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Welcome
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into
war
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        To
        The
        worst
        criminals
        &
        prisoners
        of
        war
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        Haven
                Haven
                The
                war
                rages
                on
                while
                They
                rot
                there

                                  The Story...

                                  In the near future, Country X fires nukes at all other countries from different countries, causing serious damage and radiation poisoning to each and every one. In a blinded rage, the damaged countries attacked each other, and a lethal world war began. Countries invaded each other, and other countries took PoW's. Over time, Ghettos were made from ruined cities to keep all the PoW's and criminals captured. Viciously guarded, these cities were guaranteed to have all people inside rot. Miles and miles of electric wire and landmines surrounded the cities, and further still were snipers and armed guards. Escaping was a suicide mission. Leaving guards inside the city was pointless, for the prisoners took care of themselves. Fights and riots broke out frequently. Food and water was hard to find, and tensions mounted. To gain an edge in power, soldiers planted supplies, drugs, and cigarettes in the city every month to keep the prisoners alive, but none lived too long. PoW's from different countries killed each other out of vengeance, and some sick criminals hunted others down like animals. Gangs and harmful groups formed, but were broken up quickly. To live in Haven is to be alone, were the words of many prisoners.

                                  Haven kept only men, for they didn't want to lose face by having children present, but that didn't stop relationships from happening. Some men traveled alone, but some paired up. A companion is favorable when wanting to survive. Guns and other projectiles were not present, but there were definitely weapons. If not knives and swords, then weapons were improvised. A brick or a busted pipe went a long way. Of course, not all men died from each other. The city caused death to many. Rabid and emaciated dogs sometimes roamed the streets and attacked anything that moved. And if the elements didn't get you, then radiation did. The cities weren't ruined for nothing. Many died slowly of radiation poisoning if cures weren't administered. An iodine patch on the arm was the most common form of a cure. Haven sounds holy by name, but it is a city God abandoned. Good people (mostly captured peacemakers) exist, but horrid people were the majority of the population. In the words of the deceased: 'They'll die in war, but we'll rot in Haven.'

                                  Many buildings are inhabitable, but there are many places to live. Homes are improvised all the time. Money became useless, and a barter economy ruled the city. Buildings are also used for 'public use'. The hospital provides men with food, shelter, and iodine patches but only if they have something to trade with. Surgeries are rare especially if there isn't a doctor. The hotel provides people with clothes and a place to live. The church is the only sanctuary around. Killing is forbidden there. It provides food, somewhat clean water, and shelter. The rivers are not to be trusted fro drinking water. It's only good for baths if boiled. Fish caught in the river make you sick. Ruined houses are good places to get cigarettes, weapons, and drugs. The rest of the city is no-mans-land, though some men claim plots of land as their own. Power struggles occur frequently, because most want to be leader of the whole city. Challenges for power take place in the 'arena'. Precious jewels are rare and precious, but the most valuable bargaining chip is information. Those with intel of the outside world have power and are often looked upon as leaders. Now that you know a little about Haven, wait and see. Those were just a few cursory remarks. You are under arrest for crimes against the country. And you will pay for the crimes with your life. Welcome to Haven. Hope you rot


