract himself, he found himself rubbing the tips of his fingers together as they walked. He couldn't blame the girl, of course, but the slow pace of their movement was starting to irritate him. He was generally a fast person. Think quick, work quick, do things quickly. Time was, to him, one of the most valuable resources, and he hated wasting it by walking around slowly. Still, he was the one who approached Mizuki. It'd just be plain rude to walk off, or to go ahead of her to the library and leave her to catch up.
When they got to the library, he also noticed the other party of the collision, and almost groaned. What an awful coincidence. Ignoring her for now, Isamu turned his attention to his companion, sitting opposite her, and started getting out his science notebook. Chemistry. UGH. 90% of the work in this book made Isamu want to curl up in a ball and never go back to class. He really didn't like Chemistry, but that was likely because they were, for the most part, only doing rather basic work. Normally, he tried to avoid being condescending, but...really? This work was ridiculous. Charges on atoms? Electron configurations?! It felt like an insult that this work was considered worth their time. Still, he did most of it in class, No point in wasting time he could use playing video games (shhh!) or doing his personal brand of independent study. Which typically resulted in an hour-long wikipedia or youtube search. He was able to study English and Physics at the same time that way.
Returning his focus to the exercises, of which only three were left, he looked between Mizuki and his work, barely registering what she was saying. "...-elp me with my....exercises a bit tough, and.....knowledge of this subjects." Yeah, made sense. They had just had class, and some people did have trouble with electron configurations and...basic arithmetic. Wait...really? She needed help with this? Well, he wasn't going to argue. Besides, she had mentioned she was in the hospital. Who knows how long she was there, and how well she'd been kept up to speed with her studies. Of anybody, she probably had the best excuse to be asking for help. As for the narcoleptic delusion-ridden boy of the same name....well, his condition gave him a free pass half the time. Falling asleep at random times was not very helpful for a student with daily classes. "Sure, Mizuki-san. What parts did you need help with? I've already got most of this done. Did it while Mutou was still talking. I...may or may not have already taught myself the basics of atoms and subatomic particles, along with all the...relevant information." And there was yet another digression. This wasn't helping.
Shaking his head, he waved away the invisible thoughts distracting him. "Exercises. Right. So, which did you want help with again...sorry about that." | Name: Tanaka Isamu
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 18
Appearance: Hands:
Height/Weight: 170cm/59 kg (5'7", 130 pounds)
Personality: Isamu is a very friendly person, owing to his seclusion for most of his life. He's quick to trust, quick to befriend, and quick to forgive. He holds the people in his life near and dear to him, and tries to make new friends wherever possible. He likes to crack jokes, sometimes with a somewhat dark nature to them, but he holds no prejudices or aversion to general society. Since being at Yamaku, he's gotten used to the stares, and occasionally snaps his "claws" at people he notices staring to freak them out. In class, he's diligent and hard-working, and can be described as a teacher's pet.
Skills: Origami, has a distinct love and talent for physics, and a talent (but no love) for mathematics. Also understands most English.
Bio: Ectrodactyly. A condition often referred to as "Lobster claw syndrome" by people who are aware of its existence, due to the...unique appearance it causes in those who suffer from it. The condition is congenital, but no family history of it exists. Isamu...just got unlucky. Some mutation occurred while his mother was pregnant, and now he has three fingers on each hand. The thumb, ring finger and little finger are intact, though separated. There is minor fusion of the ring and little fingers, though each retains most of its normal function.
Due to his condition, Isamu's parents home-schooled him. He knew that he was strange, and his home-schooling was voluntary. His life was relatively normal, as is the case for many "lobstermen." Despite appearances, Isamu retains most of the utility of his hand, and has a driver's license, as well as an interest in origami. When he reached high school age, his parents told him about a school where he could fit in, develop some independence, and make friends. Since he was home-schooled, Isamu's only friends were his parents and his cat. Since his parents had their hands full home-schooling Isamu, they never had another child. At least, that's the official story. Mr. Tanaka suffered an incident at work which damaged his hips and legs, as well as...eliminating his ability to reproduce. His mother has had many extra-marital boyfriends, sanctioned by her husband. Isamu has even met several of these men, and they have been known to contribute to his schooling as well.
Of course, given the choice to go out into the world, Isamu readily accepted, and has been at Yamaku for a few years now. The reason he is a year older than other students is because his home-schooling was somewhat delayed in order to prepare him fully for the world at large.
Other: N/A for now. |
7,166 | 202 | 0 | 2,595 | 7,041 | The world was a large place filled with dangers and destruction beyond anyone's imagination. Ancient creatures lurked in the dark shadows of caves and forests and prayed on the weak and helpless citizens of The Empire. The Young Emperor Maxim on his thrones does what he can to elevate the suffering of the people but his efforts are hindered by corrupted officials who either block or even modified the words of the Emperor himself. The Empire itself contending with these beasts has increased the need for an army which have only helped further corrupted and or sociopathic generals who feed on war. Though the Empire had many good men and women in it there is no escaping the fear in the hearts of those who do of those with the need to murder, maim, torture, exploit, and dominate them. The Empire needed a savior...or group of saviors...
Night Raid...They seek to help the masses...they seek to kill those in power...overthrow the Empire...install a new order that caters to the people, made for the people, and for the people. And it will be GOVERNED by the people. It's the assassinations that feed their growing rebellion. Many flock to their righteous banner in need and seek their help and call them heroes. The Empire calls them traitors and beasts who would kill any innocent man or woman to fit their own needs. And in reality they are a group of misfits who seek to simply change things. For their own reasons they will cause a revolution they will save the people...and they will be heroes. But can a government run by the people itself truly thrive? Can Night Raid truly say they are able to change everything and wipe away the hatred?
Salvation...Salvation is what the people need. They don't need a new government they need one that works. One that doesn't thrive on benevolent hog wash and or continue on people who seek to live in their own decadence. Formed twenty some years ago in secret by a group of intellectuals and experienced generals. Their goals are different their end games varied their but one thing was for certain. These men didn't want to kill the Empire...they wanted to reform it with a new hierarchy. Leadership was needed. Solid, unwavering, and temperant leadership devoid of corruption and selfish intentions. These men wanted a home for the citizens. One of these men were one of the most dangerous men in the entire Empire. Xerxes. Xerxes promised his comrades he'd get rid of the belligerents of chaos and pave a way for the others to fix the Empire. Be it with rebels or with the people inside of the government. He formed a group initially consisting of just him. Then came two more people then more and more until it grew into what it is today. The group took the name of their end goal...Salvation...
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Today is a bright shining day in the middle of the mountains where Salvation calls home. An ancient monastery rebuilt by Xerxes now serves as the home of operations for Salvation as they go about their lives. From all walks of lives and from various groups and organizations comes the members of Salvation. From the Empire to the Rebellion come many different and highly talented people. Some have Imperial Arms some are simply extremely deadly warriors and poets. The Temple itself consists of a large courtyard in front and a meditation garden with a small alter in the back. A three story high tower in the middle and four other smaller one story towers to the left and right corners of the square compound. It has underground highways and prisons made by Xerxes and more than enough room for a small army.
Heavily fortified and protected by heavy iron walls and gates the temple stands as a monument to the willpower of the Salvation group. Xerxes is planning a small time assassination plan on two individuals today but he needs to finalize the information before sending out his men so he has given them free time to spend as they will.
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In the back towards the meditation garden sits Natsuo Phoenix. He sits underneath a tree his silvery hair blowing in the wind as his emerald eyes gaze through the pages of a book. It is a book about a family who travels all around the world doing all sorts of things and in the current chapter they are going around a fair talking and having an overall amazing time with their friends. Natsuo wished he could have had that life but in the end he knew he never could and probably never would. And that was fine with him. How many people had he killed in his life so far? Tens, hundreds possibly? It didn't matter to him especially he liked a good challenge.
He flipped through the pages gently as he hummed a sweet little tune to himself; a smile graced his lips. He couldn't help but wonder...what were the others up to? There were quite the number of people here but there were others in Salvation...The Lone Spirit, Hardin, Shinto to name a few. They were probably off doing their duties or gathering allies or info. It didn't really matter to Natsuo but still he couldn't help but wonder.
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Other than Natsuo there were at least two others doing their usual routines. Nako Homura was in front of the pond dancing around practicing her absolutely gorgeous moves by herself. Her pink dressed flowing in the wind as she twirled and spun on her heels and did all various movements each as elaborate as the last. Some were simple but each were practiced and each had their own dedicated part in Nako's movements. She moved with the grace of someone who had practiced for days and nights on the moves to perfect them. Though she was beautiful and graceful she still carried herself with dignity and pride as her plain dress flowed in the wind as she spun around.
Kotaro meanwhile sat by himself in front of the main gate whiddling away at a wooden box with a knife. He had been making wooden dolls, and other mundane objects in his alone time. He found it boring but it gave him something to do and that was all that mattered to him. Not enjoying the company of others was one thing but he found talking to the crazed people Xerxes and others had recruited to their cause to be even harder to get along with. In a compound full of the crazed he found it more comforting to talk and sit alone by himself just him and his thoughts. His brown coat was covered in wood shavings and dirt. His dark brown eyes focused on the wood he was cutting intensely not letting anything else around him bother him particularly. He was a man of few words and he didn't care for the company of others. However that wasn't too say he was shy or just socially inept. He could speak well and he had no problem talking to others he just found it too be annoying. Especially when it came to Natsuo and some of the others. | Name: Natsuo Phoenix
Nickname/Alias: Silver Blade
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personality:
Though usually peace and calm are natural comments about Natsuo's personality it is merely something that scratches the surface of his personality. Natsuo is in earnest a unstable person who enjoys fighting and killing people. Not for sport but for the thrill of besting an opponent that others wouldn't ever dream of opposing. He almost sociopathic in his tendencies in a fight but also knows when it is best simply to kill an opponent. Though he doesn't like torturing his opponents he does enjoy messing around with people who aren't nearly on the same level as he is himself. He can be deceitful and a deviant liar whenever he fancies and has been called a habitual liar by some though he merely sees it as bending the truth.
In spite of this intense need for violence in his life Natsuo has a side to him that does enjoy talking and getting to know people on a deeper level. He enjoys spending time with others and naturally enjoys comedic situations. He fancies himself a master of sarcasm and is always the first one to try and get out a remark at someone's expense. He enjoys swimming and reading just as he enjoys practicing his swordsmanship. He loves dogs and other furry creatures to the extent where he wishes that he could own one but knows he couldn't properly take care of one if he did.
However it seems from his troubled history that Natsuo has a deep and well rooted distrust of people despite knowing them for extended periods of time. He refuses to comment why or change his ways and he will make it clear to people while they may be his friends or even allies they will never truly earn his trust. Trust and love itself have become a distorted emotion for Natsuo that he hardly feels anymore and refuses to try to understand it. He views women and relationships the same way a person would if they a shut in: a way to get out of loneliness. Though he doesn't view women as naturally inferior to men he does view with with some distrust more so than males.
Though he does not especially care for any material or financial reward he does like them and hardly refuses what he believes to be a fair reward that he believes won't comeback to haunt him. He has a deep dislike for drugs and alcohol and refuses to touch the stuff in general unless it comes in the form of medicine and even then he complains.
History/Bio:
Born in a fairly wealthy province in the center of the empire young Natsuo was the son of a minor noble and his mother was a born warrior. His father intended for Natsuo to be his heir as his older brother had been wounded badly in war. His mother on the other hand wanted someone to pass her knowledge down too and viewed her first born with some distaste after he came back crippled in the war. She wanted Natsuo to be the pride of her life and she intended for him to be like that one way or another.
Natsuo himself was a rather bright eyed child and was often walked around the village as a small child by his uncle Rin in an effort to show him the life outside of the castle however that would ultimately end up backfiring as Natsuo, despite his uncle's efforts, witnessed some unsavory events outside of the estate and would ultimately become worse for it. His father however would have him take courses on various political and economical subjects as well as acting/performing tutors in order to properly mold him into a great politician.
His mother however wouldn't allow him to take certain classes occasionally and often took him out at night in order to train him in the gardens in her own sword techniques. Her close friend Sanji would often also help out teaching him some of his own prized hand to hand and close combat styled fighting methods. While he liked his acting classes, Natsuo would often despise the political aspects of the others and would spend time with his mother more which greatly frustrated his father.
On a trip to The Capital he would meet and talk with a interesting individual who would befriend Natsuo and his father and come home with them. This man forged a weapon and mask made especially for Natsuo himself. Who this man was Natsuo was never told though the man was clearly powerful and strong and even his mother respected him. This man was brought here for security purposes according to his father and Natsuo would learn to idolize this man.
During his teenage years things would become more complicated as his older brother started to become more discontent with his current situation and he started to take out his frustrations on his younger brother however their mother put a stop to it quickly. His father however was seriously considering putting Natsuo's brother in charge instead due to the boy's odd tendencies and life choices so far in life. One fateful night Natsuo snuck out of his home and went off to meet a stranger in the middle of town whom he had saw earlier that day training in the woods when he and his mother went out earlier. Intending to see what type of moves the man had been practicing. However on the way there Natsuo ran into and had to fight off a group of thugs which he quickly dispatched only to find out his brother was plotting against him.
His uncle Rin showed up not long after and introduced Natsuo to the individual whom he had found out was a member of Salvation named Nako Homura. Nako stated that she was to take Natsuo away to train and become a part of a movement to take over the empire. Natsuo was confused at first but Rin told him that his father did this as he was a part of the movement and intended to use Salvation as a way to keep his heir safe from his treasonous older brother until the time was right. His mother didn't know however Rin said he'd explain it to her later. Natsuo agreed though hestitantly and left with Nako. Though he didn't train with Nako often, more often training with other members of Salvation, he quickly became infamous in the group for his talents and was given the nickname Silverblade after his beautifully made Katana.
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Weapons/Items: A long black hilted Steel Katana with a ruby pommel.
Armor: A White Jester's Mask made out of Stainless Steel made to fit him customly and an overlaying plate of steel that covers his chest and shoulders. He also wears black gloves with iron studs embedded in them and thick leather leggings.
Imperial Arms: None at the moment
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Combat Specialty: Close to Mid Range - Two Handed Swords Mastery
Adept at Daggers and hand to hand
Other Talents: Disguise, Voice Altering, and Hunting
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Other: |
7,167 | 202 | 1 | 2,487 | 9,781 | Solanne listened carefully to the sounds of the wind, eye arching in plain interest. She stood in the back of their merry training field of grass, willows, and trees, resting in a corner with her arms crossed. The people around these parts who she had come to call her comrades would know her as the infamous Crimson Hound; though depending on who you were, she was either a hero or a thief. Not that the labels ever mattered to her.
The pursuit of adventure and maybe a little cash had drawn her out of bed on this day and out into fresh air. Of course, she figured that adventuring could wait on a nice day like this. Besides, the rooms in their fun little base were much too dank for her tastes. Not to mention cramped. The next time someone “breathed” on her, she wouldn’t hesitate to punch their lights out.
“No need to go around causing trouble,” she told herself.
Odds were, the only ones that would talk to her at the moment would be Natsuo and Nako. And that was usually it, considering the lack of action going on right now. That’s generally how these things tended to go, at least in her experience. Who knew? Maybe she’d actually find some excitement from this day after all.
So the redhead waited, closing her eyes and taking the time to crack her knuckles. Her mind wandered off to the old days with her old partner before they parted paths. The Crimson Hound and the Black Assassin. Now those were some fun times.
Still, one never knew what fate had in store for them all. With the rise of this Night Raid, simple thievery became the least of any village’s worries. In a sense, Solanne supposed she was here on some grand journey for justice and self-fulfillment. To bring light and hope back into an ever fading world….
Solanne snorted at her own thoughts.
“Yeah right! I just want a free meal and some cash!” | Name: Solara Luxone
Age: 27
Alias: Crimson Hound
Personality: Bright, chipper, and just overall optimistic, if one were to call Solanne a tomboy, she’d jokingly pound them on the shoulder before saying that they weren’t doing her enough justice. Yeah, she’s one of those girls. To be fair though, her laid-back and happy persona is normally a fresh relief to all the other events going on. It usually takes something truly horrendous or traumatic to dampen Solanne burning spirit and joking nature. Did we mention the laid-back attitude? Yes? Good, then now you know that it also takes something incredibly dire for Solanne to be taken seriously.
Despite her initial cheery front though, she does admit that her life has been crappy so far with all the politics within the world. Only the most observant and perceptive can see through her idiotic grin. Because of her own past, Solanne is dead set determined to create a future where everyone can smile freely. As such, she is usually one to put everyone, friends and allies alike, above her own well-being, sometimes ranging to levels of naivety. She is fiercely loyal to those she wants to protect and will do just about anything for them.
Just don’t screw around with her trust. Unless you want a few teeth shaved off.
Background: Ironically enough, most people tend to think of the “Crimson Hound” as some sort of deranged killer bent on ending all life. People usually don’t think that maybe she earned the nick-name due to her unyielding loyalty? Oh well. That gets Solanne every time. Hailing from a distant nation from the west, Solara lost both her parents to bandits at a fairly early age and spent the remainder of her childhood being raised as an orphan.
Most children would have caved into depression at that age, but Solanne took her parent’s teachings by heart and desired to help out all that she could. Soon, she was everyone’s “big sister” at the orphanage before finally becoming old enough to wield a blade while also providing a steady income for the orphanage via bounty hunting or thievery. She still visits the orphanage from time to time, despite her many travels. However, danger was always near, and Solanne soon found a new reason to fight when going out to create her own journey.
Recently however, news of a group rivaling that of the infamous Night Raid caught the Crimson Hound’s attention. Certain events followed that led to Solanne becoming a member of the equally enigmatic and powerful Salvation. Wanting to put her thieving skills and reputation as a bounty hunter to good use, she eventually caught the eye of Salvation's leader, Xerxes. That was some time ago and now as a senior member of the group of assassins, the prospect of a free world seems ever closer more than ever.
Combat Speciality: Close to mid-range combat, brawling.
Skills:
- Reasonable knowledge of the world’s history
- Adept at sword combat
- Ability to summon a large, hound-like familiar through the usage of her Imperial Arm
Imperial Arms: A sword by the name of Duster. Its blade is composed entirely of hardened and purified flame and ash, sharpened to cut through a good majority of things. Solanne’s default weapon, it is also able to channel and release her fire magic to deadly proportions. Apart from generating and manipulating flames, from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Solanne can also use her Imperial Arm to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing more powerful flames.
Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation. That being said, rendering all of the moisture in the air is a deadly technique that is only be used as a last resort given that it affects the user just as much as the intended targets.
Armor: Metal boots along with a scorched gauntlet to assist in channeling her flames. |
7,168 | 202 | 2 | 1,278 | 8,084 | The sound of footsteps echoed on the corridors of the old monastery as Apophis once more made her way through them. Her heels clacked against the stone pavement in a quasi-rhythmic way as she looked around with her uncovered eye, while she liked her fingertips idly.
Eventually, she spotted the garden from one of the windows and noticed that some of her... companions were already gathered there. "I might as well go there too..." Apophis said to herself, just before she noticed a duo of guards commenting about her from behind a nearby corner.
"Do you... want to have some fun, mister? It might be your last, but I'll make it good." Apophis said as she closed her lips in a near kiss, after pinning one of the guards to the wall. The poor soul was almost relieving himself off in his armor, while his friend could do very little other than stare at Apophis is a catatonic daze, when she moved away from him, after getting so close to deliver her deadly kiss that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his mouth. "You shouldn't desire things that you can't touch, mister. That is, if you want survive on this world..." Apophis said as she licked her index and ran it through his torso and face, stopping just before reaching his mouth, just before letting him fall to the floor, unable to sustain his weight, since his knees were feeling like jelly.
•••
A few minutes later, Apophis would arrive at the garden and, after looking around, she decided to sneak behind Natsuo. "Hmm..., what's is that you're doing?" Apophis asked as she coiled around the tree and tried to peek at his book, while bringing their faces as close as it was safe to.
As she waited for a reply, Apophis looked around the people in the courtyard and commented "Certainly, this place is more lively than usual... I wonder what is going to happen?" while licking her fingers slowly. | Name:
Apophis
Nickname/Alias:
Snake of Paradise
Gender:
Female
Age:
26
Personality:
Creepy, is perhaps the first word to come to one's mind, when they think about Apophis and, actually, that's not a bad way to describe her.
Usually, Apophis keeps to herself, doing whatever is it that pleases her at the time. When she interacts with someone else, generally it's through ominous sounding phrases and meaningful glances.