Rules

        Okay, here are the rules, so read carefully. In a nutshell, this is a lit. yaoi rp about the survival of PoW's and criminals located in a ghetto city called Haven. All prisoners are men, there are no women. In fact, it even has male x male relationships if you had no idea what yaoi is. All prisoners are human, and yes, I require anime pictures. The men's ages range from 23-50. Older men are rare, but I will accept them if you make a character that old. People die all the time, so if you are bored with your character and want to quit, just simply have him die. The cause of death doesn't really matter. Godd-modding is strictly forbidden unless it's between two of your own characters. However, if it happens between you and another person's character, the picked-on character wins by default. What's fair is fair. Guns and other projectiles that you don't throw manually (like a rock or piece of brick) do not exist in Haven. Use in these weapons will make me reconsider your position in the rp. Romance is encouraged, but absolutely no cybering! You can kiss, touch, and even take your clothes off, but if anything else happens, take it out of the rp please. I will reserve spots for certain people, but I will take the reservation away if I don't get the profile in a day. Money and technology is useless, so running water, electricity, and other gadgets are things of the past. If you need light, make a fire. Need water? Get a canteen. Want new clothes? Trade something to get it. These are the ways of the barter economy. Stealing is acceptable as well as swearing and other things. Overall, just use your common sense. Make your posts pretty, and please if you could support this RP, I'll have a few signatures made. Advertising would be great ^_^ To give an opportunity to other rps, I will also advertise their rps too. If you would like your rp to be advertised, post me a siggy along with a brief description of the main story. Make your posts pretty, and type at least three FULL SIZED paragraphs. I did say this was a lit rp, so more than three paragraphs would be awesome. Finally, send the profiles to me under the name of 'Peace' for peacemakers, 'Captured' for PoW's, and 'Arrested' for criminals. Put a ninja-face somewhere in the profile so I know you read all the rules, and for the love of god, Do. Not. Alter. The. Profile. Skeletons. crying

        New rules will be posted below:

        - No pets. Now I know everyone love a cat and a dog, but I really doubt they'd fare well in Haven.

        - If you haven't posted in a while, I'd help many people if you'd either PM them that you've posted, or quote them so you know. Just for convenience~

        - Do. Not. Kill. The. Founders. Without them, the story will go to crap. That is all.
Positions: {9 Semes, 8 Ukes}
* The Seme:Uke Ratio will be kept at a balance. If there are more than three of the other, then I will stop accepting it until the ratio balances out.

~Overall~
'King' of Haven
Alexei von Solovyev

Peacemakers
{Atticus Daniel Finch}
{Open}
{Open}
{Open}
{Open}

Regular Citizens
{Hector William Perphect}
{Terra K. Lyris}
{Tsume R. Sou}
{Samuel Edmond Matthews}
{Kasumi F. Sou}

~Sanctuary~

Head of Church
{Artemis Collin Ranger}

Priest
{Silvain Poviyemo Gillespie }

Altar Boy
{Elize Blake Kinsley}


~Hospital Region~

Head Doctor
{Tuomas E. Nevalainen}

Pharmicist
{Keirus Elfrim Aldamorphoust}

Surgeon
{Shiki Ryo Mizumaki}

Nurse
{Gorou Len Hazukage}


~River Region~

Ferryman
{Dante Alexander Maelstrom}


~Dilapidated House Region~

Head of Haven's Drug Cartel
{Ao E. Katsumata}

Second in Command to the Head
{Noach Regner Brandt}

Deliverer 1
{Jay Casey Nightengale}

Deliverer 2
{Alistar Myles Centre}

Addict 1
{Bartholomew Del Rosa}

Addict 2
{Cody Eli Swift}
Couples:
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    Deceased/Missing:
    ∆ Hector William Perphect: Killed after caught cheating in a card game
    ∆ Gorou Len Hazukage: Beaten to death, then robbed
    ∆ Silvain Poviyemo Gillespie: Killed by Alistar



      Important Story Events:
      + A member of Tsume's family appears in Haven. His life is in danger, and so is Finch's.
      + Ao plans to meet with the king.
      + Ao takes the hospital's surgeon hostage
      + The head doctor Tuomas agrees to a treaty in order to get his surgeon back.
      + Bartholomew was sent to the arena to see the king
      + Dante comes to church and deals with Artemis. Meanwhile Tuomas heads to church. The reason is a mystery.
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        Those Absent:






          {Couples and absences are to be reported to me, and I'll keep up with deaths and story events. Missing people are those who haven't posted in forever and are in danger of losing their spot on the rp}
Character Skeleton & How It Looks Like


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[color=white]xx[/color][size=11]Username here[/size]

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[size=22]»[b]C[/b]riminal or [b]P[/b]oW?«[/size]
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[size=22]»[b]S[/b]eme or [b]U[/b]ke?«[/size]
[color=white]xx[/color]•[size=10]Pick one. Seme=Dominant, Uke=Submissive. No Sekes Allowed.[/size]

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[color=white]xx[/color]•[size=10] What you normally use in a fight.[/size]