Yet, there's something alluring, almost... erotic, about Apophis. Perhaps, it's her perky goth looks, her penetrating stare, or the way that she moves around (with that habit of licking her fingers the whole time), or perhaps, it's all of these things together that give Apophis the aura of ophidian danger and sexiness that she's better know by.
History/Bio:
The history of the being known as Apophis is shrouded in mystery. Pretty much nothing is known of her early childhood, considering that even Apophis can't remember said period.
Apophis' first real memory and the first known official register about her, is of waking up, dressed in hags, on a test facility covered from head to toes in the blood and gore of several corpses that were scattered around her. Furthermore, her right eye was missing and on its place laid the cursed relic that would give Apophis her name and infamous powers, the Eye of the Serpent Lord.
Without knowing who she was, who those people were and what their objective was, Apophis was left to roam the land, clinging to the only thing that she still had, her life. And she did so, with lethal consequences to those who threatened to take it from her, until she came across an attack party belonging to Salvation that, instead of trying to kill her for her unspeakable powers, took her in and offered the empty girl the chance to do something more of her life other than survive.
Apophis ended taking the chance and joined the group from that day forward, under the condition that they would try to find more about her origins and who was responsible for giving her that cursed eye.
•••
Weapons/Items:
Apophis' only noteworthy possession is a silver cross pendant that she had with her when she woke up on the facility. It has some initials engraved on it, but Apophis could never find out what it means.
Armor:
None.
Imperial Arms:
Eye of the Serpent Lord: This fake eye has a snake-like pupil and might look creepy, though normal at first sight. For the owners to have any benefits from its power, they have to sacrifice one of their own eyes. However, with great sacrifice comes great power, in form of a host of minor gifts that can be summed up in the phrase "The user becomes a human serpent".
Aside boosting the user's strength and toughness to the point were they are able to resist otherwise lethal wounds and rip their foe to shreds with their bare hands using the strength of the great constrictor snakes, the Eye also:
- Enhances the user's senses, including infrared vision;
- Gives the user an hypnotic gaze;
- Makes the user immune all but the most vicious poisons and toxins.
However, for all of it's seemingly great powers, the Eye also has a huge disadvantage, all of the user's bodily fluids become a powerful neurotoxin, capable of killing even the mightiest warriors with a small dose.
•••
Combat Specialty:
Melee/Assassination
Other Talents:
None.
•••
Other:
Theme |
7,169 | 202 | 3 | 2,595 | 7,041 | Oh hey there Miss Apophis. Natsuo said with a kind smile though he wasn't really happy to see the woman he supposed it was about that time of day when he had to converse with his 'family'. "Nice weather huh? This book here is about a orphan who finds a new family only to have it stripped away from him by an evil duke. I'm reading it to get an idea on how an orphan who has been wronged may act. You know planning ahead for roles really helps with the process of tricking people." Natsuo said happily as he turned his head upward to look at the woman and put his hands behind his head. "As for the guys and gals around here? Well we got missions planned up. Xerxes is a bit interested in getting rid of some names while Esdeath's death squad is in shambles. Who else gives more of a damn about what we could do? Hell I bet the minister thinks those murders last week were Night Raid's doings...heh they never suspected that I wasn't a cadet. That guard captain hassling our contacts won't be a problem anymore. Too bad he didn't last too long...poor guy and his men...eh not really they were whoring bastards anyway." Natsuo said indifferently as he giggled. "Oh by the way you look pretty today. New lipstick or hair style or something?" Natsuo said as he giggled to himself childishly. He didn't really care what she looked like but that's what women liked to hear right? He was in a good mood. And why wouldn't he be? He was safe, he had a job coming up, and life kept on keeping on during a beautifully shiny day. | Name: Natsuo Phoenix
Nickname/Alias: Silver Blade
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personality:
Though usually peace and calm are natural comments about Natsuo's personality it is merely something that scratches the surface of his personality. Natsuo is in earnest a unstable person who enjoys fighting and killing people. Not for sport but for the thrill of besting an opponent that others wouldn't ever dream of opposing. He almost sociopathic in his tendencies in a fight but also knows when it is best simply to kill an opponent. Though he doesn't like torturing his opponents he does enjoy messing around with people who aren't nearly on the same level as he is himself. He can be deceitful and a deviant liar whenever he fancies and has been called a habitual liar by some though he merely sees it as bending the truth.
In spite of this intense need for violence in his life Natsuo has a side to him that does enjoy talking and getting to know people on a deeper level. He enjoys spending time with others and naturally enjoys comedic situations. He fancies himself a master of sarcasm and is always the first one to try and get out a remark at someone's expense. He enjoys swimming and reading just as he enjoys practicing his swordsmanship. He loves dogs and other furry creatures to the extent where he wishes that he could own one but knows he couldn't properly take care of one if he did.
However it seems from his troubled history that Natsuo has a deep and well rooted distrust of people despite knowing them for extended periods of time. He refuses to comment why or change his ways and he will make it clear to people while they may be his friends or even allies they will never truly earn his trust. Trust and love itself have become a distorted emotion for Natsuo that he hardly feels anymore and refuses to try to understand it. He views women and relationships the same way a person would if they a shut in: a way to get out of loneliness. Though he doesn't view women as naturally inferior to men he does view with with some distrust more so than males.
Though he does not especially care for any material or financial reward he does like them and hardly refuses what he believes to be a fair reward that he believes won't comeback to haunt him. He has a deep dislike for drugs and alcohol and refuses to touch the stuff in general unless it comes in the form of medicine and even then he complains.
History/Bio:
Born in a fairly wealthy province in the center of the empire young Natsuo was the son of a minor noble and his mother was a born warrior. His father intended for Natsuo to be his heir as his older brother had been wounded badly in war. His mother on the other hand wanted someone to pass her knowledge down too and viewed her first born with some distaste after he came back crippled in the war. She wanted Natsuo to be the pride of her life and she intended for him to be like that one way or another.
Natsuo himself was a rather bright eyed child and was often walked around the village as a small child by his uncle Rin in an effort to show him the life outside of the castle however that would ultimately end up backfiring as Natsuo, despite his uncle's efforts, witnessed some unsavory events outside of the estate and would ultimately become worse for it. His father however would have him take courses on various political and economical subjects as well as acting/performing tutors in order to properly mold him into a great politician.
His mother however wouldn't allow him to take certain classes occasionally and often took him out at night in order to train him in the gardens in her own sword techniques. Her close friend Sanji would often also help out teaching him some of his own prized hand to hand and close combat styled fighting methods. While he liked his acting classes, Natsuo would often despise the political aspects of the others and would spend time with his mother more which greatly frustrated his father.
On a trip to The Capital he would meet and talk with a interesting individual who would befriend Natsuo and his father and come home with them. This man forged a weapon and mask made especially for Natsuo himself. Who this man was Natsuo was never told though the man was clearly powerful and strong and even his mother respected him. This man was brought here for security purposes according to his father and Natsuo would learn to idolize this man.
During his teenage years things would become more complicated as his older brother started to become more discontent with his current situation and he started to take out his frustrations on his younger brother however their mother put a stop to it quickly. His father however was seriously considering putting Natsuo's brother in charge instead due to the boy's odd tendencies and life choices so far in life. One fateful night Natsuo snuck out of his home and went off to meet a stranger in the middle of town whom he had saw earlier that day training in the woods when he and his mother went out earlier. Intending to see what type of moves the man had been practicing. However on the way there Natsuo ran into and had to fight off a group of thugs which he quickly dispatched only to find out his brother was plotting against him.
His uncle Rin showed up not long after and introduced Natsuo to the individual whom he had found out was a member of Salvation named Nako Homura. Nako stated that she was to take Natsuo away to train and become a part of a movement to take over the empire. Natsuo was confused at first but Rin told him that his father did this as he was a part of the movement and intended to use Salvation as a way to keep his heir safe from his treasonous older brother until the time was right. His mother didn't know however Rin said he'd explain it to her later. Natsuo agreed though hestitantly and left with Nako. Though he didn't train with Nako often, more often training with other members of Salvation, he quickly became infamous in the group for his talents and was given the nickname Silverblade after his beautifully made Katana.
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Weapons/Items: A long black hilted Steel Katana with a ruby pommel.
Armor: A White Jester's Mask made out of Stainless Steel made to fit him customly and an overlaying plate of steel that covers his chest and shoulders. He also wears black gloves with iron studs embedded in them and thick leather leggings.
Imperial Arms: None at the moment
====
Combat Specialty: Close to Mid Range - Two Handed Swords Mastery
Adept at Daggers and hand to hand
Other Talents: Disguise, Voice Altering, and Hunting
===
Other: |
7,170 | 202 | 4 | 1,278 | 8,084 | Ahh... so that is it. Sometimes, I wonder how it must feel to even have a family, in first place? Apophis commented once she got a grasp on the book's contents. Indeed, the concept of family was completely alien to Apophis, to the point that couldn't understand why people got so attached to others just because of something like blood relations.
"Anyway, thank you, actually I got a new nail polish. I'm glad you think that my fingers are pretty..." The snake-like girl said as she bent down to stare at her, now laid down, companion. Truth be told, she could feel that he was lying by listening to his heartbeats. Even if the deviation was small, it was still there, but there was no reason for Apophis to turn down the free flattering, after all, just like Natsu said, girls enjoy this kind of thing, even if it's a lie.
"I hope the old man finishes what he's doing. I'm getting tired of having nothing to do but stare at these walls." Apophis said as she shuffled around and found a spot on the sun, right next to Solanne, to take a nap with her body coiled up like a rattlesnake. | Name:
Apophis
Nickname/Alias:
Snake of Paradise
Gender:
Female
Age:
26
Personality:
Creepy, is perhaps the first word to come to one's mind, when they think about Apophis and, actually, that's not a bad way to describe her.
Usually, Apophis keeps to herself, doing whatever is it that pleases her at the time. When she interacts with someone else, generally it's through ominous sounding phrases and meaningful glances.
Yet, there's something alluring, almost... erotic, about Apophis. Perhaps, it's her perky goth looks, her penetrating stare, or the way that she moves around (with that habit of licking her fingers the whole time), or perhaps, it's all of these things together that give Apophis the aura of ophidian danger and sexiness that she's better know by.
History/Bio:
The history of the being known as Apophis is shrouded in mystery. Pretty much nothing is known of her early childhood, considering that even Apophis can't remember said period.
Apophis' first real memory and the first known official register about her, is of waking up, dressed in hags, on a test facility covered from head to toes in the blood and gore of several corpses that were scattered around her. Furthermore, her right eye was missing and on its place laid the cursed relic that would give Apophis her name and infamous powers, the Eye of the Serpent Lord.
Without knowing who she was, who those people were and what their objective was, Apophis was left to roam the land, clinging to the only thing that she still had, her life. And she did so, with lethal consequences to those who threatened to take it from her, until she came across an attack party belonging to Salvation that, instead of trying to kill her for her unspeakable powers, took her in and offered the empty girl the chance to do something more of her life other than survive.
Apophis ended taking the chance and joined the group from that day forward, under the condition that they would try to find more about her origins and who was responsible for giving her that cursed eye.
•••
Weapons/Items:
Apophis' only noteworthy possession is a silver cross pendant that she had with her when she woke up on the facility. It has some initials engraved on it, but Apophis could never find out what it means.
Armor:
None.
Imperial Arms:
Eye of the Serpent Lord: This fake eye has a snake-like pupil and might look creepy, though normal at first sight. For the owners to have any benefits from its power, they have to sacrifice one of their own eyes. However, with great sacrifice comes great power, in form of a host of minor gifts that can be summed up in the phrase "The user becomes a human serpent".
Aside boosting the user's strength and toughness to the point were they are able to resist otherwise lethal wounds and rip their foe to shreds with their bare hands using the strength of the great constrictor snakes, the Eye also:
- Enhances the user's senses, including infrared vision;
- Gives the user an hypnotic gaze;
- Makes the user immune all but the most vicious poisons and toxins.
However, for all of it's seemingly great powers, the Eye also has a huge disadvantage, all of the user's bodily fluids become a powerful neurotoxin, capable of killing even the mightiest warriors with a small dose.
•••
Combat Specialty:
Melee/Assassination
Other Talents:
None.
•••
Other:
Theme |
7,171 | 202 | 5 | 2,595 | 7,041 | Huh? What aren't we family? Salvation has to stick together we're all we got until we finish our mission. Even if you don't I consider you all kin just as much as blood. Even if you're all creepy or grumpy except for Solanne, The Boss, and Nako. Natsuo said as he spoke truthfully to his senior member. It may seem childish but if you didn't trust you team how could you get anywhere? Sure it was nice to have caution but if all you held in your mind was distrust then you're doomed from the start. The world didn't look kindly on the paranoid.
"Anyways though you're welcome and I'm sorry that you're getting impatient. Just give The Boss credit: He never gives us a half assed mission." Natsuo said and when Apophis went away he turned backed to his book. He wondered if the woman actually even liked him at all or felt him to be a pain. No matter what though he was glad he still had friends in Nako and The Boss. The Boss liked his work ethic even if he found him in need of a lesson on how to kill people quicker. Natsuo liked to hurt people to make them understand what being hurt really was. The weak who hurt the weaker deserved to know pain. It was only natural they suffered in their last moment like they made the others suffer. And Nako....Nako was the closest thing he had to a aunt here. She was sweet, gentle, kind...and she had been with him since day one here in Salvation. A constant that he'd never forget. "So Augustus...let's see how you deal with the duke's visit..." Natsuo said as he turned the page in his book. | Name: Natsuo Phoenix
Nickname/Alias: Silver Blade
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personality:
Though usually peace and calm are natural comments about Natsuo's personality it is merely something that scratches the surface of his personality. Natsuo is in earnest a unstable person who enjoys fighting and killing people. Not for sport but for the thrill of besting an opponent that others wouldn't ever dream of opposing. He almost sociopathic in his tendencies in a fight but also knows when it is best simply to kill an opponent. Though he doesn't like torturing his opponents he does enjoy messing around with people who aren't nearly on the same level as he is himself. He can be deceitful and a deviant liar whenever he fancies and has been called a habitual liar by some though he merely sees it as bending the truth.
In spite of this intense need for violence in his life Natsuo has a side to him that does enjoy talking and getting to know people on a deeper level. He enjoys spending time with others and naturally enjoys comedic situations. He fancies himself a master of sarcasm and is always the first one to try and get out a remark at someone's expense. He enjoys swimming and reading just as he enjoys practicing his swordsmanship. He loves dogs and other furry creatures to the extent where he wishes that he could own one but knows he couldn't properly take care of one if he did.
However it seems from his troubled history that Natsuo has a deep and well rooted distrust of people despite knowing them for extended periods of time. He refuses to comment why or change his ways and he will make it clear to people while they may be his friends or even allies they will never truly earn his trust. Trust and love itself have become a distorted emotion for Natsuo that he hardly feels anymore and refuses to try to understand it. He views women and relationships the same way a person would if they a shut in: a way to get out of loneliness. Though he doesn't view women as naturally inferior to men he does view with with some distrust more so than males.
Though he does not especially care for any material or financial reward he does like them and hardly refuses what he believes to be a fair reward that he believes won't comeback to haunt him. He has a deep dislike for drugs and alcohol and refuses to touch the stuff in general unless it comes in the form of medicine and even then he complains.
History/Bio:
Born in a fairly wealthy province in the center of the empire young Natsuo was the son of a minor noble and his mother was a born warrior. His father intended for Natsuo to be his heir as his older brother had been wounded badly in war. His mother on the other hand wanted someone to pass her knowledge down too and viewed her first born with some distaste after he came back crippled in the war. She wanted Natsuo to be the pride of her life and she intended for him to be like that one way or another.
Natsuo himself was a rather bright eyed child and was often walked around the village as a small child by his uncle Rin in an effort to show him the life outside of the castle however that would ultimately end up backfiring as Natsuo, despite his uncle's efforts, witnessed some unsavory events outside of the estate and would ultimately become worse for it. His father however would have him take courses on various political and economical subjects as well as acting/performing tutors in order to properly mold him into a great politician.
His mother however wouldn't allow him to take certain classes occasionally and often took him out at night in order to train him in the gardens in her own sword techniques. Her close friend Sanji would often also help out teaching him some of his own prized hand to hand and close combat styled fighting methods. While he liked his acting classes, Natsuo would often despise the political aspects of the others and would spend time with his mother more which greatly frustrated his father.
On a trip to The Capital he would meet and talk with a interesting individual who would befriend Natsuo and his father and come home with them. This man forged a weapon and mask made especially for Natsuo himself. Who this man was Natsuo was never told though the man was clearly powerful and strong and even his mother respected him. This man was brought here for security purposes according to his father and Natsuo would learn to idolize this man.
During his teenage years things would become more complicated as his older brother started to become more discontent with his current situation and he started to take out his frustrations on his younger brother however their mother put a stop to it quickly. His father however was seriously considering putting Natsuo's brother in charge instead due to the boy's odd tendencies and life choices so far in life. One fateful night Natsuo snuck out of his home and went off to meet a stranger in the middle of town whom he had saw earlier that day training in the woods when he and his mother went out earlier. Intending to see what type of moves the man had been practicing. However on the way there Natsuo ran into and had to fight off a group of thugs which he quickly dispatched only to find out his brother was plotting against him.
His uncle Rin showed up not long after and introduced Natsuo to the individual whom he had found out was a member of Salvation named Nako Homura. Nako stated that she was to take Natsuo away to train and become a part of a movement to take over the empire. Natsuo was confused at first but Rin told him that his father did this as he was a part of the movement and intended to use Salvation as a way to keep his heir safe from his treasonous older brother until the time was right. His mother didn't know however Rin said he'd explain it to her later. Natsuo agreed though hestitantly and left with Nako. Though he didn't train with Nako often, more often training with other members of Salvation, he quickly became infamous in the group for his talents and was given the nickname Silverblade after his beautifully made Katana.
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Weapons/Items: A long black hilted Steel Katana with a ruby pommel.
Armor: A White Jester's Mask made out of Stainless Steel made to fit him customly and an overlaying plate of steel that covers his chest and shoulders. He also wears black gloves with iron studs embedded in them and thick leather leggings.
Imperial Arms: None at the moment
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Combat Specialty: Close to Mid Range - Two Handed Swords Mastery
Adept at Daggers and hand to hand
Other Talents: Disguise, Voice Altering, and Hunting
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Other: |
7,172 | 202 | 6 | 2,487 | 9,781 | Solanne raised an eye as she felt something soft rest near her side. She was about to verbally complain when she caught sight of just who decided to nap beside her. Her eyes twitched, the desire to reprimand the culprit slowly dying in resolve. How fun. The resident psycho with the snake and poison fetish had decided she was the best person to nap with.
“Er, Apophis? You know we’re gonna get our mission soon, y’know? And I know it’s a really, really nice day and all, but do you have to use me as a practical pillow?” Solanne asked, trying to shift away from the creepy girl. Honestly, the Crimson Hound had dealt with more than her share of people who weren’t quite right in the head.
With a sigh, she crossed her arms behind her head and leaned back. Glancing at the sky, she said, “Speaking of which, shouldn’t we be getting our missions soon anyway? Honestly, old Word Weaver sure likes to give us time to think to ourselves, y’know,” using her nickname for the Boss. | Name: Solara Luxone
Age: 27
Alias: Crimson Hound
Personality: Bright, chipper, and just overall optimistic, if one were to call Solanne a tomboy, she’d jokingly pound them on the shoulder before saying that they weren’t doing her enough justice. Yeah, she’s one of those girls. To be fair though, her laid-back and happy persona is normally a fresh relief to all the other events going on. It usually takes something truly horrendous or traumatic to dampen Solanne burning spirit and joking nature. Did we mention the laid-back attitude? Yes? Good, then now you know that it also takes something incredibly dire for Solanne to be taken seriously.
Despite her initial cheery front though, she does admit that her life has been crappy so far with all the politics within the world. Only the most observant and perceptive can see through her idiotic grin. Because of her own past, Solanne is dead set determined to create a future where everyone can smile freely. As such, she is usually one to put everyone, friends and allies alike, above her own well-being, sometimes ranging to levels of naivety. She is fiercely loyal to those she wants to protect and will do just about anything for them.
Just don’t screw around with her trust. Unless you want a few teeth shaved off.
Background: Ironically enough, most people tend to think of the “Crimson Hound” as some sort of deranged killer bent on ending all life. People usually don’t think that maybe she earned the nick-name due to her unyielding loyalty? Oh well. That gets Solanne every time. Hailing from a distant nation from the west, Solara lost both her parents to bandits at a fairly early age and spent the remainder of her childhood being raised as an orphan.
Most children would have caved into depression at that age, but Solanne took her parent’s teachings by heart and desired to help out all that she could. Soon, she was everyone’s “big sister” at the orphanage before finally becoming old enough to wield a blade while also providing a steady income for the orphanage via bounty hunting or thievery. She still visits the orphanage from time to time, despite her many travels. However, danger was always near, and Solanne soon found a new reason to fight when going out to create her own journey.
Recently however, news of a group rivaling that of the infamous Night Raid caught the Crimson Hound’s attention. Certain events followed that led to Solanne becoming a member of the equally enigmatic and powerful Salvation. Wanting to put her thieving skills and reputation as a bounty hunter to good use, she eventually caught the eye of Salvation's leader, Xerxes. That was some time ago and now as a senior member of the group of assassins, the prospect of a free world seems ever closer more than ever.
Combat Speciality: Close to mid-range combat, brawling.
Skills:
- Reasonable knowledge of the world’s history
- Adept at sword combat
- Ability to summon a large, hound-like familiar through the usage of her Imperial Arm
Imperial Arms: A sword by the name of Duster. Its blade is composed entirely of hardened and purified flame and ash, sharpened to cut through a good majority of things. Solanne’s default weapon, it is also able to channel and release her fire magic to deadly proportions. Apart from generating and manipulating flames, from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Solanne can also use her Imperial Arm to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing more powerful flames.
Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation. That being said, rendering all of the moisture in the air is a deadly technique that is only be used as a last resort given that it affects the user just as much as the intended targets.
Armor: Metal boots along with a scorched gauntlet to assist in channeling her flames. |
7,173 | 202 | 7 | 2,531 | 418 | Yosuke Walked around the bass enjoying the weather while waiting for a mission. Anyone that saw him would see he looked like he was ready for a trip to the beach not a mission. Plain white T-shirt, messy hair, and blue pants with bare feet was what he had on right now. He walked up and stopped a few feet from Solanne and Apophis. He then used his hand to block the light from his eyes. "Awwwwwww, how cute. I didn't know you two were a couple. He stood there with a silly look on his face hopping for a priceless reaction from one of them | Name: Yosuke
Nickname/Alias:
Gender: Male
Age:20
(no wolf thing.)
Personality: Yosuke is a skilled fighter with a laid back attitude when he isn't fighting. He is always ready for a challenge and will do almost anything to get the job done. When he is not on a mission you can find him in one of a few spots. Hanging out on the roof reading, fighting danger beasts or eating something in the kitchen. He holds a deep seated hatred towards the Empire and at time can let his anger get the best of him when it comes to matters about them. Likes to hang out with Natsuo because of his personality.
History/Bio: Yosuke was born to a middle income family in the capitol. Growing up he showed interest in fighting and was trained by a teacher his parents hired to teach him. After his parents died he was taken in by his teacher and trained with him tell he was skilled enough to join the army. After some time in the army he saw how corrupt many of the soldiers were and learned his commanding officer had something to do with his parents deaths. Losing all hope he had in the Empire he went AWOL. He was then found by Natsuo and asked him to join Salvation. After joining Salvation he increased his training and worked hard to make a good impression on his new teammates. Yosuke ended up fighting his old commander on a mission and killed him. After the fight he took the commanders Imperial Arms for himself.
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Weapons/Items:
Armor: (See picture.)
Imperial Arms: Changeling. A sword that can change into other objects. (Axe, club, crowbar, ect)
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Combat Specialty: Close range.
Other Talents: Cooking and metal work.
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Other: Tho you wouldn't be able to tell by just being around him he is gay. |
7,174 | 202 | 8 | 1,278 | 8,084 | I like resting on Sol's side it's warm and nice Apophis said softly, before shifting a little bit until she actually had her head resting on Solanne's lap, almost not resisting the urge to fall back into a peaceful slumber, even though she had just got out of her bed. Then again, considering Apophis' reptilian behavior, it was no surprise that she was very lazy in the morning, just like a snake needs to bask in the Sun's heat, before feeling alive every morning.
Once Yosuke came and commented upon her relationship with Solanne, Apophis turned her gazer to him, while getting more comfy on Solanne's thigh "Sol likes to keep it private, but we've been like this for a long time... anyway, I'm really getting tired of waiting" Apophis said before closing her eye and drifting to the land of dreams again.
If one looked at her innocent breathing as she hugged Solanne, while sleeping on her lap, they would never be able to guess that that innocent looking girl was a literal cold-blooded killer. But, then again, given the quasi-childish way that Apophis behaved and the pure, almost naive, way that she tears her opponents apart with her bare hands, it's not hard to think that Apophis is really an innocent monster.
Such is the irony of fate for those whose lives have been died in the color of blood, right? | Name:
Apophis
Nickname/Alias:
Snake of Paradise
Gender:
Female
Age:
26
Personality:
Creepy, is perhaps the first word to come to one's mind, when they think about Apophis and, actually, that's not a bad way to describe her.
Usually, Apophis keeps to herself, doing whatever is it that pleases her at the time. When she interacts with someone else, generally it's through ominous sounding phrases and meaningful glances.
Yet, there's something alluring, almost... erotic, about Apophis. Perhaps, it's her perky goth looks, her penetrating stare, or the way that she moves around (with that habit of licking her fingers the whole time), or perhaps, it's all of these things together that give Apophis the aura of ophidian danger and sexiness that she's better know by.
History/Bio:
The history of the being known as Apophis is shrouded in mystery. Pretty much nothing is known of her early childhood, considering that even Apophis can't remember said period.
Apophis' first real memory and the first known official register about her, is of waking up, dressed in hags, on a test facility covered from head to toes in the blood and gore of several corpses that were scattered around her. Furthermore, her right eye was missing and on its place laid the cursed relic that would give Apophis her name and infamous powers, the Eye of the Serpent Lord.
Without knowing who she was, who those people were and what their objective was, Apophis was left to roam the land, clinging to the only thing that she still had, her life. And she did so, with lethal consequences to those who threatened to take it from her, until she came across an attack party belonging to Salvation that, instead of trying to kill her for her unspeakable powers, took her in and offered the empty girl the chance to do something more of her life other than survive.
Apophis ended taking the chance and joined the group from that day forward, under the condition that they would try to find more about her origins and who was responsible for giving her that cursed eye.
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Weapons/Items:
Apophis' only noteworthy possession is a silver cross pendant that she had with her when she woke up on the facility. It has some initials engraved on it, but Apophis could never find out what it means.
Armor:
None.
Imperial Arms:
Eye of the Serpent Lord: This fake eye has a snake-like pupil and might look creepy, though normal at first sight. For the owners to have any benefits from its power, they have to sacrifice one of their own eyes. However, with great sacrifice comes great power, in form of a host of minor gifts that can be summed up in the phrase "The user becomes a human serpent".
Aside boosting the user's strength and toughness to the point were they are able to resist otherwise lethal wounds and rip their foe to shreds with their bare hands using the strength of the great constrictor snakes, the Eye also:
- Enhances the user's senses, including infrared vision;
- Gives the user an hypnotic gaze;
- Makes the user immune all but the most vicious poisons and toxins.
However, for all of it's seemingly great powers, the Eye also has a huge disadvantage, all of the user's bodily fluids become a powerful neurotoxin, capable of killing even the mightiest warriors with a small dose.
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Combat Specialty:
Melee/Assassination
Other Talents:
None.
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Other:
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7,175 | 202 | 9 | 619 | 2,638 | Sayuri yawned as she walked down the hallway through their base. She'd just woken up after a late night outing the day before. Looking out the window she noticed several others out in the garden. She recognized one of them as Natsuo. She knew the others but tended to stay by herself as she felt that she didn't belong. She didn't care much whether Salvation or the Revolutionary Army won as long as the current regime fell. Deciding to go down she took her time stretching her arms and back as she did nodding to those she passed. As she arrived she heard someone saying something about two being together and a confirmation from someone else. She waved at the others and smiled, "Hello everyone! how are you guys? Ready for the mission?" she created a knife and started spinning it in her hand. She had a hard time keeping her hands idle for long. Especially when she had a mission coming up. One of the reasons she liked cooking and sewing as they both kept her hands busy and her mind off the past. She turned to look at the sky, "Hopefully we all come back this time." | Name: Sayuri Takashi
Nickname/Alias:
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance: Sayuri looks like this except she wears black boots, black pants with a dark red flame design below the knee, a blood red sash-like belt, a white sleeveless shirt, and white cloth bandages around her hands and lower arm leaving her fingers exposed. She also wears a necklace with a dark red dragon head charm. Oh her back she has a huge X shaped scar with each line reaching from shoulder to hip and numerous smaller ones covering the back of her hands and forearms.
Personality: She is extremely laid back and carefree rarely taking anything seriously. While she is generally nice and approachable she actually has very little trust in people. She generally needs to have absolute trust in someone to consider them a friend but will make exceptions.
History/Bio: She was born and raised in a smallish village to the east. She was the village elders daughter. The village lived in peace with the empire since close to when it took over the country. The peace ended one day when the empire came and requested some of the men and women to enlist in the military. Originally they agreed and began negotiating actual numbers. The elder and official eventually got into an argument and the official left. Three weeks later the village was attacked and razed to the ground. The few survivors were captured and given to several political allies of the official. The only one he kept was Sayuri. Most of what happened to her is completely unknown even to her as she wiped most of the memories from her mind. She was kept prisoner for 4 years until she finally found her chance to escape. One of the guard was careless and left her bonds loose. She got herself free and was able to make her way to the officials office without being seen. When she arrived she found her villages treasure and her fathers necklace hung up like trophies on the wall. The treasure turned out to be an imperial arms. Killing him with it and escaping she lived on the run until she was found and recruited by Salvation.
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Weapons/Items:
Armor: Her clothes are made of a light metal alloy that offers protection from bladed weapons.
Imperial Arms: Dust Talon - It looks like a black metal magatama. . It generates a metal dust and allows the user to manipulate and make several different kinds of bladed weapons from it. The list includes swords, spears, naginata, knives, and other similar weapons.
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Combat Specialty: Close to mid range combat. Specializes in any bladed weapons.
Other Talents: She is an amazing cook and can also sew extremely well. |
7,176 | 202 | 10 | 2,595 | 7,041 | It would seem I'm finished... Xerxes muttered to him as he walked over to the bell the hung outside of his window. The dark skinned man reached his scarred arm out and grabbed the rough made string attached to the bell and jerked it hard. Soon enough the sound reverberated through the iron and stone sanctuary of Salvation. Natsuo groaned to himself as he spied Nako walking over to him and he smiled up at her. "Ah there you are Nako!" Natsuo said with glee as he grinned with his teeth showing at her. Nako giggled and nodded at Natsuo her crimson hair flowing behind her as she and Natsuo took to themselves side by side as they walked towards the middle part of the sanctuary. Xerxes used the middle building as a way to make sure no one got lost when taking the corridors that spanned the rest of the monastery. Nako was getting a bit older than she'd like but that was simply a part of life. She was in her mid thirties now but still had a lot of life left in her. Natsuo respected her as much as anyone else here. She was one of the best tactical fighters here and no one could match her with a kusarigama. Natsuo loved his sword but he liked weapons that had more than one use. "Ah yes Natsuo so how's things going with you? Boring day but hopefully the big boss has contracts ready for us all. One more step towards the future and one more step to a better nation. Even if it is leaving a blood trail in it's wake. It's for the best." Nako said to Natsuo as usual she was perky and kind but blunt in letting her feelings on the matter stick out.
"I wouldn't worry about it Nako, Xerxes probably has plenty of missions that need to be done. But for the moment we need to prepare for the big fish. So in keeping with that we can take out smaller fry and the like. But that's not to be saying it'll be a cake walk. One man can turn the tide of a battle. Just look at Night Raid or Esdeath. Those people and the general are all bonified badasses. No telling how many people like them are out there. Still can't say I really care. We're all too strong for them. Intel says Esdeath lost her entire god damn death squad. Poor woman...she'll take time to recuperate her losses." Natsuo exposited to Nako who nodded listening to Natsuo's words as the two of them entered the large pillar in the middle of the compound.
It was made of wood inside but the floor was stone and so were the stair ways. They were wood originally but Xerxes took on the pain staking job of making them into stone as to prevent a fire from burning down the whole damn thing. Nako was the first to go up the steps but was followed by Kotaro who eyes Natsuo with disinterest as Natsuo acknowledged him with a nod as the trio made their way upstairs. The first floor was storage and general purpose items. Along with a few spare guest rooms. On the second floor was an armory and some spare bedrooms to either side of the stair case. On the third was a planning room which was full of tables, and navigational equipment to plan out future big events. And finally they came to the big iron bolted doors that led to the top of the pillar and where Xerxes's office was. Natsuo couldn't tell you what was in there but he knew it was important if Xerxes kept it locked. Of course however the door was open as Xerxes was expecting his followers to come in. Nako entered and was followed by Kotaro and finally Natsuo. "Hello Xerxes you look well today sir." Nako said as the other two bowed to him by putting their right hand in a fist and putting their left hand on top of it then bending forward. It was an ancient greeting but it still was effective without showing submissive qualities to it. It was simply a show of respect. "Indeed it is Nako thank you for coming. Now we wait for the others though I believe the assignments today should hold even their bloody appetites. I've got assassinations and danger beasts that need to be dealt with as soon as possible." Xerxes saying as he sat down at his desk made of willow wood and adjusted his black cloak to fit behind him. He was wearing his cloak, his gauntlets made of flexible metal from a foreign land and a plain brown shirt and baggy pants. He looked like a hobo in Natsuo's opinion but Xerxes had explained to him in the past he wore it to show that even at the top looks did not mean everything and one should detach themselves from vanity. Hell he had even shaved his head bald but that was another personal choice. | Name: Natsuo Phoenix
Nickname/Alias: Silver Blade
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personality:
Though usually peace and calm are natural comments about Natsuo's personality it is merely something that scratches the surface of his personality. Natsuo is in earnest a unstable person who enjoys fighting and killing people. Not for sport but for the thrill of besting an opponent that others wouldn't ever dream of opposing. He almost sociopathic in his tendencies in a fight but also knows when it is best simply to kill an opponent. Though he doesn't like torturing his opponents he does enjoy messing around with people who aren't nearly on the same level as he is himself. He can be deceitful and a deviant liar whenever he fancies and has been called a habitual liar by some though he merely sees it as bending the truth.
In spite of this intense need for violence in his life Natsuo has a side to him that does enjoy talking and getting to know people on a deeper level. He enjoys spending time with others and naturally enjoys comedic situations. He fancies himself a master of sarcasm and is always the first one to try and get out a remark at someone's expense. He enjoys swimming and reading just as he enjoys practicing his swordsmanship. He loves dogs and other furry creatures to the extent where he wishes that he could own one but knows he couldn't properly take care of one if he did.
However it seems from his troubled history that Natsuo has a deep and well rooted distrust of people despite knowing them for extended periods of time. He refuses to comment why or change his ways and he will make it clear to people while they may be his friends or even allies they will never truly earn his trust. Trust and love itself have become a distorted emotion for Natsuo that he hardly feels anymore and refuses to try to understand it. He views women and relationships the same way a person would if they a shut in: a way to get out of loneliness. Though he doesn't view women as naturally inferior to men he does view with with some distrust more so than males.
Though he does not especially care for any material or financial reward he does like them and hardly refuses what he believes to be a fair reward that he believes won't comeback to haunt him. He has a deep dislike for drugs and alcohol and refuses to touch the stuff in general unless it comes in the form of medicine and even then he complains.
History/Bio:
Born in a fairly wealthy province in the center of the empire young Natsuo was the son of a minor noble and his mother was a born warrior. His father intended for Natsuo to be his heir as his older brother had been wounded badly in war. His mother on the other hand wanted someone to pass her knowledge down too and viewed her first born with some distaste after he came back crippled in the war. She wanted Natsuo to be the pride of her life and she intended for him to be like that one way or another.
Natsuo himself was a rather bright eyed child and was often walked around the village as a small child by his uncle Rin in an effort to show him the life outside of the castle however that would ultimately end up backfiring as Natsuo, despite his uncle's efforts, witnessed some unsavory events outside of the estate and would ultimately become worse for it. His father however would have him take courses on various political and economical subjects as well as acting/performing tutors in order to properly mold him into a great politician.
His mother however wouldn't allow him to take certain classes occasionally and often took him out at night in order to train him in the gardens in her own sword techniques. Her close friend Sanji would often also help out teaching him some of his own prized hand to hand and close combat styled fighting methods. While he liked his acting classes, Natsuo would often despise the political aspects of the others and would spend time with his mother more which greatly frustrated his father.
On a trip to The Capital he would meet and talk with a interesting individual who would befriend Natsuo and his father and come home with them. This man forged a weapon and mask made especially for Natsuo himself. Who this man was Natsuo was never told though the man was clearly powerful and strong and even his mother respected him. This man was brought here for security purposes according to his father and Natsuo would learn to idolize this man.
During his teenage years things would become more complicated as his older brother started to become more discontent with his current situation and he started to take out his frustrations on his younger brother however their mother put a stop to it quickly. His father however was seriously considering putting Natsuo's brother in charge instead due to the boy's odd tendencies and life choices so far in life. One fateful night Natsuo snuck out of his home and went off to meet a stranger in the middle of town whom he had saw earlier that day training in the woods when he and his mother went out earlier. Intending to see what type of moves the man had been practicing. However on the way there Natsuo ran into and had to fight off a group of thugs which he quickly dispatched only to find out his brother was plotting against him.
His uncle Rin showed up not long after and introduced Natsuo to the individual whom he had found out was a member of Salvation named Nako Homura. Nako stated that she was to take Natsuo away to train and become a part of a movement to take over the empire. Natsuo was confused at first but Rin told him that his father did this as he was a part of the movement and intended to use Salvation as a way to keep his heir safe from his treasonous older brother until the time was right. His mother didn't know however Rin said he'd explain it to her later. Natsuo agreed though hestitantly and left with Nako. Though he didn't train with Nako often, more often training with other members of Salvation, he quickly became infamous in the group for his talents and was given the nickname Silverblade after his beautifully made Katana.
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Weapons/Items: A long black hilted Steel Katana with a ruby pommel.
Armor: A White Jester's Mask made out of Stainless Steel made to fit him customly and an overlaying plate of steel that covers his chest and shoulders. He also wears black gloves with iron studs embedded in them and thick leather leggings.
Imperial Arms: None at the moment
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Combat Specialty: Close to Mid Range - Two Handed Swords Mastery
Adept at Daggers and hand to hand
Other Talents: Disguise, Voice Altering, and Hunting
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Other: |
7,177 | 202 | 11 | 2,487 | 9,781 | Hearing Yosuke’s outright calling of the two girls, a sly grin crept up onto Solanne’s face. She waited for Apophis to say her part before boldly proclaiming, “Aw, do you want some affection too Swordslicker? You know, you could have just asked. I’m sure I have room for you too,” she teased, clenching onto Apophis for dramatic effect.
Of course, if she was actually in a relationship with the snake-like girl was to be pondered for another day but she did enjoy fanning the flames of rumors. At that moment though, their fun and games came to a quick end as the Boss finally made himself known to all of Salvation’s tiny band of assassins. Solanne shifted away from Apophis to stand up and lean on the tree with arms crossed.
“Eh? Sounds like Word Weaver’s finally got some missions for us, y’know,” she said with a knowing chuckle, the prospect of fresh victims exciting to bear. Waving at both Apophis and Yosuke, the Crimson Hound made her way to the Boss’ location in the middle building. She then noticed Nako and Natsuo walking ahead of her and chose to take her time.
So when she finally arrived inside of the compound and into Xerxes’ office, the other two were already settled, along with Kotaru. Finding a convenient wall to lean on, Solanne crossed her arms and waited for the others. Then it was off to listening to what the big Boss had to say to them all. She made the effort of bowing to him first before letting him proceed onward. | Name: Solara Luxone
Age: 27
Alias: Crimson Hound
Personality: Bright, chipper, and just overall optimistic, if one were to call Solanne a tomboy, she’d jokingly pound them on the shoulder before saying that they weren’t doing her enough justice. Yeah, she’s one of those girls. To be fair though, her laid-back and happy persona is normally a fresh relief to all the other events going on. It usually takes something truly horrendous or traumatic to dampen Solanne burning spirit and joking nature. Did we mention the laid-back attitude? Yes? Good, then now you know that it also takes something incredibly dire for Solanne to be taken seriously.