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[color=white]xx[/color]•[size=10]Peacemaker, Citizen, or Other[/size]

[size=22]»[b]H[/b]ome«[/size]
[color=white]xx[/color]•[size=10]Where you live in Haven.[/size]

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[color=white]xx[/color]•[size=10] At least 1 paragraph. [/size]

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[size=22]»[b]A[/b]nything [b]E[/b]xtra«[/size]
[color=white]xx[/color]•[size=10] Whatever you think needs to be known about your character.[/size]
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        »Gaianame«
        xxUsername here

          »Name«
          FirstMiddleLast

          »Age«
          xxAge limit: 23+

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxPick one. Remember, your bio must match with this.

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxPick one. Seme=Dominant, Uke=Submissive. No Sekes Allowed.

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xx What you normally use in a fight.

          »Position«
          xxPeacemaker, Citizen, or Other

          »Home«
          xxWhere you live in Haven.

          »Personality Traits«
          xx At least 1 paragraph.

          »Brief History«
          xx At least one paragraph.

          »Anything Extra«
          xx Whatever you think needs to be known about your character.
Other Characters

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        »Gaianame«
        xxXxXCataclysmXxX

          »Name«
          AlexeivonSolovyev

          »Age«
          xx28

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxCriminal, proud and true.

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxUke... Or am I?

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xxAnything that can draw blood, darling. But of you insist on asking, I have two short swords with me at all times~ No, you can't touch them; I'm stingy... Okay, I'll show you one, but that's it. Touch em and die. I can also wield throwing knives, daggers, spears, and I sometimes use shields if I don't have an extra sword... I insist of having my weapons match my daily clothes, so they're all white.

          »Position«
          xxKing of Haven

          »Home«
          xxI live alone in the arena. The whole thing is my home, but it's lonely, and no one comes to visit me... Not even my love interest Is it because of my personality? It's not that bad in my opinion.

          »Personality Traits«
          xxWhen I'm not serious, I come off to people as a pretty ditzy individual. I'm childish, and am known to pout for days. I'm very stingy but I won't take well to people touching my things. I can be sweet though, and if you gain my trust, you'll rarely see my true nature. Manage to piss me off, and I'll either take you prisoner or kill you myself. I can take a joke, and I listen to the needs of all the people who talk to me. When it comes to running a city, it doesn't matter whether your citizens love or fear you. When I'm serious, I can be ruthless. No matter the status, i will do what I can to keep Haven the way it is: relatively peaceful. I personally feel that if I'm not in power, Haven will collapse and destroy itself. I'm not suicidal by any means, nor do I feel sorry for myself. I've lived here way too long.

          »Brief History«
          xxI was 14 years old when my parents adopted me from Russia. They were rich, and they were American. As long as the child was similar to them, they didn't care where he came from... or his background. They didn't know the mentality of their child, they only picked me up at the airport. They put me into horrid business suits, and I felt out of place until the bombs hit. It was in the confusion that I took my chance. As soon as my parents were asleep for the night, I slit their throats. Hell, I even killed the dog by throwing knives at it. No one but I know where I learned to fight. To kill. From there, I began an ultimate killing/stealing spree. I wore dresses; they were comfortable, so I wore them on a regular basis. I then lured perverts into alleys and killed them only when I wasn't stealing the next thing I wanted. I spoiled myself and every week or so, I'd hide his little findings in the ruined city of Haven. Though, it wasn't yet a ghetto until a few months later. When it did become a ghetto, I was the first one in. On the same day, I met my first crush, Ao. The man was really handsome... Since I was there first, I reigned Ao and the other two in and declared myself 'King'. The day was 14 years ago... How time flew... Eh? Well these days, I don't go out much... Oh, but I do visit the church every now and then.

          »Anything Extra«
          xx Just so you know, I love to wear dresses. I'm dressed as a woman more than I am dressed as a man. Have a problem? Well, you can go F@!# yourself~ Oh, and my English isn't the greatest... When I get angry or excited, my accent spills, and I lose my grammar. Also, there are three items that can get you into the arena without me killing you~ 1: red dog collar - symbolizes loyalty; 2: wooden oar - symbolizes our journey to power; 3: golden rosary - symbolizes overall faith in a place similar to hell itself. I want another person in my inner circle, so quite soon I'll make my offer to the head doctor.



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        »Gaianame«
        xxI A b s o l

          »Name«
          ArtemisCollinRanger

          »Age«
          xx29

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxPoW.

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxSeme.

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xxDarts, right from the dart board, and some I make myself.

          »Position«
          xxHead of church.

          »Home«
          xxThe church.

          »Personality Traits«
          xxI give mercy to those who need it and to those who do not really deserve it. Technically, it's not my choice to give them mercy. God tells me these things. I feel it in my heart and just know it, as if the thoughts were put into my head. I try to see the best in people and can be a bit of a push over for it. I rarely ever get angry, but I also never get intimidated. Just because I am a priest doesn't mean I am all good and sweet. I used to be... but in this day and age, one had to be strong. Not that I had anything against it before this all happened, but I accept the advances of men now... actually, I do the advancing, finding my liking to be the feisty and dangerous ones. I like them strong, so they can live on their own, while still knowing how to come to me when they need help.

          I tend to keep to myself, since I am a very quiet person. I know how to deal with things and I know how to keep a steady head. I have had trouble with gangsters before, trying to claim this church, but that won't happen under my watch. I promised, long ago that I would keep this church safe, and I intend to do so. As head of this church, I will try my best to keep everyone, even those who do not believe, content and healthy.


          »Brief History«
          xx I have been here for a good number of years. I used to be an alter boy, but when the priest died, I moved up, then when the head of the church was murdered, I again, stepped up. Before I came to Haven I lead a pretty strict life. I lived here, in America. My father left my mother when she told him she was pregnant with me, so I never knew him. My mother died giving birth, so I really didn't know my mother either. The priest from the local church and his wife took me in since they could not have children of their own due to his wife's ill health. I was raised into a quiet one, intelligent, not ignorant. I became an alter boy once I was around nine and I loved it. I was in the choir and every Sunday I looked forward to church. I met other kids my age and my life was very happy. But when the war started... everything changed. Almost no one came to church anymore, only those who were deeply religious and prayed for their lives came. The church was lonely... empty, a place of mourning. A bomb was dropped on my small town and shortly after, soldiers came through to rape the town of all it's possessions. Children were taken away, woman were raped, killed, taken as well. The men were either killed or taken away. I was the lucky one, I was taken away. But now I realize how unlucky that was.

          When I first came here, I remember only running to the church and sleeping on the stone floor for nearly three days until the priest demanded in the name of god that I stood up and got a hold of myself. With his guidance, I became an alter boy once more. Things were looking up. Now, because of their deaths, I have become the head... the head of a church with barely any followers anymore.


          »Anything Extra«
          xxDespite being a holy man, I do par take in many pleasures such as alcohol, when I can get my hands on it, drugs, which I can sadly say I am a bit addicted to, and sex. I'm a man, sorry, I need it.



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        »Gaianame«
        xxXxXCataclysmXxX

          »Name«
          AoEKatsumata

          »Age«
          xx32

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxCriminal. Why else do you believe I'm in the drug Cartel?

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxSeme

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xx A dagger and a short sword. I have other serious weapons around the house, but those two are used the most. Long swords have more than one disadvantage.

          »Position«
          xxHead of Haven's Drug Cartel

          »Home«
          xxI live in the least damaged dilapidated house in my area, and decorate it with my treasures. I don't worry about thieves, since they are all on my side, but just in case, I have a man watch over them while I'm gone.

          »Personality Traits«
          xx I'm sadistic to a point of killing people for fun. Some people say I'm egotistical. Some people don't live long. My partners in business both fear and respect me, for they'd rather have me as a friend than a foe. My partners in bed fear me because I bring both pain and pleasure to their bodies. I am a seller of drugs, and to be on the top of Haven's drug cartel, one has to be ruthless. I've addicted guards with my... generosity if you will, and grow nearly as rich as the king, the only man I can say has more power than I. My job also gives me enemies, and there have been attempts to take my life, but none successful.