Despite her initial cheery front though, she does admit that her life has been crappy so far with all the politics within the world. Only the most observant and perceptive can see through her idiotic grin. Because of her own past, Solanne is dead set determined to create a future where everyone can smile freely. As such, she is usually one to put everyone, friends and allies alike, above her own well-being, sometimes ranging to levels of naivety. She is fiercely loyal to those she wants to protect and will do just about anything for them.
Just don’t screw around with her trust. Unless you want a few teeth shaved off.
Background: Ironically enough, most people tend to think of the “Crimson Hound” as some sort of deranged killer bent on ending all life. People usually don’t think that maybe she earned the nick-name due to her unyielding loyalty? Oh well. That gets Solanne every time. Hailing from a distant nation from the west, Solara lost both her parents to bandits at a fairly early age and spent the remainder of her childhood being raised as an orphan.
Most children would have caved into depression at that age, but Solanne took her parent’s teachings by heart and desired to help out all that she could. Soon, she was everyone’s “big sister” at the orphanage before finally becoming old enough to wield a blade while also providing a steady income for the orphanage via bounty hunting or thievery. She still visits the orphanage from time to time, despite her many travels. However, danger was always near, and Solanne soon found a new reason to fight when going out to create her own journey.
Recently however, news of a group rivaling that of the infamous Night Raid caught the Crimson Hound’s attention. Certain events followed that led to Solanne becoming a member of the equally enigmatic and powerful Salvation. Wanting to put her thieving skills and reputation as a bounty hunter to good use, she eventually caught the eye of Salvation's leader, Xerxes. That was some time ago and now as a senior member of the group of assassins, the prospect of a free world seems ever closer more than ever.
Combat Speciality: Close to mid-range combat, brawling.
Skills:
- Reasonable knowledge of the world’s history
- Adept at sword combat
- Ability to summon a large, hound-like familiar through the usage of her Imperial Arm
Imperial Arms: A sword by the name of Duster. Its blade is composed entirely of hardened and purified flame and ash, sharpened to cut through a good majority of things. Solanne’s default weapon, it is also able to channel and release her fire magic to deadly proportions. Apart from generating and manipulating flames, from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Solanne can also use her Imperial Arm to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing more powerful flames.
Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation. That being said, rendering all of the moisture in the air is a deadly technique that is only be used as a last resort given that it affects the user just as much as the intended targets.
Armor: Metal boots along with a scorched gauntlet to assist in channeling her flames. |
7,178 | 202 | 12 | 2,595 | 7,041 | Ah so Solanne graces us with her presence. Tell me my dear girl how are you doing today? Xerxes inquires simply as Natsuo looked over to her and then back to Xerxes. The boss was a kind and respectful man but he wondered if being so casual around people like them was appropriate. Then against that's what separated him from the Imperial trash that clouded the Imperial Capital. The power of Xerxes was something foreign to him but just by looking at the way he carried himself told him that Xerxes knew a thing or two about how to hurt someone really really bad. "Where's the others...I got here from the gate in less time than it's taking them to walk up the stairs." Kotaro mumbled indignantly as Nako smiled at her compatriot and patted his shoulders. "Don't be so tense Kotaro my friend. They'll be here soon I'm sure enough. Besides you may be sent out with them so you really shouldn't bad talk them." Nako said as Kotaro grunted. "Fair enough." Kotaro said not feeling like dealing with Nako's nonsense. Natsuo simply giggled at two of them. His seniors were so talented...yet they were like a couple of cousins or old friends complaining about work. | Name: Natsuo Phoenix
Nickname/Alias: Silver Blade
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personality:
Though usually peace and calm are natural comments about Natsuo's personality it is merely something that scratches the surface of his personality. Natsuo is in earnest a unstable person who enjoys fighting and killing people. Not for sport but for the thrill of besting an opponent that others wouldn't ever dream of opposing. He almost sociopathic in his tendencies in a fight but also knows when it is best simply to kill an opponent. Though he doesn't like torturing his opponents he does enjoy messing around with people who aren't nearly on the same level as he is himself. He can be deceitful and a deviant liar whenever he fancies and has been called a habitual liar by some though he merely sees it as bending the truth.
In spite of this intense need for violence in his life Natsuo has a side to him that does enjoy talking and getting to know people on a deeper level. He enjoys spending time with others and naturally enjoys comedic situations. He fancies himself a master of sarcasm and is always the first one to try and get out a remark at someone's expense. He enjoys swimming and reading just as he enjoys practicing his swordsmanship. He loves dogs and other furry creatures to the extent where he wishes that he could own one but knows he couldn't properly take care of one if he did.
However it seems from his troubled history that Natsuo has a deep and well rooted distrust of people despite knowing them for extended periods of time. He refuses to comment why or change his ways and he will make it clear to people while they may be his friends or even allies they will never truly earn his trust. Trust and love itself have become a distorted emotion for Natsuo that he hardly feels anymore and refuses to try to understand it. He views women and relationships the same way a person would if they a shut in: a way to get out of loneliness. Though he doesn't view women as naturally inferior to men he does view with with some distrust more so than males.
Though he does not especially care for any material or financial reward he does like them and hardly refuses what he believes to be a fair reward that he believes won't comeback to haunt him. He has a deep dislike for drugs and alcohol and refuses to touch the stuff in general unless it comes in the form of medicine and even then he complains.
History/Bio:
Born in a fairly wealthy province in the center of the empire young Natsuo was the son of a minor noble and his mother was a born warrior. His father intended for Natsuo to be his heir as his older brother had been wounded badly in war. His mother on the other hand wanted someone to pass her knowledge down too and viewed her first born with some distaste after he came back crippled in the war. She wanted Natsuo to be the pride of her life and she intended for him to be like that one way or another.
Natsuo himself was a rather bright eyed child and was often walked around the village as a small child by his uncle Rin in an effort to show him the life outside of the castle however that would ultimately end up backfiring as Natsuo, despite his uncle's efforts, witnessed some unsavory events outside of the estate and would ultimately become worse for it. His father however would have him take courses on various political and economical subjects as well as acting/performing tutors in order to properly mold him into a great politician.
His mother however wouldn't allow him to take certain classes occasionally and often took him out at night in order to train him in the gardens in her own sword techniques. Her close friend Sanji would often also help out teaching him some of his own prized hand to hand and close combat styled fighting methods. While he liked his acting classes, Natsuo would often despise the political aspects of the others and would spend time with his mother more which greatly frustrated his father.
On a trip to The Capital he would meet and talk with a interesting individual who would befriend Natsuo and his father and come home with them. This man forged a weapon and mask made especially for Natsuo himself. Who this man was Natsuo was never told though the man was clearly powerful and strong and even his mother respected him. This man was brought here for security purposes according to his father and Natsuo would learn to idolize this man.
During his teenage years things would become more complicated as his older brother started to become more discontent with his current situation and he started to take out his frustrations on his younger brother however their mother put a stop to it quickly. His father however was seriously considering putting Natsuo's brother in charge instead due to the boy's odd tendencies and life choices so far in life. One fateful night Natsuo snuck out of his home and went off to meet a stranger in the middle of town whom he had saw earlier that day training in the woods when he and his mother went out earlier. Intending to see what type of moves the man had been practicing. However on the way there Natsuo ran into and had to fight off a group of thugs which he quickly dispatched only to find out his brother was plotting against him.
His uncle Rin showed up not long after and introduced Natsuo to the individual whom he had found out was a member of Salvation named Nako Homura. Nako stated that she was to take Natsuo away to train and become a part of a movement to take over the empire. Natsuo was confused at first but Rin told him that his father did this as he was a part of the movement and intended to use Salvation as a way to keep his heir safe from his treasonous older brother until the time was right. His mother didn't know however Rin said he'd explain it to her later. Natsuo agreed though hestitantly and left with Nako. Though he didn't train with Nako often, more often training with other members of Salvation, he quickly became infamous in the group for his talents and was given the nickname Silverblade after his beautifully made Katana.
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Weapons/Items: A long black hilted Steel Katana with a ruby pommel.
Armor: A White Jester's Mask made out of Stainless Steel made to fit him customly and an overlaying plate of steel that covers his chest and shoulders. He also wears black gloves with iron studs embedded in them and thick leather leggings.
Imperial Arms: None at the moment
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Combat Specialty: Close to Mid Range - Two Handed Swords Mastery
Adept at Daggers and hand to hand
Other Talents: Disguise, Voice Altering, and Hunting
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Other: |
7,179 | 202 | 13 | 2,531 | 418 | Yosuke smiled at the two girls as they gave a response. "Not this time. Maybe I'll join next time if you ask or if any of you two want to spend some time with just me I'm okay with that too." He gave a wink at the girls before he went to go see what kind of jobs Xerxes had for them. As Yosuke approached the others they would hear his bare feet padding right before he entered. "Hello everyone. Did I miss anything?" He leaned up against the wall and waited for Xerxes to start talking about the jobs available. | Name: Yosuke
Nickname/Alias:
Gender: Male
Age:20
(no wolf thing.)
Personality: Yosuke is a skilled fighter with a laid back attitude when he isn't fighting. He is always ready for a challenge and will do almost anything to get the job done. When he is not on a mission you can find him in one of a few spots. Hanging out on the roof reading, fighting danger beasts or eating something in the kitchen. He holds a deep seated hatred towards the Empire and at time can let his anger get the best of him when it comes to matters about them. Likes to hang out with Natsuo because of his personality.
History/Bio: Yosuke was born to a middle income family in the capitol. Growing up he showed interest in fighting and was trained by a teacher his parents hired to teach him. After his parents died he was taken in by his teacher and trained with him tell he was skilled enough to join the army. After some time in the army he saw how corrupt many of the soldiers were and learned his commanding officer had something to do with his parents deaths. Losing all hope he had in the Empire he went AWOL. He was then found by Natsuo and asked him to join Salvation. After joining Salvation he increased his training and worked hard to make a good impression on his new teammates. Yosuke ended up fighting his old commander on a mission and killed him. After the fight he took the commanders Imperial Arms for himself.
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Weapons/Items:
Armor: (See picture.)
Imperial Arms: Changeling. A sword that can change into other objects. (Axe, club, crowbar, ect)
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Combat Specialty: Close range.
Other Talents: Cooking and metal work.
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Other: Tho you wouldn't be able to tell by just being around him he is gay. |
7,180 | 202 | 14 | 1,278 | 8,084 | Apophis was shook of her slumber when Solanne got up and moved to the briefing meeting with the boss. She noticed that Yosuke was still there, but didn't paid him much mind until she finished stretching her whole body, finally feeling alive for the first time in the morning.
"If Sol said so, I would not complain about playing with you some day" Apophis said, before languidly scaling the stone steps of the stairway that led to Xerxes' sanctum.
When she arrived there, pretty much everyone was already reunited which wasn't exactly a problem in Apophis' view. "Hi, old man, and the others too..." Apophis said, trying to be polite, just before finding her own cozy bit of wall to lurch around in her usual coiled posture, licking her fingertips idly as she waited for Xerxes to go on. | Name:
Apophis
Nickname/Alias:
Snake of Paradise
Gender:
Female
Age:
26
Personality:
Creepy, is perhaps the first word to come to one's mind, when they think about Apophis and, actually, that's not a bad way to describe her.
Usually, Apophis keeps to herself, doing whatever is it that pleases her at the time. When she interacts with someone else, generally it's through ominous sounding phrases and meaningful glances.
Yet, there's something alluring, almost... erotic, about Apophis. Perhaps, it's her perky goth looks, her penetrating stare, or the way that she moves around (with that habit of licking her fingers the whole time), or perhaps, it's all of these things together that give Apophis the aura of ophidian danger and sexiness that she's better know by.
History/Bio:
The history of the being known as Apophis is shrouded in mystery. Pretty much nothing is known of her early childhood, considering that even Apophis can't remember said period.
Apophis' first real memory and the first known official register about her, is of waking up, dressed in hags, on a test facility covered from head to toes in the blood and gore of several corpses that were scattered around her. Furthermore, her right eye was missing and on its place laid the cursed relic that would give Apophis her name and infamous powers, the Eye of the Serpent Lord.
Without knowing who she was, who those people were and what their objective was, Apophis was left to roam the land, clinging to the only thing that she still had, her life. And she did so, with lethal consequences to those who threatened to take it from her, until she came across an attack party belonging to Salvation that, instead of trying to kill her for her unspeakable powers, took her in and offered the empty girl the chance to do something more of her life other than survive.
Apophis ended taking the chance and joined the group from that day forward, under the condition that they would try to find more about her origins and who was responsible for giving her that cursed eye.
•••
Weapons/Items:
Apophis' only noteworthy possession is a silver cross pendant that she had with her when she woke up on the facility. It has some initials engraved on it, but Apophis could never find out what it means.
Armor:
None.
Imperial Arms:
Eye of the Serpent Lord: This fake eye has a snake-like pupil and might look creepy, though normal at first sight. For the owners to have any benefits from its power, they have to sacrifice one of their own eyes. However, with great sacrifice comes great power, in form of a host of minor gifts that can be summed up in the phrase "The user becomes a human serpent".
Aside boosting the user's strength and toughness to the point were they are able to resist otherwise lethal wounds and rip their foe to shreds with their bare hands using the strength of the great constrictor snakes, the Eye also:
- Enhances the user's senses, including infrared vision;
- Gives the user an hypnotic gaze;
- Makes the user immune all but the most vicious poisons and toxins.
However, for all of it's seemingly great powers, the Eye also has a huge disadvantage, all of the user's bodily fluids become a powerful neurotoxin, capable of killing even the mightiest warriors with a small dose.
•••
Combat Specialty:
Melee/Assassination
Other Talents:
None.
•••
Other:
Theme |
7,181 | 202 | 15 | 2,595 | 7,041 | You should should respect to your commanding officer you two. Kotaro said flatly to all of his recently entered companions as Xerxes moved his hand into the air and stopped him from saying anything else. He needed no infighting between his subordinates. "Do I really look that old too you? I'm only forty one you know that's hardly anything worth calling old. All the same I do not expect yo1b1464u to call me master or my lord and I am not any of those things nobles like to cling too. Refer to me as you wish as long as it doesn't cross the line." Xerxes said calmly as he reached out to a scroll on his desk and pulled it out to it's full length. "I suppose I should not go to pleasantries to extend our time together. After all between all of you Nako is the only one I suspect would even bother with those. We've got a collection of missions we need to get done. As of now Esdeath's Death Squad is in fact dead. Sources inside the Imperial Court also inform me the Imperial Army is getting ready to attack Night Raid. Our contacts inside of the Revolutionary Army have no news for us regarding their current state at the moment. So we're going to need to get clever." Xerxes said as he got up and walked over to a map that was put up on the wall of The Empire and it's border states.
"Really we should be striking out as much as possible eliminating as many enemies without drawing suspicion to the idea of there being another group besides Night Raid. Of course Night Raid has declared that some assassinations were not theirs but the idiot minister doesn't believe them. There are some who suspect us still so caution but bold caution is required. Or am I wrong?" Natsuo asked as he looked at the map. Xerxes was putting up flags on the map a couple were around the capital. Another was up a bit further north. Some where nearby. And others were spread around seemingly at random. "We need to get the job done as efficiently as possible if we draw notice to us so be it. But people or animals need to die for us to move forward or our allies. Once the revolution starts it won't be for the people and it won't be glorious. It will be something brutal and something nasty. So while we should proceed with caution as Natsuo says I believe we should be bolder and get rid of our bigger enemies while still keeping up the shroud of working for Night Raid." Kotaro said as Xerxes finally spoke up.
"Take either approach we can afford to lose some of our secrecy but we can't afford to be too ambitious. Kotaro has the jest of it but for the moment let me explain what I'm sending you out too do today. I will allow you to pick the missions you desire today as I have our secondary outpost taking on another series of missions of their own. The first mission I must inform you of is one at the capital." Xerxes said as he tapped the Imperial Capital with his middle finger. "First off though I'd like to say before starting you can volunteer to join any of these missions. If you don't volunteer I will assign you one. So one of our targets is a whoring bastard named Daiki Asuka. He is a financial and political supporter of the minister. He is in the way of one of our supporters and he erodes our support at court. Once he is out of the way one of our friends will be able to advance further in the ranks hopefully. He is the son of former minister of internal affairs as well so he will be well guarded. He is hosting a decadent party that will host some other targets as well though they're optional. I will inform the people who are going there of the other targets. Daiki is a lover of women, drink, and he loves too draw art. He will be easy to take out once you get his attention. Getting into the party should be easy once you get to the capital. Our women should be easily able to get in one they catch his eye or one of his staff's. The males here could either hire themselves off as a body guard by applying as a mercenary at their front door though that'd probably won't work. Another option is to sneak in but that's dangerous. It may be possible to hire yourself on as the guard of a guest but that could be problematic. Above all you SHOULD NOT reveal your identity and hide yourself as much as possible. I don't need your faces on wanted posters." Xerxes said as he moved onto the one in the mountains.
"Reports say that a group of men supporting the Revolution have gathered in this old abandoned fort here. They will be threats for numerous reasons though their goal is to attack one of the empire's bases. The problem about that being it is commanded by one of our supporters. We will need to eliminate them and make it look like a bandit attack. Simple: Kill everyone. Leave no one alive. There's about forty of them there and they are commanded by a rather experienced ex-imperial officer named Kai. He was known as The Man of One Thousand Axes. He has no imperial arms though he has been known to be able to match some of the empire's finest in combat. There's a back entrance to the fort. A back entrance that leads into an escape tunnel leading into the fort. Or you could go through the gates and do it that way. Just be efficient. I have no other advice on the matter." Xerxes said as he moved onto the one nearby.
"Danger Beasts are making the roads unsafe for our caravans and merchants. We need to secure supply to our fort and keep the road safe. The Empire has turned a blind eye to it and we need to deal with it as soon as possible. I'd say it's probably a clan of A/B Class danger beasts. Dangerous but any of you should be able to handle it. Kotaro will be going on this mission by default. I doubt anyone of you has his tracking skills. What else do I need to say on the matter? Just get rid of them and if you find anything useful bring it back otherwise just come back alive." Xerxes said as he looked back to his group now and then breathed in slowly.
"I have other missions but I will wait to see if you can get these done first. The ones who will probably get done first is the danger beast group. Once they're done, if they get done, I will send them on another mission. Depending on how the others fair in their jobs then I will send them off on other missions as well. Any questions? I'm sure I left something out that at least one of you is worried about." | Name: Natsuo Phoenix
Nickname/Alias: Silver Blade
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personality:
Though usually peace and calm are natural comments about Natsuo's personality it is merely something that scratches the surface of his personality. Natsuo is in earnest a unstable person who enjoys fighting and killing people. Not for sport but for the thrill of besting an opponent that others wouldn't ever dream of opposing. He almost sociopathic in his tendencies in a fight but also knows when it is best simply to kill an opponent. Though he doesn't like torturing his opponents he does enjoy messing around with people who aren't nearly on the same level as he is himself. He can be deceitful and a deviant liar whenever he fancies and has been called a habitual liar by some though he merely sees it as bending the truth.
In spite of this intense need for violence in his life Natsuo has a side to him that does enjoy talking and getting to know people on a deeper level. He enjoys spending time with others and naturally enjoys comedic situations. He fancies himself a master of sarcasm and is always the first one to try and get out a remark at someone's expense. He enjoys swimming and reading just as he enjoys practicing his swordsmanship. He loves dogs and other furry creatures to the extent where he wishes that he could own one but knows he couldn't properly take care of one if he did.
However it seems from his troubled history that Natsuo has a deep and well rooted distrust of people despite knowing them for extended periods of time. He refuses to comment why or change his ways and he will make it clear to people while they may be his friends or even allies they will never truly earn his trust. Trust and love itself have become a distorted emotion for Natsuo that he hardly feels anymore and refuses to try to understand it. He views women and relationships the same way a person would if they a shut in: a way to get out of loneliness. Though he doesn't view women as naturally inferior to men he does view with with some distrust more so than males.
Though he does not especially care for any material or financial reward he does like them and hardly refuses what he believes to be a fair reward that he believes won't comeback to haunt him. He has a deep dislike for drugs and alcohol and refuses to touch the stuff in general unless it comes in the form of medicine and even then he complains.
History/Bio:
Born in a fairly wealthy province in the center of the empire young Natsuo was the son of a minor noble and his mother was a born warrior. His father intended for Natsuo to be his heir as his older brother had been wounded badly in war. His mother on the other hand wanted someone to pass her knowledge down too and viewed her first born with some distaste after he came back crippled in the war. She wanted Natsuo to be the pride of her life and she intended for him to be like that one way or another.