          »Brief History«
          xx Where was I when the war hit? Simple. I was head of the local drug cartel and ruled a good half of the city's shadowed part, the section addicted to the presence of me and my men. And every day willing to buy more and more. My power spread throughout the city, and in a matter of years, I was the most respected man as well as the most wanted criminal. Police wanted me bad, but they just couldn't get to me. Until Haruka appeared. Haruka was my favorite lover as well as my best customer. While ravished by the drugs and me at the same time, he was truly beautiful. But then he kicked the addiction and 'found the error of his ways', though I majorly doubt that. The last I head of Haruka, he was a wealthy man. A bribed man. Over the years of my reign, he'd collected enough information to put me in jail for life. Fortunately for me, the war began, and I was shipped to Haven to die slowly of radiation poisoning instead of dying immediately from the firing squad. I was one of the first four here, and we'd arrived on the same day, that day, we named ourselves the leaders of Haven. Can't guess who the four were? I'll tell you: The king, the ferryman, the head of the church, and I. We rose to power, and haven't left it since.

          »Anything Extra«
          xx I am not the type to keep only one lover. I embrace many men as long as their free of disease. And also: If you are my lover, expect bondage.



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        »Gaianame«
        xxThe Child Music Forgot

          »Name«
          CodyEliSwift

          »Age«
          xx23

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xx...Criminal

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxUke

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xx Hand to hand I guess... I don't know. I just recently found two short pieces of pipe. They're pretty sharp too, so maybe they'll ensure my survival for a few minutes. I don't think I'll live long to be honest...

          »Position«
          xxI'm an Addict. Got a problem with that?

          »Home«
          xxI wander around. You can't really call this place home, especially if you got here a few days ago.

          »Personality Traits«
          xxI've seen a lot of brave people so far -and they're cool and all. Kinda like superheroes or something, carrying cool weapons around and all. But there are some really scary a** people out there. Half are insane, or at least in my standards. I grew up as a good kid, you know. To be an addict here is like being at the bottom of the food chain, and we're all treated like a mountain crap. Which is supposed to make you tough, but I'm not seeing it yet. To be honest, I'm a real chicken-s**t when it comes to fighting. Good thing I run fast. I may be vertically challenged, but I can outrun all of you, I swear! I can climb, too, but I haven't had the 'opportunity' to use that skill yet. Oh yeah! Personality. Um, I consider myself pretty normal. Don't get too kooky with the drugs, but I'm starting to get higher tolerance. Haven's drugs are a lot more addictive... That's why I have to visit Ao or his lackeys every other day to get a fix. What drugs you ask? I use a little bit of this and that. I'm more fond of cocaine than anything. The high is amazing~

          »Brief History«
          xxI was born in the suburbs of Ohio, so childhood was rather normal. But though my parents were wealthy, they sent me to public school where I was peer-pressured into my little... habit. It wasn't much then, only Marijuana. But after graduation, I moved out and started something a little more intense. My drug problem and sexuality, those were probably the things that got me disowned, but it didn't matter much. After my ride on Dad's coattails ended, I did what I could to support both me and my addiction. Oh, did you know I was an erotic dancer? Yep, every night at one of the gay bars in the city. At first it was awkward, because I was doing it to pay for drugs, but I got to be a natural over time. I got quite few comments about my flexibility~ Anyway, I got into Haven 'cause I got caught up in a drug bust. To Haven I went. That's it...

          »Anything Extra«
          xxYou can try to fight me if you want, but I'll be gone before you do any real damage. I sometimes have to steal, too. Only if I can't buy food or something... I don't do it for fun, I promise.




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        »Gaianame«
        xxThe Hired Uke

          »Name«
          BartholomewDelRosa

          »Age«
          xx24

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxCriminal

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxUke

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xxBare hands or whatever happens to be lying around at the time; however, favors blunt objects like metal pipes.

          »Position«
          xxOther / Addict

          »Home«
          xxVarious run down and dilapidated houses could be considered his hiding places.

          »Personality Traits«
          xxBartholomew used to consider himself the last honest thief in the world, with a code of conduct, do’s and don’ts, honor…but those days have long since passed. Now he’s nothing short of self-destructive. He won’t do anything without getting something in return and his intelligence and talents are squandered with petty thievery and self indulgence. Since being put in Haven, Bartholomew has developed a rather violent inferiority complex. Being looked down upon, pitied, questioned, even when the intentions are good, he’ll lash out. There is such an immeasurable amount of hate and rage bottled up inside him that he willingly seeks out the worst ways to dampen them. It’s only a matter of time before it reaches its bursting point.

          »Brief History«
          xx He was in the middle of a heist when the war started, the only reason he survived was due to the fact that he was deep inside a bank vault when the bombs went off. The shockwave had caused his escape routes to cave in thus trapping him in pitch darkness for a good four days. He was only found because apparently some rich somebody paid off some specialists to go down there and find his belongings…or so the story went. What they found was a severely malnourished Bartholomew with a duffle bag full of stolen items. Like being caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he was brought up and sent straight to Haven where he spent a week in their run down hospital. During that week, he had been approached by some shady looking men saying that they’d pay him real well if he stole what few medical supplies where in the hospital.

          Bartholomew refused since he may have been a thief but he wasn’t so low as to steal medicine. His one good deed did not go unpunished, that night the men came back and abducted him. They said that thieves of his caliber were rare and that he would do what they asked whether he wanted to or not. He was then rewarded with a crash course on the latest drugs and their addiction rate. It wasn’t long before he sold his morals and honor as a thief for a quick fix; the next two years, life in Haven turned into a snowballs decent into hell.


          »Anything Extra«
          xxBartholomew is very sick, with a combination of the radiation and his destructive habits, it’s a wonder he’s still alive. He knows this already but seems to lack the will to do anything about it.



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        »Gaianame«
        xxTenth Ride Free

          »Name«
          ElizeBlakeKinsley

          »Age«
          xxTwenty four [24]

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxPoW, of course.

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxE-Eh.... I'm not sure if I'm allowed to think such a thing... U-Uke, I suppose.

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xxA-Ah, a rosary.... or a pocket knife that I hide in my bible... for protection reasons!

          »Position«
          xxOther.... The Altar Boy at the Church.

          »Home«
          xxThe Church, I never leave....

          »Personality Traits«
          xxI'm a rather peaceful individual. And quiet, too. I prefer to keep to myself, secluded... praying to God. I hate to be a bother, a burden. I can't stand when someone goes out of their way for my benefit. I am sweet... sensitive... a kind-hearted person toward any and all. Though, I'm quite cautious. Paranoid, to an extent. I can't go outside the church, in fear of the outside world. Its dangerous out there... I love to smile, I always do. I help each visitor with a sweet smile and a 'how are you'. I am positive, despite my paranoia. Everyone has a bit of good in them, just some lose sight of it. And... I hope... I could possibly help to show the good in them. And enlighten them to the graciousness of our Lord.

          »Brief History«
          xxI was born to drug addicts, an accident out of their drug-high-induced sex. They.... well, they really didn't act indifferent. They didn't consider me a child, more of a... young friend. Well, they would always run out of money for drugs, so they would end up selling their bodies for their drug money. I barely got to eat, a simple one meal a day.... the rest went toward their drugs. It was terrible... and eventually, their need for drugs grew, and upgraded to a more expensive type... And my body was sold along with theirs. I... I was only seven.

          The pain and suffering my body went through... It hurts to even remember such a thing. This went on for years... until my parents overdosed and died together. They could never afford the treatments for drug abuse... And now, I was orphaned. I had heard horrid things that happened to orphans, so I ran... I ran far from that place, until I collapsed from starvation and dehydration. I came to in an abandoned building, surrounded by boys just a tad older than I. They fed me what they could, and took me in. Like a family, I suppose.

          Well, we went around in this new city, stealing without being caught. Some of us worked for our money... Stood around at corners for potential buyers. I... did make quite alot, but each time brought those memories back. With the money earned, we bought food... and occasionally, a body decoration. Did you know... there's a such thing as pleasure in pain? And I... I enjoyed that pleasure. The feeling of my skin being pierced, the occasional tugging... Ah, it was heaven.