Natsuo himself was a rather bright eyed child and was often walked around the village as a small child by his uncle Rin in an effort to show him the life outside of the castle however that would ultimately end up backfiring as Natsuo, despite his uncle's efforts, witnessed some unsavory events outside of the estate and would ultimately become worse for it. His father however would have him take courses on various political and economical subjects as well as acting/performing tutors in order to properly mold him into a great politician.
His mother however wouldn't allow him to take certain classes occasionally and often took him out at night in order to train him in the gardens in her own sword techniques. Her close friend Sanji would often also help out teaching him some of his own prized hand to hand and close combat styled fighting methods. While he liked his acting classes, Natsuo would often despise the political aspects of the others and would spend time with his mother more which greatly frustrated his father.
On a trip to The Capital he would meet and talk with a interesting individual who would befriend Natsuo and his father and come home with them. This man forged a weapon and mask made especially for Natsuo himself. Who this man was Natsuo was never told though the man was clearly powerful and strong and even his mother respected him. This man was brought here for security purposes according to his father and Natsuo would learn to idolize this man.
During his teenage years things would become more complicated as his older brother started to become more discontent with his current situation and he started to take out his frustrations on his younger brother however their mother put a stop to it quickly. His father however was seriously considering putting Natsuo's brother in charge instead due to the boy's odd tendencies and life choices so far in life. One fateful night Natsuo snuck out of his home and went off to meet a stranger in the middle of town whom he had saw earlier that day training in the woods when he and his mother went out earlier. Intending to see what type of moves the man had been practicing. However on the way there Natsuo ran into and had to fight off a group of thugs which he quickly dispatched only to find out his brother was plotting against him.
His uncle Rin showed up not long after and introduced Natsuo to the individual whom he had found out was a member of Salvation named Nako Homura. Nako stated that she was to take Natsuo away to train and become a part of a movement to take over the empire. Natsuo was confused at first but Rin told him that his father did this as he was a part of the movement and intended to use Salvation as a way to keep his heir safe from his treasonous older brother until the time was right. His mother didn't know however Rin said he'd explain it to her later. Natsuo agreed though hestitantly and left with Nako. Though he didn't train with Nako often, more often training with other members of Salvation, he quickly became infamous in the group for his talents and was given the nickname Silverblade after his beautifully made Katana.
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Weapons/Items: A long black hilted Steel Katana with a ruby pommel.
Armor: A White Jester's Mask made out of Stainless Steel made to fit him customly and an overlaying plate of steel that covers his chest and shoulders. He also wears black gloves with iron studs embedded in them and thick leather leggings.
Imperial Arms: None at the moment
====
Combat Specialty: Close to Mid Range - Two Handed Swords Mastery
Adept at Daggers and hand to hand
Other Talents: Disguise, Voice Altering, and Hunting
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Other: |
7,182 | 202 | 16 | 1,278 | 8,084 | If this irritated you, old man, I can stop... but then, what would I call you? Apophis said, when Xerxes seemed to get enervated by her way of calling, even though she has done so for as much time as she has been with Salvation.
However, she remained quiet, as Xerxes explained the tasks that he needed to be taken care off. Only after he was done with with his speech, that Apophis raised her left hand, pointing to the mark over the Imperial Capital "I want to go to the capital, but I have never been there on my own, so I was thinking if Sol or Sayu would like to come with me? The old man said that it'll be easier if we go on this one, after all."
After expressing her interest, Apophis fell silent again, waiting for her... companions' answer while licking her fingertips as usual. | Name:
Apophis
Nickname/Alias:
Snake of Paradise
Gender:
Female
Age:
26
Personality:
Creepy, is perhaps the first word to come to one's mind, when they think about Apophis and, actually, that's not a bad way to describe her.
Usually, Apophis keeps to herself, doing whatever is it that pleases her at the time. When she interacts with someone else, generally it's through ominous sounding phrases and meaningful glances.
Yet, there's something alluring, almost... erotic, about Apophis. Perhaps, it's her perky goth looks, her penetrating stare, or the way that she moves around (with that habit of licking her fingers the whole time), or perhaps, it's all of these things together that give Apophis the aura of ophidian danger and sexiness that she's better know by.
History/Bio:
The history of the being known as Apophis is shrouded in mystery. Pretty much nothing is known of her early childhood, considering that even Apophis can't remember said period.
Apophis' first real memory and the first known official register about her, is of waking up, dressed in hags, on a test facility covered from head to toes in the blood and gore of several corpses that were scattered around her. Furthermore, her right eye was missing and on its place laid the cursed relic that would give Apophis her name and infamous powers, the Eye of the Serpent Lord.
Without knowing who she was, who those people were and what their objective was, Apophis was left to roam the land, clinging to the only thing that she still had, her life. And she did so, with lethal consequences to those who threatened to take it from her, until she came across an attack party belonging to Salvation that, instead of trying to kill her for her unspeakable powers, took her in and offered the empty girl the chance to do something more of her life other than survive.
Apophis ended taking the chance and joined the group from that day forward, under the condition that they would try to find more about her origins and who was responsible for giving her that cursed eye.
•••
Weapons/Items:
Apophis' only noteworthy possession is a silver cross pendant that she had with her when she woke up on the facility. It has some initials engraved on it, but Apophis could never find out what it means.
Armor:
None.
Imperial Arms:
Eye of the Serpent Lord: This fake eye has a snake-like pupil and might look creepy, though normal at first sight. For the owners to have any benefits from its power, they have to sacrifice one of their own eyes. However, with great sacrifice comes great power, in form of a host of minor gifts that can be summed up in the phrase "The user becomes a human serpent".
Aside boosting the user's strength and toughness to the point were they are able to resist otherwise lethal wounds and rip their foe to shreds with their bare hands using the strength of the great constrictor snakes, the Eye also:
- Enhances the user's senses, including infrared vision;
- Gives the user an hypnotic gaze;
- Makes the user immune all but the most vicious poisons and toxins.
However, for all of it's seemingly great powers, the Eye also has a huge disadvantage, all of the user's bodily fluids become a powerful neurotoxin, capable of killing even the mightiest warriors with a small dose.
•••
Combat Specialty:
Melee/Assassination
Other Talents:
None.
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Other:
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7,183 | 202 | 17 | 2,595 | 7,041 | You call me boss, sir, or Xerxes. That is what most people call me Apophis. I am not a man who is prone to anger or disdain over a simple name though so you do as you will. Xerxes simply answered as he considered the prospect of the three of them heading off together to the ball and then looked back at Apophis. "You and Solanne work together well enough though I feel Sayuri is ill prepared for the life in the capital. She would find it hard to get involved with the rituals and various things that revolve the place. I would feel Yosuke would be better off going there with you though that is up to the two of them." | Name: Natsuo Phoenix
Nickname/Alias: Silver Blade
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personality:
Though usually peace and calm are natural comments about Natsuo's personality it is merely something that scratches the surface of his personality. Natsuo is in earnest a unstable person who enjoys fighting and killing people. Not for sport but for the thrill of besting an opponent that others wouldn't ever dream of opposing. He almost sociopathic in his tendencies in a fight but also knows when it is best simply to kill an opponent. Though he doesn't like torturing his opponents he does enjoy messing around with people who aren't nearly on the same level as he is himself. He can be deceitful and a deviant liar whenever he fancies and has been called a habitual liar by some though he merely sees it as bending the truth.
In spite of this intense need for violence in his life Natsuo has a side to him that does enjoy talking and getting to know people on a deeper level. He enjoys spending time with others and naturally enjoys comedic situations. He fancies himself a master of sarcasm and is always the first one to try and get out a remark at someone's expense. He enjoys swimming and reading just as he enjoys practicing his swordsmanship. He loves dogs and other furry creatures to the extent where he wishes that he could own one but knows he couldn't properly take care of one if he did.
However it seems from his troubled history that Natsuo has a deep and well rooted distrust of people despite knowing them for extended periods of time. He refuses to comment why or change his ways and he will make it clear to people while they may be his friends or even allies they will never truly earn his trust. Trust and love itself have become a distorted emotion for Natsuo that he hardly feels anymore and refuses to try to understand it. He views women and relationships the same way a person would if they a shut in: a way to get out of loneliness. Though he doesn't view women as naturally inferior to men he does view with with some distrust more so than males.
Though he does not especially care for any material or financial reward he does like them and hardly refuses what he believes to be a fair reward that he believes won't comeback to haunt him. He has a deep dislike for drugs and alcohol and refuses to touch the stuff in general unless it comes in the form of medicine and even then he complains.
History/Bio:
Born in a fairly wealthy province in the center of the empire young Natsuo was the son of a minor noble and his mother was a born warrior. His father intended for Natsuo to be his heir as his older brother had been wounded badly in war. His mother on the other hand wanted someone to pass her knowledge down too and viewed her first born with some distaste after he came back crippled in the war. She wanted Natsuo to be the pride of her life and she intended for him to be like that one way or another.
Natsuo himself was a rather bright eyed child and was often walked around the village as a small child by his uncle Rin in an effort to show him the life outside of the castle however that would ultimately end up backfiring as Natsuo, despite his uncle's efforts, witnessed some unsavory events outside of the estate and would ultimately become worse for it. His father however would have him take courses on various political and economical subjects as well as acting/performing tutors in order to properly mold him into a great politician.
His mother however wouldn't allow him to take certain classes occasionally and often took him out at night in order to train him in the gardens in her own sword techniques. Her close friend Sanji would often also help out teaching him some of his own prized hand to hand and close combat styled fighting methods. While he liked his acting classes, Natsuo would often despise the political aspects of the others and would spend time with his mother more which greatly frustrated his father.
On a trip to The Capital he would meet and talk with a interesting individual who would befriend Natsuo and his father and come home with them. This man forged a weapon and mask made especially for Natsuo himself. Who this man was Natsuo was never told though the man was clearly powerful and strong and even his mother respected him. This man was brought here for security purposes according to his father and Natsuo would learn to idolize this man.
During his teenage years things would become more complicated as his older brother started to become more discontent with his current situation and he started to take out his frustrations on his younger brother however their mother put a stop to it quickly. His father however was seriously considering putting Natsuo's brother in charge instead due to the boy's odd tendencies and life choices so far in life. One fateful night Natsuo snuck out of his home and went off to meet a stranger in the middle of town whom he had saw earlier that day training in the woods when he and his mother went out earlier. Intending to see what type of moves the man had been practicing. However on the way there Natsuo ran into and had to fight off a group of thugs which he quickly dispatched only to find out his brother was plotting against him.
His uncle Rin showed up not long after and introduced Natsuo to the individual whom he had found out was a member of Salvation named Nako Homura. Nako stated that she was to take Natsuo away to train and become a part of a movement to take over the empire. Natsuo was confused at first but Rin told him that his father did this as he was a part of the movement and intended to use Salvation as a way to keep his heir safe from his treasonous older brother until the time was right. His mother didn't know however Rin said he'd explain it to her later. Natsuo agreed though hestitantly and left with Nako. Though he didn't train with Nako often, more often training with other members of Salvation, he quickly became infamous in the group for his talents and was given the nickname Silverblade after his beautifully made Katana.
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Weapons/Items: A long black hilted Steel Katana with a ruby pommel.
Armor: A White Jester's Mask made out of Stainless Steel made to fit him customly and an overlaying plate of steel that covers his chest and shoulders. He also wears black gloves with iron studs embedded in them and thick leather leggings.
Imperial Arms: None at the moment
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Combat Specialty: Close to Mid Range - Two Handed Swords Mastery
Adept at Daggers and hand to hand
Other Talents: Disguise, Voice Altering, and Hunting
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Other: |
7,184 | 202 | 18 | 2,487 | 9,781 | Solanne raised an eye at Apophis’ statement, keeping her place across the wall’s side. While she appreciated the other girl’s enthusiasm, she couldn’t help but feel she was being somewhat possessive of her. The snake-like girl did know Solanne was only joking, right?
“Hmm. Personally, I liked the mission with this so called Man of One Thousand Axes. Stealth and espionage just isn’t my thing, y’know? Besides, I get to crack of few skulls without holding back. That’s enough to get me excited,” she said, pounding her fists together and grinning darkly. | Name: Solara Luxone
Age: 27
Alias: Crimson Hound
Personality: Bright, chipper, and just overall optimistic, if one were to call Solanne a tomboy, she’d jokingly pound them on the shoulder before saying that they weren’t doing her enough justice. Yeah, she’s one of those girls. To be fair though, her laid-back and happy persona is normally a fresh relief to all the other events going on. It usually takes something truly horrendous or traumatic to dampen Solanne burning spirit and joking nature. Did we mention the laid-back attitude? Yes? Good, then now you know that it also takes something incredibly dire for Solanne to be taken seriously.
Despite her initial cheery front though, she does admit that her life has been crappy so far with all the politics within the world. Only the most observant and perceptive can see through her idiotic grin. Because of her own past, Solanne is dead set determined to create a future where everyone can smile freely. As such, she is usually one to put everyone, friends and allies alike, above her own well-being, sometimes ranging to levels of naivety. She is fiercely loyal to those she wants to protect and will do just about anything for them.
Just don’t screw around with her trust. Unless you want a few teeth shaved off.
Background: Ironically enough, most people tend to think of the “Crimson Hound” as some sort of deranged killer bent on ending all life. People usually don’t think that maybe she earned the nick-name due to her unyielding loyalty? Oh well. That gets Solanne every time. Hailing from a distant nation from the west, Solara lost both her parents to bandits at a fairly early age and spent the remainder of her childhood being raised as an orphan.
Most children would have caved into depression at that age, but Solanne took her parent’s teachings by heart and desired to help out all that she could. Soon, she was everyone’s “big sister” at the orphanage before finally becoming old enough to wield a blade while also providing a steady income for the orphanage via bounty hunting or thievery. She still visits the orphanage from time to time, despite her many travels. However, danger was always near, and Solanne soon found a new reason to fight when going out to create her own journey.
Recently however, news of a group rivaling that of the infamous Night Raid caught the Crimson Hound’s attention. Certain events followed that led to Solanne becoming a member of the equally enigmatic and powerful Salvation. Wanting to put her thieving skills and reputation as a bounty hunter to good use, she eventually caught the eye of Salvation's leader, Xerxes. That was some time ago and now as a senior member of the group of assassins, the prospect of a free world seems ever closer more than ever.
Combat Speciality: Close to mid-range combat, brawling.
Skills:
- Reasonable knowledge of the world’s history
- Adept at sword combat
- Ability to summon a large, hound-like familiar through the usage of her Imperial Arm
Imperial Arms: A sword by the name of Duster. Its blade is composed entirely of hardened and purified flame and ash, sharpened to cut through a good majority of things. Solanne’s default weapon, it is also able to channel and release her fire magic to deadly proportions. Apart from generating and manipulating flames, from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Solanne can also use her Imperial Arm to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing more powerful flames.
Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation. That being said, rendering all of the moisture in the air is a deadly technique that is only be used as a last resort given that it affects the user just as much as the intended targets.
Armor: Metal boots along with a scorched gauntlet to assist in channeling her flames. |
7,185 | 202 | 19 | 2,595 | 7,041 | I'd probably be more helpful with the fort as well but I may be needed to take on the danger beasts. Not to insult Kotaro but I don't think anyone should take on danger beasts by themselves. Because who the hell knows what happens with them. Natsuo said simply not really all too much caring about the situation as long as he got a mission to do he was happy. But there was a difference between going to a fort and hiking in the mountains to kill monsters. Imperial HQ needed to get their crap together if they couldn't go out and hunt down danger beasts. Natsuo was itching to put on his armor, his cloak, and his mask. It was not everyday he got to get in full battle gear. Even if his mask was uncomfortable it still did the job of shielding his face. | Name: Natsuo Phoenix
Nickname/Alias: Silver Blade
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personality:
Though usually peace and calm are natural comments about Natsuo's personality it is merely something that scratches the surface of his personality. Natsuo is in earnest a unstable person who enjoys fighting and killing people. Not for sport but for the thrill of besting an opponent that others wouldn't ever dream of opposing. He almost sociopathic in his tendencies in a fight but also knows when it is best simply to kill an opponent. Though he doesn't like torturing his opponents he does enjoy messing around with people who aren't nearly on the same level as he is himself. He can be deceitful and a deviant liar whenever he fancies and has been called a habitual liar by some though he merely sees it as bending the truth.
In spite of this intense need for violence in his life Natsuo has a side to him that does enjoy talking and getting to know people on a deeper level. He enjoys spending time with others and naturally enjoys comedic situations. He fancies himself a master of sarcasm and is always the first one to try and get out a remark at someone's expense. He enjoys swimming and reading just as he enjoys practicing his swordsmanship. He loves dogs and other furry creatures to the extent where he wishes that he could own one but knows he couldn't properly take care of one if he did.
However it seems from his troubled history that Natsuo has a deep and well rooted distrust of people despite knowing them for extended periods of time. He refuses to comment why or change his ways and he will make it clear to people while they may be his friends or even allies they will never truly earn his trust. Trust and love itself have become a distorted emotion for Natsuo that he hardly feels anymore and refuses to try to understand it. He views women and relationships the same way a person would if they a shut in: a way to get out of loneliness. Though he doesn't view women as naturally inferior to men he does view with with some distrust more so than males.
Though he does not especially care for any material or financial reward he does like them and hardly refuses what he believes to be a fair reward that he believes won't comeback to haunt him. He has a deep dislike for drugs and alcohol and refuses to touch the stuff in general unless it comes in the form of medicine and even then he complains.
History/Bio:
Born in a fairly wealthy province in the center of the empire young Natsuo was the son of a minor noble and his mother was a born warrior. His father intended for Natsuo to be his heir as his older brother had been wounded badly in war. His mother on the other hand wanted someone to pass her knowledge down too and viewed her first born with some distaste after he came back crippled in the war. She wanted Natsuo to be the pride of her life and she intended for him to be like that one way or another.
Natsuo himself was a rather bright eyed child and was often walked around the village as a small child by his uncle Rin in an effort to show him the life outside of the castle however that would ultimately end up backfiring as Natsuo, despite his uncle's efforts, witnessed some unsavory events outside of the estate and would ultimately become worse for it. His father however would have him take courses on various political and economical subjects as well as acting/performing tutors in order to properly mold him into a great politician.
His mother however wouldn't allow him to take certain classes occasionally and often took him out at night in order to train him in the gardens in her own sword techniques. Her close friend Sanji would often also help out teaching him some of his own prized hand to hand and close combat styled fighting methods. While he liked his acting classes, Natsuo would often despise the political aspects of the others and would spend time with his mother more which greatly frustrated his father.
On a trip to The Capital he would meet and talk with a interesting individual who would befriend Natsuo and his father and come home with them. This man forged a weapon and mask made especially for Natsuo himself. Who this man was Natsuo was never told though the man was clearly powerful and strong and even his mother respected him. This man was brought here for security purposes according to his father and Natsuo would learn to idolize this man.
During his teenage years things would become more complicated as his older brother started to become more discontent with his current situation and he started to take out his frustrations on his younger brother however their mother put a stop to it quickly. His father however was seriously considering putting Natsuo's brother in charge instead due to the boy's odd tendencies and life choices so far in life. One fateful night Natsuo snuck out of his home and went off to meet a stranger in the middle of town whom he had saw earlier that day training in the woods when he and his mother went out earlier. Intending to see what type of moves the man had been practicing. However on the way there Natsuo ran into and had to fight off a group of thugs which he quickly dispatched only to find out his brother was plotting against him.
His uncle Rin showed up not long after and introduced Natsuo to the individual whom he had found out was a member of Salvation named Nako Homura. Nako stated that she was to take Natsuo away to train and become a part of a movement to take over the empire. Natsuo was confused at first but Rin told him that his father did this as he was a part of the movement and intended to use Salvation as a way to keep his heir safe from his treasonous older brother until the time was right. His mother didn't know however Rin said he'd explain it to her later. Natsuo agreed though hestitantly and left with Nako. Though he didn't train with Nako often, more often training with other members of Salvation, he quickly became infamous in the group for his talents and was given the nickname Silverblade after his beautifully made Katana.
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Weapons/Items: A long black hilted Steel Katana with a ruby pommel.
Armor: A White Jester's Mask made out of Stainless Steel made to fit him customly and an overlaying plate of steel that covers his chest and shoulders. He also wears black gloves with iron studs embedded in them and thick leather leggings.