          Well, my gang got into a fight with some police force people, I think. But... I wasn't there. No, I was getting my last piercing ever.... When I returned to our base... All I saw were bloodied, mangled bodies... I could barely tell whom from whom. Apparently, my family were wanted, dead or alive. And I was no exception. I was sent to Haven, taken in by the Head of the Church to atone for my sins. So day by day, I pray to God, begging for forgiveness. Everything has been... good since then, so I must have been forgiven.


          »Anything Extra«
          xxAll my piercings were removed except for my corset piercing on my back. I carry around my rosary at all times. And I... sometimes wear ballet heels... To symbolize the pain I must overcome. N-Not that anyone can see them under my robes! And my name... Its pronounced 'Elz'.



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        »Gaianame«
        xxxDaishox

          »Name«
          TuomasE.Nevalainen

          »Age«
          xx31

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxCriminal

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxSeme

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xx Whoever attacks the best doctor in Haven would be a very unwise individual. I do however carry multiple syringes full of general anesthesia, muscle relxants and tranquilizers. From there, if you've really managed to piss me off, you might be my next experiment. For exceptional cases only I carry a b*****d sword as well.

          »Position«
          xxHead Doctor

          »Home«
          xxI have a cozy little setup in the Hospital. A doctor is needed at all hours of the day.

          »Personality Traits«
          xx Most say I come off as cool. I am easily annoyed, especially when probed about my personal life - it is an... uncomfortable sensation when there's an individual that knows more than they should about you. At the same time though I've never been one for small talk. My communication with others has been lacking since working in a lab for nearly a decade. I would describe myself as demanding of any help or staff I receive and strict - especially with the distribution of iodine patches.

          Indent]I find myself especially annoyed by the dirty, little rabbits coming in for treatments and itch to resume my research on the poor unsuspecting creatures. One thing I absolutely abhor is filth. Due to an infection involving the amputation of several of my toes I have become a bit germophobic. It is not unusual for me to make sure a patient is throughly washed by either myself or another before they are treated. One thing that drives me crazy is unmarred flesh. In Haven, unscarred, clean, smooth skin is as hard to find as a piece of hay in a needle stack.


          »Brief History«
          xx I was born in Finland into a single-parented family due to my mother's birthing incident. As an only child I had lots of time to myself and frequently busied myself with studies of different languages. I am proficiently fluent in Finnish, English, Russian and German and know basic phrases and snippets of French, Japanese and Korean as well. I had no formal training in medicine besides the basic sciences taught up to third year university. The rest was similar to an apprenticeship with my father.

          Indent]Now how did I land myself in 'Haven'? Well my father, being the smart man he is, decided to get himself in on the darker side of the medical industry. He worked for crime syndicates, in the day diagnosing diseases, at night woking for the industry of organ trafficking. I was of course brought along, being his protégée. My old man... he could have used some lessons in how to deal with people. He always ran his mouth off to the wrong kind. It doesn't take a genius to figure out he got on someone's bad side - Katsumata was his name, I'm almost positive. After that, his duties fell to me, and I either had to continue his work, or die with him. At first I didn't agree with such work, but I soon grew to love the gore.

          Indent]I grew more ambitious with my years and begun experiments of my own, intending to find a counter effect for radiation even stronger than iodine. Live subjects were required of course and who really noticed a missing person or two as the war continued? I was a God back then - I held the lives of thousands in my hands, disposing or preserving who I pleased. Nothing since has managed to give me such a thrill of pleasure. Unfortunately in Haven my research, lab and tools have all been taken from me. I now treat the mundane - broken bones, fevers, distribution of iodine patches and food. My talents are slowly rotting away in this godforsaken place.


          »Anything Extra«
          xx I greatly appreciate clean dress shirts, soap and any sort of medical equipment that could help with my research. Also there may be iodine patches for whoever is willing to volunteer their bodies for the sake of early experimental research.