Imperial Arms: None at the moment
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Combat Specialty: Close to Mid Range - Two Handed Swords Mastery
Adept at Daggers and hand to hand
Other Talents: Disguise, Voice Altering, and Hunting
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Other: |
7,186 | 202 | 20 | 2,531 | 418 | Yosuke was still leaning against the wall as he listened to the jobs and what the others were thinking about doing. He wasn't sure going to the capitol was the best idea for him but if Xerxes thought he would be best he wasn't going to argue. "I can go to the capitol with Apophis-San. She would be the best to kill Daiki while I can provide the muscle if something goes wrong." Yosuke got off the wall and made his way over to Apophis. "Would that be ok with you?" | Name: Yosuke
Nickname/Alias:
Gender: Male
Age:20
(no wolf thing.)
Personality: Yosuke is a skilled fighter with a laid back attitude when he isn't fighting. He is always ready for a challenge and will do almost anything to get the job done. When he is not on a mission you can find him in one of a few spots. Hanging out on the roof reading, fighting danger beasts or eating something in the kitchen. He holds a deep seated hatred towards the Empire and at time can let his anger get the best of him when it comes to matters about them. Likes to hang out with Natsuo because of his personality.
History/Bio: Yosuke was born to a middle income family in the capitol. Growing up he showed interest in fighting and was trained by a teacher his parents hired to teach him. After his parents died he was taken in by his teacher and trained with him tell he was skilled enough to join the army. After some time in the army he saw how corrupt many of the soldiers were and learned his commanding officer had something to do with his parents deaths. Losing all hope he had in the Empire he went AWOL. He was then found by Natsuo and asked him to join Salvation. After joining Salvation he increased his training and worked hard to make a good impression on his new teammates. Yosuke ended up fighting his old commander on a mission and killed him. After the fight he took the commanders Imperial Arms for himself.
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Weapons/Items:
Armor: (See picture.)
Imperial Arms: Changeling. A sword that can change into other objects. (Axe, club, crowbar, ect)
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Combat Specialty: Close range.
Other Talents: Cooking and metal work.
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Other: Tho you wouldn't be able to tell by just being around him he is gay. |
7,187 | 202 | 21 | 619 | 2,638 | Sayuri though about the options. Xerxes was right about her fitting in in the capital. If it was the streetrats, thrives, and beggers she'd be fine but around nobles and such it would be hard. As for killing the Revolutionary army… She didn't like killing their members as she had no issue with them though the threat of an ally was something to think about. Then there was the danger beasts. The idea of bringing back freash meat and other useful materials was tempting. Besides she hadn't had a chance to work with Kotaro yet and was curious on what he could do. She turns to look at Xerxes, "I guess I'll help take care of the danger beasts. Hopefully bring some freash meat back and other supplies. Besides freash air suits me better than city air," she turns to Kotaro and nods at him, "I look forward to working with you." | Name: Sayuri Takashi
Nickname/Alias:
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance: Sayuri looks like this except she wears black boots, black pants with a dark red flame design below the knee, a blood red sash-like belt, a white sleeveless shirt, and white cloth bandages around her hands and lower arm leaving her fingers exposed. She also wears a necklace with a dark red dragon head charm. Oh her back she has a huge X shaped scar with each line reaching from shoulder to hip and numerous smaller ones covering the back of her hands and forearms.
Personality: She is extremely laid back and carefree rarely taking anything seriously. While she is generally nice and approachable she actually has very little trust in people. She generally needs to have absolute trust in someone to consider them a friend but will make exceptions.
History/Bio: She was born and raised in a smallish village to the east. She was the village elders daughter. The village lived in peace with the empire since close to when it took over the country. The peace ended one day when the empire came and requested some of the men and women to enlist in the military. Originally they agreed and began negotiating actual numbers. The elder and official eventually got into an argument and the official left. Three weeks later the village was attacked and razed to the ground. The few survivors were captured and given to several political allies of the official. The only one he kept was Sayuri. Most of what happened to her is completely unknown even to her as she wiped most of the memories from her mind. She was kept prisoner for 4 years until she finally found her chance to escape. One of the guard was careless and left her bonds loose. She got herself free and was able to make her way to the officials office without being seen. When she arrived she found her villages treasure and her fathers necklace hung up like trophies on the wall. The treasure turned out to be an imperial arms. Killing him with it and escaping she lived on the run until she was found and recruited by Salvation.
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Weapons/Items:
Armor: Her clothes are made of a light metal alloy that offers protection from bladed weapons.
Imperial Arms: Dust Talon - It looks like a black metal magatama. . It generates a metal dust and allows the user to manipulate and make several different kinds of bladed weapons from it. The list includes swords, spears, naginata, knives, and other similar weapons.
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Combat Specialty: Close to mid range combat. Specializes in any bladed weapons.
Other Talents: She is an amazing cook and can also sew extremely well. |
7,188 | 202 | 22 | 2,595 | 7,041 | Hmmm so the kid wants to come with the boys huh? Alright let's see how you do. If you fare well enough out there then I'll consider taking you on more missions. commented Kotaro as he looked at the young girl with his hardened eyes. He scanned the girl and wondered if she had it in her for a walk in the mountains on a witch hunt for beasts of nature that could kill a man easier than breath. Hell some breathed on people to kill them. Natsuo on the other hand walked up to Sayuri and smiled at her and offered his hand. "Well welcome to the beast hunt. Glad to have you along Sayuri." commented Natsuo with a big smile on his face. He really didn't care she was coming it was all the same too him though. If she proved inept then so be it. But she had an Imperial Arms that had to count for something. | Name: Natsuo Phoenix
Nickname/Alias: Silver Blade
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personality:
Though usually peace and calm are natural comments about Natsuo's personality it is merely something that scratches the surface of his personality. Natsuo is in earnest a unstable person who enjoys fighting and killing people. Not for sport but for the thrill of besting an opponent that others wouldn't ever dream of opposing. He almost sociopathic in his tendencies in a fight but also knows when it is best simply to kill an opponent. Though he doesn't like torturing his opponents he does enjoy messing around with people who aren't nearly on the same level as he is himself. He can be deceitful and a deviant liar whenever he fancies and has been called a habitual liar by some though he merely sees it as bending the truth.
In spite of this intense need for violence in his life Natsuo has a side to him that does enjoy talking and getting to know people on a deeper level. He enjoys spending time with others and naturally enjoys comedic situations. He fancies himself a master of sarcasm and is always the first one to try and get out a remark at someone's expense. He enjoys swimming and reading just as he enjoys practicing his swordsmanship. He loves dogs and other furry creatures to the extent where he wishes that he could own one but knows he couldn't properly take care of one if he did.
However it seems from his troubled history that Natsuo has a deep and well rooted distrust of people despite knowing them for extended periods of time. He refuses to comment why or change his ways and he will make it clear to people while they may be his friends or even allies they will never truly earn his trust. Trust and love itself have become a distorted emotion for Natsuo that he hardly feels anymore and refuses to try to understand it. He views women and relationships the same way a person would if they a shut in: a way to get out of loneliness. Though he doesn't view women as naturally inferior to men he does view with with some distrust more so than males.
Though he does not especially care for any material or financial reward he does like them and hardly refuses what he believes to be a fair reward that he believes won't comeback to haunt him. He has a deep dislike for drugs and alcohol and refuses to touch the stuff in general unless it comes in the form of medicine and even then he complains.
History/Bio:
Born in a fairly wealthy province in the center of the empire young Natsuo was the son of a minor noble and his mother was a born warrior. His father intended for Natsuo to be his heir as his older brother had been wounded badly in war. His mother on the other hand wanted someone to pass her knowledge down too and viewed her first born with some distaste after he came back crippled in the war. She wanted Natsuo to be the pride of her life and she intended for him to be like that one way or another.
Natsuo himself was a rather bright eyed child and was often walked around the village as a small child by his uncle Rin in an effort to show him the life outside of the castle however that would ultimately end up backfiring as Natsuo, despite his uncle's efforts, witnessed some unsavory events outside of the estate and would ultimately become worse for it. His father however would have him take courses on various political and economical subjects as well as acting/performing tutors in order to properly mold him into a great politician.
His mother however wouldn't allow him to take certain classes occasionally and often took him out at night in order to train him in the gardens in her own sword techniques. Her close friend Sanji would often also help out teaching him some of his own prized hand to hand and close combat styled fighting methods. While he liked his acting classes, Natsuo would often despise the political aspects of the others and would spend time with his mother more which greatly frustrated his father.
On a trip to The Capital he would meet and talk with a interesting individual who would befriend Natsuo and his father and come home with them. This man forged a weapon and mask made especially for Natsuo himself. Who this man was Natsuo was never told though the man was clearly powerful and strong and even his mother respected him. This man was brought here for security purposes according to his father and Natsuo would learn to idolize this man.
During his teenage years things would become more complicated as his older brother started to become more discontent with his current situation and he started to take out his frustrations on his younger brother however their mother put a stop to it quickly. His father however was seriously considering putting Natsuo's brother in charge instead due to the boy's odd tendencies and life choices so far in life. One fateful night Natsuo snuck out of his home and went off to meet a stranger in the middle of town whom he had saw earlier that day training in the woods when he and his mother went out earlier. Intending to see what type of moves the man had been practicing. However on the way there Natsuo ran into and had to fight off a group of thugs which he quickly dispatched only to find out his brother was plotting against him.
His uncle Rin showed up not long after and introduced Natsuo to the individual whom he had found out was a member of Salvation named Nako Homura. Nako stated that she was to take Natsuo away to train and become a part of a movement to take over the empire. Natsuo was confused at first but Rin told him that his father did this as he was a part of the movement and intended to use Salvation as a way to keep his heir safe from his treasonous older brother until the time was right. His mother didn't know however Rin said he'd explain it to her later. Natsuo agreed though hestitantly and left with Nako. Though he didn't train with Nako often, more often training with other members of Salvation, he quickly became infamous in the group for his talents and was given the nickname Silverblade after his beautifully made Katana.
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Weapons/Items: A long black hilted Steel Katana with a ruby pommel.
Armor: A White Jester's Mask made out of Stainless Steel made to fit him customly and an overlaying plate of steel that covers his chest and shoulders. He also wears black gloves with iron studs embedded in them and thick leather leggings.
Imperial Arms: None at the moment
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Combat Specialty: Close to Mid Range - Two Handed Swords Mastery
Adept at Daggers and hand to hand
Other Talents: Disguise, Voice Altering, and Hunting
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Other: |
7,189 | 202 | 23 | 1,278 | 8,084 | Aw, I really wanted to see how Sol would look like in a dress. Apophis looked really disappointed when she was rejected, before long, turning to Yosuke and saying "Well, I guess that it's only Suke and I now, so let's try to make it fun."
After this, Apophis turned to Xerxes and asked "Is there anything else, old man?" and to Solanne and everyone else "See you, Sol, and the others." before finally heading for the door, if no one else had anything to say, beckoning Yosuke to follow her on their assassination trip. | Name:
Apophis
Nickname/Alias:
Snake of Paradise
Gender:
Female
Age:
26
Personality:
Creepy, is perhaps the first word to come to one's mind, when they think about Apophis and, actually, that's not a bad way to describe her.
Usually, Apophis keeps to herself, doing whatever is it that pleases her at the time. When she interacts with someone else, generally it's through ominous sounding phrases and meaningful glances.
Yet, there's something alluring, almost... erotic, about Apophis. Perhaps, it's her perky goth looks, her penetrating stare, or the way that she moves around (with that habit of licking her fingers the whole time), or perhaps, it's all of these things together that give Apophis the aura of ophidian danger and sexiness that she's better know by.
History/Bio:
The history of the being known as Apophis is shrouded in mystery. Pretty much nothing is known of her early childhood, considering that even Apophis can't remember said period.
Apophis' first real memory and the first known official register about her, is of waking up, dressed in hags, on a test facility covered from head to toes in the blood and gore of several corpses that were scattered around her. Furthermore, her right eye was missing and on its place laid the cursed relic that would give Apophis her name and infamous powers, the Eye of the Serpent Lord.
Without knowing who she was, who those people were and what their objective was, Apophis was left to roam the land, clinging to the only thing that she still had, her life. And she did so, with lethal consequences to those who threatened to take it from her, until she came across an attack party belonging to Salvation that, instead of trying to kill her for her unspeakable powers, took her in and offered the empty girl the chance to do something more of her life other than survive.
Apophis ended taking the chance and joined the group from that day forward, under the condition that they would try to find more about her origins and who was responsible for giving her that cursed eye.
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Weapons/Items:
Apophis' only noteworthy possession is a silver cross pendant that she had with her when she woke up on the facility. It has some initials engraved on it, but Apophis could never find out what it means.
Armor:
None.
Imperial Arms:
Eye of the Serpent Lord: This fake eye has a snake-like pupil and might look creepy, though normal at first sight. For the owners to have any benefits from its power, they have to sacrifice one of their own eyes. However, with great sacrifice comes great power, in form of a host of minor gifts that can be summed up in the phrase "The user becomes a human serpent".
Aside boosting the user's strength and toughness to the point were they are able to resist otherwise lethal wounds and rip their foe to shreds with their bare hands using the strength of the great constrictor snakes, the Eye also:
- Enhances the user's senses, including infrared vision;
- Gives the user an hypnotic gaze;
- Makes the user immune all but the most vicious poisons and toxins.
However, for all of it's seemingly great powers, the Eye also has a huge disadvantage, all of the user's bodily fluids become a powerful neurotoxin, capable of killing even the mightiest warriors with a small dose.
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Combat Specialty:
Melee/Assassination
Other Talents:
None.
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Other:
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7,190 | 202 | 24 | 2,595 | 7,041 | I can always talk more about anything Apophis but I have informats in the capital that you can go too. If you wish for the list of them I will tell you a few of them personally. However you must not drag them into things unless you must. Going to the ball will be easy getting out after you get done your business with Daiki will be harder now go and do as you will. Does anyone have any questions on their assignments? asked Xerxes as Natsuo shook his head and Kotaro remained silent. Solanne cant' go alone so I volunteer to help her at the fort. I have no special fondness for the rebels though I must admit killing them will be less meaningful to me than Imperials. Still for the good of the Empire's Salvation I will do what I must." Nako said as she turned to Solanne. "That is acceptable yes?" | Name: Natsuo Phoenix
Nickname/Alias: Silver Blade
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personality:
Though usually peace and calm are natural comments about Natsuo's personality it is merely something that scratches the surface of his personality. Natsuo is in earnest a unstable person who enjoys fighting and killing people. Not for sport but for the thrill of besting an opponent that others wouldn't ever dream of opposing. He almost sociopathic in his tendencies in a fight but also knows when it is best simply to kill an opponent. Though he doesn't like torturing his opponents he does enjoy messing around with people who aren't nearly on the same level as he is himself. He can be deceitful and a deviant liar whenever he fancies and has been called a habitual liar by some though he merely sees it as bending the truth.
In spite of this intense need for violence in his life Natsuo has a side to him that does enjoy talking and getting to know people on a deeper level. He enjoys spending time with others and naturally enjoys comedic situations. He fancies himself a master of sarcasm and is always the first one to try and get out a remark at someone's expense. He enjoys swimming and reading just as he enjoys practicing his swordsmanship. He loves dogs and other furry creatures to the extent where he wishes that he could own one but knows he couldn't properly take care of one if he did.
However it seems from his troubled history that Natsuo has a deep and well rooted distrust of people despite knowing them for extended periods of time. He refuses to comment why or change his ways and he will make it clear to people while they may be his friends or even allies they will never truly earn his trust. Trust and love itself have become a distorted emotion for Natsuo that he hardly feels anymore and refuses to try to understand it. He views women and relationships the same way a person would if they a shut in: a way to get out of loneliness. Though he doesn't view women as naturally inferior to men he does view with with some distrust more so than males.
Though he does not especially care for any material or financial reward he does like them and hardly refuses what he believes to be a fair reward that he believes won't comeback to haunt him. He has a deep dislike for drugs and alcohol and refuses to touch the stuff in general unless it comes in the form of medicine and even then he complains.
History/Bio:
Born in a fairly wealthy province in the center of the empire young Natsuo was the son of a minor noble and his mother was a born warrior. His father intended for Natsuo to be his heir as his older brother had been wounded badly in war. His mother on the other hand wanted someone to pass her knowledge down too and viewed her first born with some distaste after he came back crippled in the war. She wanted Natsuo to be the pride of her life and she intended for him to be like that one way or another.
Natsuo himself was a rather bright eyed child and was often walked around the village as a small child by his uncle Rin in an effort to show him the life outside of the castle however that would ultimately end up backfiring as Natsuo, despite his uncle's efforts, witnessed some unsavory events outside of the estate and would ultimately become worse for it. His father however would have him take courses on various political and economical subjects as well as acting/performing tutors in order to properly mold him into a great politician.
His mother however wouldn't allow him to take certain classes occasionally and often took him out at night in order to train him in the gardens in her own sword techniques. Her close friend Sanji would often also help out teaching him some of his own prized hand to hand and close combat styled fighting methods. While he liked his acting classes, Natsuo would often despise the political aspects of the others and would spend time with his mother more which greatly frustrated his father.
On a trip to The Capital he would meet and talk with a interesting individual who would befriend Natsuo and his father and come home with them. This man forged a weapon and mask made especially for Natsuo himself. Who this man was Natsuo was never told though the man was clearly powerful and strong and even his mother respected him. This man was brought here for security purposes according to his father and Natsuo would learn to idolize this man.
During his teenage years things would become more complicated as his older brother started to become more discontent with his current situation and he started to take out his frustrations on his younger brother however their mother put a stop to it quickly. His father however was seriously considering putting Natsuo's brother in charge instead due to the boy's odd tendencies and life choices so far in life. One fateful night Natsuo snuck out of his home and went off to meet a stranger in the middle of town whom he had saw earlier that day training in the woods when he and his mother went out earlier. Intending to see what type of moves the man had been practicing. However on the way there Natsuo ran into and had to fight off a group of thugs which he quickly dispatched only to find out his brother was plotting against him.
His uncle Rin showed up not long after and introduced Natsuo to the individual whom he had found out was a member of Salvation named Nako Homura. Nako stated that she was to take Natsuo away to train and become a part of a movement to take over the empire. Natsuo was confused at first but Rin told him that his father did this as he was a part of the movement and intended to use Salvation as a way to keep his heir safe from his treasonous older brother until the time was right. His mother didn't know however Rin said he'd explain it to her later. Natsuo agreed though hestitantly and left with Nako. Though he didn't train with Nako often, more often training with other members of Salvation, he quickly became infamous in the group for his talents and was given the nickname Silverblade after his beautifully made Katana.
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Weapons/Items: A long black hilted Steel Katana with a ruby pommel.
Armor: A White Jester's Mask made out of Stainless Steel made to fit him customly and an overlaying plate of steel that covers his chest and shoulders. He also wears black gloves with iron studs embedded in them and thick leather leggings.
Imperial Arms: None at the moment
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Combat Specialty: Close to Mid Range - Two Handed Swords Mastery
Adept at Daggers and hand to hand
Other Talents: Disguise, Voice Altering, and Hunting
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Other: |
7,191 | 202 | 25 | 2,487 | 9,781 | Solanne grinned as she watched the others volunteer for their appropriate missions. Good. At least now they had a bit more variety among them and the missions would each be completed on time for Xerxes. The Crimson Hound glanced at Apophis and gave her a reassuring grin. Stealth just wasn’t her style and she wouldn’t risk compromising the mission just for her. Maye next time.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” she told Nako as the other woman stepped in to join her. “Besides, I can’t have all the fun in busting heads, y’know? And it’s not like we’re fighting one of Esdeath’s goons. Should be simple enough.”
That said, she waved Apophis’ group off along with the others before she cracked her knuckles and grinned. The prospect of bloodshed was calling her and she waited for Nako to proceed before moving off. Right then. Time to get things rolling. | Name: Solara Luxone
Age: 27
Alias: Crimson Hound
Personality: Bright, chipper, and just overall optimistic, if one were to call Solanne a tomboy, she’d jokingly pound them on the shoulder before saying that they weren’t doing her enough justice. Yeah, she’s one of those girls. To be fair though, her laid-back and happy persona is normally a fresh relief to all the other events going on. It usually takes something truly horrendous or traumatic to dampen Solanne burning spirit and joking nature. Did we mention the laid-back attitude? Yes? Good, then now you know that it also takes something incredibly dire for Solanne to be taken seriously.
Despite her initial cheery front though, she does admit that her life has been crappy so far with all the politics within the world. Only the most observant and perceptive can see through her idiotic grin. Because of her own past, Solanne is dead set determined to create a future where everyone can smile freely. As such, she is usually one to put everyone, friends and allies alike, above her own well-being, sometimes ranging to levels of naivety. She is fiercely loyal to those she wants to protect and will do just about anything for them.
Just don’t screw around with her trust. Unless you want a few teeth shaved off.
Background: Ironically enough, most people tend to think of the “Crimson Hound” as some sort of deranged killer bent on ending all life. People usually don’t think that maybe she earned the nick-name due to her unyielding loyalty? Oh well. That gets Solanne every time. Hailing from a distant nation from the west, Solara lost both her parents to bandits at a fairly early age and spent the remainder of her childhood being raised as an orphan.
Most children would have caved into depression at that age, but Solanne took her parent’s teachings by heart and desired to help out all that she could. Soon, she was everyone’s “big sister” at the orphanage before finally becoming old enough to wield a blade while also providing a steady income for the orphanage via bounty hunting or thievery. She still visits the orphanage from time to time, despite her many travels. However, danger was always near, and Solanne soon found a new reason to fight when going out to create her own journey.
Recently however, news of a group rivaling that of the infamous Night Raid caught the Crimson Hound’s attention. Certain events followed that led to Solanne becoming a member of the equally enigmatic and powerful Salvation. Wanting to put her thieving skills and reputation as a bounty hunter to good use, she eventually caught the eye of Salvation's leader, Xerxes. That was some time ago and now as a senior member of the group of assassins, the prospect of a free world seems ever closer more than ever.
Combat Speciality: Close to mid-range combat, brawling.
Skills:
- Reasonable knowledge of the world’s history
- Adept at sword combat
- Ability to summon a large, hound-like familiar through the usage of her Imperial Arm
Imperial Arms: A sword by the name of Duster. Its blade is composed entirely of hardened and purified flame and ash, sharpened to cut through a good majority of things. Solanne’s default weapon, it is also able to channel and release her fire magic to deadly proportions. Apart from generating and manipulating flames, from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Solanne can also use her Imperial Arm to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing more powerful flames.
Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation. That being said, rendering all of the moisture in the air is a deadly technique that is only be used as a last resort given that it affects the user just as much as the intended targets.
Armor: Metal boots along with a scorched gauntlet to assist in channeling her flames. |
7,192 | 202 | 26 | 619 | 2,638 | Sayuri returned Natsuo's handshake and smile, "No problem. The more the merrier especially when hunting danger beasts. Besides this isn't my first time facing some. Not neccesarily ones this strong but I have faced them before," she glares at Kotaro as he judges her, "And for your information I'm not a kid. I may have lost 4 years of my life to that bastard but I am 20. And I grew up in the forests and mountains. I may be a little bit out of practice in both fighting and being in the wilderness but I'll keep up."
She hated when people underestimated her simply for her appearance. Sure add several years of imprisonment and torture but still. Physically she was fine. No permanant damage other than scars. Her fathers weapons training hadn't worn off so she could still fight well she'd just needed a couple months of practice to get most of her skill back and even improve them. Though she still had no idea where she stood among Salvation.
Turning she started walking out creating a dagger to mess with as she walked, "We could probably get going if we wanna do it quickly." | Name: Sayuri Takashi
Nickname/Alias:
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance: Sayuri looks like this except she wears black boots, black pants with a dark red flame design below the knee, a blood red sash-like belt, a white sleeveless shirt, and white cloth bandages around her hands and lower arm leaving her fingers exposed. She also wears a necklace with a dark red dragon head charm. Oh her back she has a huge X shaped scar with each line reaching from shoulder to hip and numerous smaller ones covering the back of her hands and forearms.
Personality: She is extremely laid back and carefree rarely taking anything seriously. While she is generally nice and approachable she actually has very little trust in people. She generally needs to have absolute trust in someone to consider them a friend but will make exceptions.
History/Bio: She was born and raised in a smallish village to the east. She was the village elders daughter. The village lived in peace with the empire since close to when it took over the country. The peace ended one day when the empire came and requested some of the men and women to enlist in the military. Originally they agreed and began negotiating actual numbers. The elder and official eventually got into an argument and the official left. Three weeks later the village was attacked and razed to the ground. The few survivors were captured and given to several political allies of the official. The only one he kept was Sayuri. Most of what happened to her is completely unknown even to her as she wiped most of the memories from her mind. She was kept prisoner for 4 years until she finally found her chance to escape. One of the guard was careless and left her bonds loose. She got herself free and was able to make her way to the officials office without being seen. When she arrived she found her villages treasure and her fathers necklace hung up like trophies on the wall. The treasure turned out to be an imperial arms. Killing him with it and escaping she lived on the run until she was found and recruited by Salvation.
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Weapons/Items:
Armor: Her clothes are made of a light metal alloy that offers protection from bladed weapons.
Imperial Arms: Dust Talon - It looks like a black metal magatama. . It generates a metal dust and allows the user to manipulate and make several different kinds of bladed weapons from it. The list includes swords, spears, naginata, knives, and other similar weapons.
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Combat Specialty: Close to mid range combat. Specializes in any bladed weapons.
Other Talents: She is an amazing cook and can also sew extremely well. |
7,193 | 202 | 27 | 2,531 | 418 | Yosuke followed her out the in to the hall. "You head to the main gate and I will meet you there when I get my armor on." He ran off as fast as he could to his room. He opened his door and looked at his recently polished armor with pride. After getting it on he made his way to the main gate and if Apophis was there he would greet her. "Okay, I'm ready to go." | Name: Yosuke
Nickname/Alias:
Gender: Male
Age:20
(no wolf thing.)
Personality: Yosuke is a skilled fighter with a laid back attitude when he isn't fighting. He is always ready for a challenge and will do almost anything to get the job done. When he is not on a mission you can find him in one of a few spots. Hanging out on the roof reading, fighting danger beasts or eating something in the kitchen. He holds a deep seated hatred towards the Empire and at time can let his anger get the best of him when it comes to matters about them. Likes to hang out with Natsuo because of his personality.
History/Bio: Yosuke was born to a middle income family in the capitol. Growing up he showed interest in fighting and was trained by a teacher his parents hired to teach him. After his parents died he was taken in by his teacher and trained with him tell he was skilled enough to join the army. After some time in the army he saw how corrupt many of the soldiers were and learned his commanding officer had something to do with his parents deaths. Losing all hope he had in the Empire he went AWOL. He was then found by Natsuo and asked him to join Salvation. After joining Salvation he increased his training and worked hard to make a good impression on his new teammates. Yosuke ended up fighting his old commander on a mission and killed him. After the fight he took the commanders Imperial Arms for himself.
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Weapons/Items:
Armor: (See picture.)
Imperial Arms: Changeling. A sword that can change into other objects. (Axe, club, crowbar, ect)
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Combat Specialty: Close range.
Other Talents: Cooking and metal work.
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Other: Tho you wouldn't be able to tell by just being around him he is gay. |
7,194 | 202 | 28 | 2,595 | 7,041 | I'm going to get my mask and tracking gear. Kotaro simply stated as he bid farewell to his partners and then bowed to Xerxes once more before leaving. Natsuo stated he needed to get his armor, his mask, and his weapons. He bid farewell to his teammates and gave a over exaggerated bow to Xerxes. Nako said she'd meet Solanne in a bit but she was also in need of his weapons, armor, and protection gear.
Natsuo made his way to the armory and found his armor where he usually left it and put it on securely with the help of Nako who smiled at him and wished him good luck as he told her that he hoped she made it back in one piece. After doing that he left for his room as Nako went to find a wig to put on after she had grabbed a face mask that covered the lower part of her face. Natsuo whom had gone to his room found everything in order and went to his side table which held books, some handkerchiefs, glasses, face paint, and of course his prized mask. He grabbed the thing and smiled at it as he moved his hand over the smooth metal surface. It had two slits in the front of it for eye holes and a nose hole. It's mouth was also cut it too make it seem like it was constantly smiling in a mocking fashion. The eyes had two large painted stripes going down. One was purple the other one was green. It was a clown's mask to some people but for Natsuo it was a very important keep sake. It also kept his face safe in a fight. He put the straps on it securely around his face and slid it up so that the thing rested on his head and grabbed his white coat. He flung the thing around his armor and adjusted it. It wasn't anything special it was for style but it also gave him a certain look.
Of course this was probably going overboard but hey why not. If he had to get could get rid of it and get another. Then he went over to the desk he had for himself and grabbed the sword that rested between two holds and adjusted it so that it hung from his belt. Looking at himself in the mirror Natsuo nodded to himself and left but then rushed back and grabbed his daggers before moving out towards the gate. He found Kotaro there with his typical outfit, the brown coat/cloth(covering his mouth), guns, and relatively well worn clothes, with some additions of some various forms of tracking equipment and molds. He also had a map in his hands he nodded at Natsuo as he arrived.
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Nako waited patiently for her partner to come and meet her outside by the front gate. Her hair had been tied back into a bun and she now had short cut black hair. She had her face protector in her backpack and her kusarigama was hung from her belt along with a various collection of knives and a short sword. She had a bow as well just to make sure everything was covered though she disliked using it because she had little practice with it. Better safe than sorry. | Name: Natsuo Phoenix
Nickname/Alias: Silver Blade
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personality:
Though usually peace and calm are natural comments about Natsuo's personality it is merely something that scratches the surface of his personality. Natsuo is in earnest a unstable person who enjoys fighting and killing people. Not for sport but for the thrill of besting an opponent that others wouldn't ever dream of opposing. He almost sociopathic in his tendencies in a fight but also knows when it is best simply to kill an opponent. Though he doesn't like torturing his opponents he does enjoy messing around with people who aren't nearly on the same level as he is himself. He can be deceitful and a deviant liar whenever he fancies and has been called a habitual liar by some though he merely sees it as bending the truth.
In spite of this intense need for violence in his life Natsuo has a side to him that does enjoy talking and getting to know people on a deeper level. He enjoys spending time with others and naturally enjoys comedic situations. He fancies himself a master of sarcasm and is always the first one to try and get out a remark at someone's expense. He enjoys swimming and reading just as he enjoys practicing his swordsmanship. He loves dogs and other furry creatures to the extent where he wishes that he could own one but knows he couldn't properly take care of one if he did.
However it seems from his troubled history that Natsuo has a deep and well rooted distrust of people despite knowing them for extended periods of time. He refuses to comment why or change his ways and he will make it clear to people while they may be his friends or even allies they will never truly earn his trust. Trust and love itself have become a distorted emotion for Natsuo that he hardly feels anymore and refuses to try to understand it. He views women and relationships the same way a person would if they a shut in: a way to get out of loneliness. Though he doesn't view women as naturally inferior to men he does view with with some distrust more so than males.
Though he does not especially care for any material or financial reward he does like them and hardly refuses what he believes to be a fair reward that he believes won't comeback to haunt him. He has a deep dislike for drugs and alcohol and refuses to touch the stuff in general unless it comes in the form of medicine and even then he complains.
History/Bio:
Born in a fairly wealthy province in the center of the empire young Natsuo was the son of a minor noble and his mother was a born warrior. His father intended for Natsuo to be his heir as his older brother had been wounded badly in war. His mother on the other hand wanted someone to pass her knowledge down too and viewed her first born with some distaste after he came back crippled in the war. She wanted Natsuo to be the pride of her life and she intended for him to be like that one way or another.
Natsuo himself was a rather bright eyed child and was often walked around the village as a small child by his uncle Rin in an effort to show him the life outside of the castle however that would ultimately end up backfiring as Natsuo, despite his uncle's efforts, witnessed some unsavory events outside of the estate and would ultimately become worse for it. His father however would have him take courses on various political and economical subjects as well as acting/performing tutors in order to properly mold him into a great politician.
His mother however wouldn't allow him to take certain classes occasionally and often took him out at night in order to train him in the gardens in her own sword techniques. Her close friend Sanji would often also help out teaching him some of his own prized hand to hand and close combat styled fighting methods. While he liked his acting classes, Natsuo would often despise the political aspects of the others and would spend time with his mother more which greatly frustrated his father.
On a trip to The Capital he would meet and talk with a interesting individual who would befriend Natsuo and his father and come home with them. This man forged a weapon and mask made especially for Natsuo himself. Who this man was Natsuo was never told though the man was clearly powerful and strong and even his mother respected him. This man was brought here for security purposes according to his father and Natsuo would learn to idolize this man.
During his teenage years things would become more complicated as his older brother started to become more discontent with his current situation and he started to take out his frustrations on his younger brother however their mother put a stop to it quickly. His father however was seriously considering putting Natsuo's brother in charge instead due to the boy's odd tendencies and life choices so far in life. One fateful night Natsuo snuck out of his home and went off to meet a stranger in the middle of town whom he had saw earlier that day training in the woods when he and his mother went out earlier. Intending to see what type of moves the man had been practicing. However on the way there Natsuo ran into and had to fight off a group of thugs which he quickly dispatched only to find out his brother was plotting against him.
His uncle Rin showed up not long after and introduced Natsuo to the individual whom he had found out was a member of Salvation named Nako Homura. Nako stated that she was to take Natsuo away to train and become a part of a movement to take over the empire. Natsuo was confused at first but Rin told him that his father did this as he was a part of the movement and intended to use Salvation as a way to keep his heir safe from his treasonous older brother until the time was right. His mother didn't know however Rin said he'd explain it to her later. Natsuo agreed though hestitantly and left with Nako. Though he didn't train with Nako often, more often training with other members of Salvation, he quickly became infamous in the group for his talents and was given the nickname Silverblade after his beautifully made Katana.
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Weapons/Items: A long black hilted Steel Katana with a ruby pommel.
Armor: A White Jester's Mask made out of Stainless Steel made to fit him customly and an overlaying plate of steel that covers his chest and shoulders. He also wears black gloves with iron studs embedded in them and thick leather leggings.
Imperial Arms: None at the moment
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Combat Specialty: Close to Mid Range - Two Handed Swords Mastery
Adept at Daggers and hand to hand
Other Talents: Disguise, Voice Altering, and Hunting
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Other: |
7,195 | 202 | 29 | 2,487 | 9,781 | Solanne gave a farewell nod to the departing assassins, moving off on her own to get things ready on her end. Considering this was a mission in which all the targets were to be eliminated, she saw no use in bringing slow method makers such as poison or the like. Of course, they would also have to sneak into the establishment first.
With everything in check, the Crimson Hound twirled her Imperial Arm, placing it into the holster on her back, before meeting over with Nako. She noted the girl’s now black and short hair, raising an eye slightly. Right then. Time to carry onward with the mission. | Name: Solara Luxone
Age: 27
Alias: Crimson Hound
Personality: Bright, chipper, and just overall optimistic, if one were to call Solanne a tomboy, she’d jokingly pound them on the shoulder before saying that they weren’t doing her enough justice. Yeah, she’s one of those girls. To be fair though, her laid-back and happy persona is normally a fresh relief to all the other events going on. It usually takes something truly horrendous or traumatic to dampen Solanne burning spirit and joking nature. Did we mention the laid-back attitude? Yes? Good, then now you know that it also takes something incredibly dire for Solanne to be taken seriously.
Despite her initial cheery front though, she does admit that her life has been crappy so far with all the politics within the world. Only the most observant and perceptive can see through her idiotic grin. Because of her own past, Solanne is dead set determined to create a future where everyone can smile freely. As such, she is usually one to put everyone, friends and allies alike, above her own well-being, sometimes ranging to levels of naivety. She is fiercely loyal to those she wants to protect and will do just about anything for them.
Just don’t screw around with her trust. Unless you want a few teeth shaved off.
Background: Ironically enough, most people tend to think of the “Crimson Hound” as some sort of deranged killer bent on ending all life. People usually don’t think that maybe she earned the nick-name due to her unyielding loyalty? Oh well. That gets Solanne every time. Hailing from a distant nation from the west, Solara lost both her parents to bandits at a fairly early age and spent the remainder of her childhood being raised as an orphan.
Most children would have caved into depression at that age, but Solanne took her parent’s teachings by heart and desired to help out all that she could. Soon, she was everyone’s “big sister” at the orphanage before finally becoming old enough to wield a blade while also providing a steady income for the orphanage via bounty hunting or thievery. She still visits the orphanage from time to time, despite her many travels. However, danger was always near, and Solanne soon found a new reason to fight when going out to create her own journey.
Recently however, news of a group rivaling that of the infamous Night Raid caught the Crimson Hound’s attention. Certain events followed that led to Solanne becoming a member of the equally enigmatic and powerful Salvation. Wanting to put her thieving skills and reputation as a bounty hunter to good use, she eventually caught the eye of Salvation's leader, Xerxes. That was some time ago and now as a senior member of the group of assassins, the prospect of a free world seems ever closer more than ever.
Combat Speciality: Close to mid-range combat, brawling.
Skills:
- Reasonable knowledge of the world’s history
- Adept at sword combat
- Ability to summon a large, hound-like familiar through the usage of her Imperial Arm
Imperial Arms: A sword by the name of Duster. Its blade is composed entirely of hardened and purified flame and ash, sharpened to cut through a good majority of things. Solanne’s default weapon, it is also able to channel and release her fire magic to deadly proportions. Apart from generating and manipulating flames, from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Solanne can also use her Imperial Arm to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing more powerful flames.
Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation. That being said, rendering all of the moisture in the air is a deadly technique that is only be used as a last resort given that it affects the user just as much as the intended targets.
Armor: Metal boots along with a scorched gauntlet to assist in channeling her flames. |
7,196 | 202 | 30 | 2,595 | 7,041 | Group One - Two Days later Daytime Afternoon - Capital:
The Capital was bright and vibrant and full of life as the Emperor's castle loomed over them. There was the typical amount of peasants roaming about off to their jobs or pedaling wares. Luckily for the group at the capital, Yosuke and Apophis, even though they opted to not ask for his contacts list he had sent a messenger bird ahead to one of his contacts there and they had sought the two of them out. It was one of the clerks for a bank that then nobles went to frequently and he had taken them to his home. He had stated to them that 'he worked for the Salvation of the Empire' and that the man they were after was a true piece of scum. He had been racketeering and making profits off drugs that he sold to the poor at ridiculous prices preventing anyone from getting out of the slums. Worse yet he had been burning down offices under the guise of a street gang that had taken an anti-government stance. His name Daisuke and he was the typical looking banker with suit and all. "You two are lucky that...our friend had the foresight to call ahead to me you'd two would be lost without me. Did you even have a plan on how to get that fool's attention without knowing his sweet spots?" Daisuke grumbled to the duo as he led them along. He had stated they were free to leave his side if they chose to but he wouldn't take them back if they did so. He had done this out of his obligation to the organization. "Tell me what do you think of the capital? Nice looking place right? Wrong. You'll never find a more wretched hive of scum and fools. This place disgusts me." Daisuke grumbled to them as he pointed out a nearby young girl in the corner and told them that girl was a underage prostitute and that she was run by a pimp in the nobility. And then he pointed out Imperial Patrols in the corner talking to a merchant. He informed them the...glorious and precious Emperor's financial minister took 'taxes' from the merchants directly. "The Empire we once knew...it doesn't exist."
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Group Two - Two Days Later Late Afternoon near dusk - Near the Military Base:
After leaving the compound Sol and Nako had stumbled onto another member of Salvation on his way back from a mission. Klyde was a former Imperial Cadet whom had been recruited by another group of Salvation but had been assigned to their sanctuary instead. Nako had taken command of the group and had led them through the dense mountains where they came upon a summit that was heavily guarded. They had scaled a hill on the other part of the mountains. Nako had decided not to press her luck and advance forward. The guards wore common leather armor and looked relatively untrained. However if one of them got word out by a horn or something they'd be out of luck with stealth. Nako disliked luck and had found out the hard way it was an actual thing. Fate was such annoying mistress or master. "From what I see we won't make headway breaking through the gate. It's been reinforced since they got here. A frontal assault would be poorly executed and it'd be risky. Night is coming soon we should find that tunnel Xerxes told us about and do our best to make sure it isn't booby trapped. If we can't we need to quickly kill the guards on top of the guard towers and climb the walls. I brought a hook and some rope for that but I'd prefer not to use it. If we don't get up quick it will be pointless as they'll just drop a rock on our heads or push the hook off." Nako said as she scanned the fortress. The guards on the route up were chatting but the guards on top of the wall were stalwartly looking out. It was only because of a conveniently located small cave that the group had been able to keep from being noticed. They had found one of the exits on the way up to the base of the mountain they had climbed. "I hate fortresses...any other options i'm not thinking of?" Nako muttered grimly as she considered the odds of actually getting this done.
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Group Three - One Day Later - Forest - Tracking Danger Beasts:
Kotaro had taken Sayuri and Natsuo on one hell of a tracking spree as he had found large foot prints and blood trails that had allowed him to track the beast's habits and movements through the jungle. They were spastic and random as far he could tell and the fact that the beast moved around a lot would be a huge bother. However they had managed to find a recent trail that had led deeper into the forest. The trail was fresh and that meant they'd find the beast soon enough. "I hate these forests...watch the trees. Watch the ground. The smallest movement get ready for a danger beast. They could be anywhere and we're in a remote area. It's kill or be killed be as brutal as you need to be or be prepared to die." Kotaro said as he traced a faint sign of a trail dragging on the ground as his eyes darted back and forth occasionally. Natsuo groaned as he kicked a tree in boredom causing Kotaro berate him for making noise as Natsuo flatly apologized bored out of his mind. The hot, wet, and muddy forest had been successful in doing everything to ruin his mood and not give him any actual proof of danger beasts. Natsuo almost tripped into the mud when he foot got stuck in a sudden pot hole as he barely caught himself by grabbing onto an nearby low hanging tree branch. "Should've went to the fort...should've done anything but this mission." Natsuo said as Kotaro ignored his statement. | Name: Natsuo Phoenix
Nickname/Alias: Silver Blade
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personality:
Though usually peace and calm are natural comments about Natsuo's personality it is merely something that scratches the surface of his personality. Natsuo is in earnest a unstable person who enjoys fighting and killing people. Not for sport but for the thrill of besting an opponent that others wouldn't ever dream of opposing. He almost sociopathic in his tendencies in a fight but also knows when it is best simply to kill an opponent. Though he doesn't like torturing his opponents he does enjoy messing around with people who aren't nearly on the same level as he is himself. He can be deceitful and a deviant liar whenever he fancies and has been called a habitual liar by some though he merely sees it as bending the truth.
In spite of this intense need for violence in his life Natsuo has a side to him that does enjoy talking and getting to know people on a deeper level. He enjoys spending time with others and naturally enjoys comedic situations. He fancies himself a master of sarcasm and is always the first one to try and get out a remark at someone's expense. He enjoys swimming and reading just as he enjoys practicing his swordsmanship. He loves dogs and other furry creatures to the extent where he wishes that he could own one but knows he couldn't properly take care of one if he did.
However it seems from his troubled history that Natsuo has a deep and well rooted distrust of people despite knowing them for extended periods of time. He refuses to comment why or change his ways and he will make it clear to people while they may be his friends or even allies they will never truly earn his trust. Trust and love itself have become a distorted emotion for Natsuo that he hardly feels anymore and refuses to try to understand it. He views women and relationships the same way a person would if they a shut in: a way to get out of loneliness. Though he doesn't view women as naturally inferior to men he does view with with some distrust more so than males.
Though he does not especially care for any material or financial reward he does like them and hardly refuses what he believes to be a fair reward that he believes won't comeback to haunt him. He has a deep dislike for drugs and alcohol and refuses to touch the stuff in general unless it comes in the form of medicine and even then he complains.
History/Bio:
Born in a fairly wealthy province in the center of the empire young Natsuo was the son of a minor noble and his mother was a born warrior. His father intended for Natsuo to be his heir as his older brother had been wounded badly in war. His mother on the other hand wanted someone to pass her knowledge down too and viewed her first born with some distaste after he came back crippled in the war. She wanted Natsuo to be the pride of her life and she intended for him to be like that one way or another.
Natsuo himself was a rather bright eyed child and was often walked around the village as a small child by his uncle Rin in an effort to show him the life outside of the castle however that would ultimately end up backfiring as Natsuo, despite his uncle's efforts, witnessed some unsavory events outside of the estate and would ultimately become worse for it. His father however would have him take courses on various political and economical subjects as well as acting/performing tutors in order to properly mold him into a great politician.
His mother however wouldn't allow him to take certain classes occasionally and often took him out at night in order to train him in the gardens in her own sword techniques. Her close friend Sanji would often also help out teaching him some of his own prized hand to hand and close combat styled fighting methods. While he liked his acting classes, Natsuo would often despise the political aspects of the others and would spend time with his mother more which greatly frustrated his father.
On a trip to The Capital he would meet and talk with a interesting individual who would befriend Natsuo and his father and come home with them. This man forged a weapon and mask made especially for Natsuo himself. Who this man was Natsuo was never told though the man was clearly powerful and strong and even his mother respected him. This man was brought here for security purposes according to his father and Natsuo would learn to idolize this man.
During his teenage years things would become more complicated as his older brother started to become more discontent with his current situation and he started to take out his frustrations on his younger brother however their mother put a stop to it quickly. His father however was seriously considering putting Natsuo's brother in charge instead due to the boy's odd tendencies and life choices so far in life. One fateful night Natsuo snuck out of his home and went off to meet a stranger in the middle of town whom he had saw earlier that day training in the woods when he and his mother went out earlier. Intending to see what type of moves the man had been practicing. However on the way there Natsuo ran into and had to fight off a group of thugs which he quickly dispatched only to find out his brother was plotting against him.
His uncle Rin showed up not long after and introduced Natsuo to the individual whom he had found out was a member of Salvation named Nako Homura. Nako stated that she was to take Natsuo away to train and become a part of a movement to take over the empire. Natsuo was confused at first but Rin told him that his father did this as he was a part of the movement and intended to use Salvation as a way to keep his heir safe from his treasonous older brother until the time was right. His mother didn't know however Rin said he'd explain it to her later. Natsuo agreed though hestitantly and left with Nako. Though he didn't train with Nako often, more often training with other members of Salvation, he quickly became infamous in the group for his talents and was given the nickname Silverblade after his beautifully made Katana.
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Weapons/Items: A long black hilted Steel Katana with a ruby pommel.
Armor: A White Jester's Mask made out of Stainless Steel made to fit him customly and an overlaying plate of steel that covers his chest and shoulders. He also wears black gloves with iron studs embedded in them and thick leather leggings.
Imperial Arms: None at the moment
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Combat Specialty: Close to Mid Range - Two Handed Swords Mastery
Adept at Daggers and hand to hand
Other Talents: Disguise, Voice Altering, and Hunting
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Other: |
7,197 | 202 | 31 | 2,132 | 362 | Klyde made brisk grim strides as he returned from his assigned mission from before, it was a simple task that he completed with little effort. Though on his way back he bumped into Nako, and...Was her name Solanne? Pretty sure it's Solanne. Either way Nako asked him to come along and he accepted the offer. As they traversed he did converse a bit, giving greetings and some basic sharing of kindness. After two days they loomed near the base and Nako mulled over a lack of fortune in her eyes. He would simply follow their lead in this, if it were his choice he would find a way to knock that door down, and clear the place that way. Though Nako was clearly right, it was suicide, and he accepted that, though he had no regard for his own well-being. When she made mention of the tunnels he nodded in agreement and smiled. As he scanned the horizon he heard her comment on her dislike of fortresses, and he scoffed. "A fortress is much more fun." Was all he said, but it got the point that he loved fighting across loud and proud. Now he waited, waited for the moment o show that his two blades, will easily crush One Thousand Axes. Without one moment of legitimate trouble. | Name: Klyde Jensen
Alias: The Undying
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Personality:
Shattered is one good word to explain Klyde’s persona, The original man one could’ve met had in all essence died. The man left behind had nothing to lose, and no one to forgive. When one does find a way to get him to speak more than a few words at a time it should be taken as a unique occurrence, or a bad day for the one receiving his words. However. do not mistake this for being a hateful person, Klyde seems rather dark, but he does have a kind heart.
Klyde before:
Klyde After:
History/Bio: Klyde was honestly your average boy, born in an average family, in an average life in the capitol. His father was a smith, and his mother was a tailor, they made a fair living in the Capitol, when he came of age, he went straight to the military and signed up. He joined at 18 and quickly got to training with the rest of his unit. He excelled with bastard swords and two handed swords. Though it was clear, he had plenty of raw strength and talent to be honed into a great soldier. So his unit’s commander, after two Years of Klyde training, fighting and rising through the ranks of the unit, was placed under the commander’s personal tutelage, slowly shaping Klyde into a lethal swordsman, able to swing the largest of greatswords with hardly an effort. As time went on the two became a feared duo on the battlefield, slaying the Empire’s foes without fear.
Though nothing good lasts forever, as the saying goes. As the two grew more fearsome, some in the higher ranks feared them, and the risks they presented to the fat, rich and cowardly noblemen that helped line their pockets. So they sent them on a new ission, out in the middle of nowhere, and there they saw her...Esdeath in the flesh, was sent to kill the pair. They simply stared at her at first, unsure of why someone like her was here, that is, until she tried to kill them.
The fight ensued for as long as the duo could fight it, though she easily was able to whittle down and injure Klyde, and slowly, painfully kill his commander before him. This lit a burning ,searing rage accompanied by bloodlust, giving Klyde the strength to rise, badly wounded, and full of hate. With his damaged body and wheezing breaths to suck in air, he seemed almost dead. This made her...Smile at Klyde, in short complimenting his will, insulting his commander, and having the rest of his unit executed.
As his commander laid dying, Klyde was asked to take his Imperial Arms, and avenge the true worth of the Empire with it. The good that still remained, lived within Klyde, were the words that he parted from this life with. These are the words that motivate him to this day.
For a couple years he was a roving swordsman, killing bandits and those who harm the innocent wherever they may hide. No matter the number, he is their destruction, their undoing. To them, he was called The Undying, for no matter who he faced, nothing could kill the man so far.
Though, he did meet someone who piqued his curiosity, they didn't fight, but they spoke of a way to get his revenge, a group called Salvation. If this group helped him obtain his revenge on that harlot. He would do it, so he joined salvation and grew in strength and skill. He now had a goal, and ways to reach it.
Weapons: The greatsword he had eventually made himself over the years of service, whilst on leave, and his Commander’s Imperial Arms.
Imperial Arms: The Culling, a greatsword that gets deadlier and hits harder the longer you are in combat, at the cost of one's stamina.
Armor: Full-layered plate designed to allow freedom of movement and good protection, custom made for Klyde after the incident, also has his original military armor stashed somewhere safe.
Skills
Able to wield two greatswords in battle, and still move rather well.
Specialized in close to mid-range combat.
Is extremely resilient in combat, hard to stagger, and hard to stop.
Is capable of out dueling some of the strongest warriors with his homemade fighting style, which blends heavy overhead swings with other momentum building attacks. This style aims to make Klyde's offensive hard to stop, if not impossible. Where others are fast, Klyde is brutal.
Other Talents:
Is a decent smith, so most weapons and armor can be repaired with the right materials.
Has a knack for spotting an enemy's weak spot in a fight. |
7,198 | 202 | 32 | 2,595 | 7,041 | Whoever taught you about fun needs to change their definition of it. Nako grumbled chuckling to herself as she pulled out her bow from it's spot on her back and considered taking an arrow to snipe out the guards on the trail but decided against it. Too risky. They'll just have to die later. Shame these men weren't inherently bad men and were fighting for a, hopefully, good cause. All the same they threatened a contact that was valued enough for Xerxes to send out them to kill them. Or was it the One Thousand Axes man who was the cause behind that? At least they didn't send down Soul...he'd just break half the mountain in the process. Luckily Soul wasn't at Sanctuary and was running his own private missions off somewhere at his own pace. She pitied whoever he was after or whatever he was in conflict with. They were dead men walking if he hadn't already killed them. Luckily her younger cohorts didn't know about how terrifying the boss and Soul were just yet. "I hope we don't get caught by some sort of patrol, rebel or imperial, on the way there or worse yet a danger beast." Nako grumbled as she took one last look around the area finding nothing of particular interest though she did note that the hills down the left side, while sloped, were a possible escape route if they had to retreat. The right side was craggy and would cause them to hit a rock or fall off the mountain too quickly. The left had a somewhat smoother and more inclined slope. There were hopefully footholds they could use to get out but that would be last ditch effort. They would be better off breaking through the gate before attempting a possibly suicidal escape. | Name: Natsuo Phoenix
Nickname/Alias: Silver Blade
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personality:
Though usually peace and calm are natural comments about Natsuo's personality it is merely something that scratches the surface of his personality. Natsuo is in earnest a unstable person who enjoys fighting and killing people. Not for sport but for the thrill of besting an opponent that others wouldn't ever dream of opposing. He almost sociopathic in his tendencies in a fight but also knows when it is best simply to kill an opponent. Though he doesn't like torturing his opponents he does enjoy messing around with people who aren't nearly on the same level as he is himself. He can be deceitful and a deviant liar whenever he fancies and has been called a habitual liar by some though he merely sees it as bending the truth.
In spite of this intense need for violence in his life Natsuo has a side to him that does enjoy talking and getting to know people on a deeper level. He enjoys spending time with others and naturally enjoys comedic situations. He fancies himself a master of sarcasm and is always the first one to try and get out a remark at someone's expense. He enjoys swimming and reading just as he enjoys practicing his swordsmanship. He loves dogs and other furry creatures to the extent where he wishes that he could own one but knows he couldn't properly take care of one if he did.
However it seems from his troubled history that Natsuo has a deep and well rooted distrust of people despite knowing them for extended periods of time. He refuses to comment why or change his ways and he will make it clear to people while they may be his friends or even allies they will never truly earn his trust. Trust and love itself have become a distorted emotion for Natsuo that he hardly feels anymore and refuses to try to understand it. He views women and relationships the same way a person would if they a shut in: a way to get out of loneliness. Though he doesn't view women as naturally inferior to men he does view with with some distrust more so than males.
Though he does not especially care for any material or financial reward he does like them and hardly refuses what he believes to be a fair reward that he believes won't comeback to haunt him. He has a deep dislike for drugs and alcohol and refuses to touch the stuff in general unless it comes in the form of medicine and even then he complains.
History/Bio:
Born in a fairly wealthy province in the center of the empire young Natsuo was the son of a minor noble and his mother was a born warrior. His father intended for Natsuo to be his heir as his older brother had been wounded badly in war. His mother on the other hand wanted someone to pass her knowledge down too and viewed her first born with some distaste after he came back crippled in the war. She wanted Natsuo to be the pride of her life and she intended for him to be like that one way or another.
Natsuo himself was a rather bright eyed child and was often walked around the village as a small child by his uncle Rin in an effort to show him the life outside of the castle however that would ultimately end up backfiring as Natsuo, despite his uncle's efforts, witnessed some unsavory events outside of the estate and would ultimately become worse for it. His father however would have him take courses on various political and economical subjects as well as acting/performing tutors in order to properly mold him into a great politician.
His mother however wouldn't allow him to take certain classes occasionally and often took him out at night in order to train him in the gardens in her own sword techniques. Her close friend Sanji would often also help out teaching him some of his own prized hand to hand and close combat styled fighting methods. While he liked his acting classes, Natsuo would often despise the political aspects of the others and would spend time with his mother more which greatly frustrated his father.
On a trip to The Capital he would meet and talk with a interesting individual who would befriend Natsuo and his father and come home with them. This man forged a weapon and mask made especially for Natsuo himself. Who this man was Natsuo was never told though the man was clearly powerful and strong and even his mother respected him. This man was brought here for security purposes according to his father and Natsuo would learn to idolize this man.
During his teenage years things would become more complicated as his older brother started to become more discontent with his current situation and he started to take out his frustrations on his younger brother however their mother put a stop to it quickly. His father however was seriously considering putting Natsuo's brother in charge instead due to the boy's odd tendencies and life choices so far in life. One fateful night Natsuo snuck out of his home and went off to meet a stranger in the middle of town whom he had saw earlier that day training in the woods when he and his mother went out earlier. Intending to see what type of moves the man had been practicing. However on the way there Natsuo ran into and had to fight off a group of thugs which he quickly dispatched only to find out his brother was plotting against him.
His uncle Rin showed up not long after and introduced Natsuo to the individual whom he had found out was a member of Salvation named Nako Homura. Nako stated that she was to take Natsuo away to train and become a part of a movement to take over the empire. Natsuo was confused at first but Rin told him that his father did this as he was a part of the movement and intended to use Salvation as a way to keep his heir safe from his treasonous older brother until the time was right. His mother didn't know however Rin said he'd explain it to her later. Natsuo agreed though hestitantly and left with Nako. Though he didn't train with Nako often, more often training with other members of Salvation, he quickly became infamous in the group for his talents and was given the nickname Silverblade after his beautifully made Katana.
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Weapons/Items: A long black hilted Steel Katana with a ruby pommel.
Armor: A White Jester's Mask made out of Stainless Steel made to fit him customly and an overlaying plate of steel that covers his chest and shoulders. He also wears black gloves with iron studs embedded in them and thick leather leggings.
Imperial Arms: None at the moment
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Combat Specialty: Close to Mid Range - Two Handed Swords Mastery
Adept at Daggers and hand to hand
Other Talents: Disguise, Voice Altering, and Hunting
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Other: |
7,199 | 202 | 33 | 2,487 | 9,781 | The cover of darkness hid them well and Solanne was grateful that night had approached. Both she and Nako lay still as they scanned the fortress looming before them. It was doubtful their targets would spare little expense in keeping trespassers out. Frowning, she shook her head in response to her partner’s question, eyes narrowing as she made sense of their results.
“Not really, no. Our best bet is to probably take the subtle approach and that means using the tunnel old Word Weaver told us about,” she said, cracking her knuckles. “As much as I hate the scenic route, it’ll at least keep us alive a little while longer."
With a fiery grin, the Crimson Hound glanced over to the side and made contact with their newest recruit to the mission. A former Imperial Cadet was he? Things were getting more interesting.
“Yo Skull Grinder, you got any plans to offer up?” | Name: Solara Luxone
Age: 27
Alias: Crimson Hound
Personality: Bright, chipper, and just overall optimistic, if one were to call Solanne a tomboy, she’d jokingly pound them on the shoulder before saying that they weren’t doing her enough justice. Yeah, she’s one of those girls. To be fair though, her laid-back and happy persona is normally a fresh relief to all the other events going on. It usually takes something truly horrendous or traumatic to dampen Solanne burning spirit and joking nature. Did we mention the laid-back attitude? Yes? Good, then now you know that it also takes something incredibly dire for Solanne to be taken seriously.
Despite her initial cheery front though, she does admit that her life has been crappy so far with all the politics within the world. Only the most observant and perceptive can see through her idiotic grin. Because of her own past, Solanne is dead set determined to create a future where everyone can smile freely. As such, she is usually one to put everyone, friends and allies alike, above her own well-being, sometimes ranging to levels of naivety. She is fiercely loyal to those she wants to protect and will do just about anything for them.
Just don’t screw around with her trust. Unless you want a few teeth shaved off.
Background: Ironically enough, most people tend to think of the “Crimson Hound” as some sort of deranged killer bent on ending all life. People usually don’t think that maybe she earned the nick-name due to her unyielding loyalty? Oh well. That gets Solanne every time. Hailing from a distant nation from the west, Solara lost both her parents to bandits at a fairly early age and spent the remainder of her childhood being raised as an orphan.
Most children would have caved into depression at that age, but Solanne took her parent’s teachings by heart and desired to help out all that she could. Soon, she was everyone’s “big sister” at the orphanage before finally becoming old enough to wield a blade while also providing a steady income for the orphanage via bounty hunting or thievery. She still visits the orphanage from time to time, despite her many travels. However, danger was always near, and Solanne soon found a new reason to fight when going out to create her own journey.
Recently however, news of a group rivaling that of the infamous Night Raid caught the Crimson Hound’s attention. Certain events followed that led to Solanne becoming a member of the equally enigmatic and powerful Salvation. Wanting to put her thieving skills and reputation as a bounty hunter to good use, she eventually caught the eye of Salvation's leader, Xerxes. That was some time ago and now as a senior member of the group of assassins, the prospect of a free world seems ever closer more than ever.
Combat Speciality: Close to mid-range combat, brawling.
Skills:
- Reasonable knowledge of the world’s history
- Adept at sword combat
- Ability to summon a large, hound-like familiar through the usage of her Imperial Arm
Imperial Arms: A sword by the name of Duster. Its blade is composed entirely of hardened and purified flame and ash, sharpened to cut through a good majority of things. Solanne’s default weapon, it is also able to channel and release her fire magic to deadly proportions. Apart from generating and manipulating flames, from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Solanne can also use her Imperial Arm to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing more powerful flames.
Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation. That being said, rendering all of the moisture in the air is a deadly technique that is only be used as a last resort given that it affects the user just as much as the intended targets.
Armor: Metal boots along with a scorched gauntlet to assist in channeling her flames. |
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