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        »Gaianame«
        xxXxXCataclysmXxX

          »Name«
          ShikiRyoMizumaki

          »Age«
          xx34 years old. Don't let the baby face fool you.

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxCriminal

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxUke

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xx My job is to save lives, not take them. But that doesn't mean I don't have potential weapons. I usually have needles, scalpels, and pens at hand, but if any weapon-wielding man enters the hospital, I have a sword in my locker. Though attacking the only medical help in Haven is a horrible idea, that doesn't mean there aren't people out there who won't try.

          »Position«
          xxI am a surgeon, but sometimes I perform autopsies and help the head doctor if he needs help.

          »Home«
          xxMy home is the hospital. Whenever I'm not working, I'm either sleeping on empty hospital beds or talking with my co-workers. Some think I don't have a life, but I'll remember their comments when their life slips away. I rarely leave the hospital district, but I know of what happens outside.

          »Personality Traits«
          xxI come off to most people as a cheerful, laid back person. Well, I am for the most part around the general public, but those who truly know me know my real personality. First of all, I have a hot temper. I often get offended easily, but my self control reigns in most outbursts. Secondly, I'm picky with who I choose to save. I am only one man, and if someone comes in with a lead pipe sticking out from his stomach, well, I can't help. I won't attempt serious cases unless they interest me. There are only four staff members and countless rape, murder, and assault victims. Some just come in for food or clothing. Anyway, with a lacking staff, I find myself overworked and exhausted. In those times, my self control takes a f***ing hike. And last of all, I've completely given up hope for the entire human race. War caused it to suffer, ghettos made things worse, and the violence within just brought out the core of humanity. I see the results of this violence, and it's left me with a grim outlook on life outside of the hospital. My morals were twisted up when I came here... Crying annoys me, and I'd rather not hear the sob-stories of people's lives. It's already depressing as hell in this hospital. As far as the past concerns me, it doesn't. I don't dwell on it, and because I don't, I focus more on my work

          »Brief History«
          xxThough my name is Japanese, I was born in Germany. My father had met my mother while she was visiting the country for a year or two, and before she was made to return to Japan, she left a little gift for him: me. I was raised like a normal kid until after my med school years when my father, an important banker, started to gamble. I was 26 at the time. Well, over time Daddy racked up quite a debt, and before he could pay it off, he disappeared, leaving me with a mountain of unpaid money. Well the crime ring running Dad's funds took me and put me to work so that I could one day I could pay them pack. Ha, but by the way they were paying me, it was virtually impossible to pay back debt without spending quite a few years on my back nonstop. So what did I do?. Over the course of eight weeks, I slowly poisoned all the greedy b*****ds who wanted my money. Got away with it, too. In celebration, I moved to America where I started an illegal practice with one of my new friends in Maine. It was a quick run-down clinic, and we didn't ask for insurance, which was one of our mistakes. The state quickly found out and sent us not to prison, but to Haven where they thought we belonged. Well, on the first day in Haven, my friend got raped, and by running to the nearest building -the hospital- I was able to escape the same fate. Having no where else to go, I asked the head doctor for a job and well, never left the hospital since. That's my life in a nutshell, but instead of the past, I look to the present.

          »Anything Extra«
          xx I am a professional when it comes to my work. Before surgeries, I demand the person is entirely clean before I even take out the scalpels or the needles and thread. I only give mild sedatives to the more extreme cases. Those who aren't in a life threatening situation can just suck it up for all I care.


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        »Gaianame«
        xxReplay Button

          »Name«
          KeirusElfrimAldamorphoust

          »Age«
          xx27

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxPoW... Don't remind me.

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxI'm clearly top bunk, Seme for those who can't understand.

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xx Improvising is a key trait here... Anything on hand, and his favorite knife he had in his boot when he was thrown into this hell hole.

          »Position«
          xxI work as the pharmacist at the hospital... Not that many people even manage to live that long.

          »Home«
          xxI have my own cot back at the Hospital in my office.

          »Personality Traits«
          xx Keirus comes off as a cold shoulder, distant person who would gut you if you get in his way. And for the most part, it is true. Angry and frustrated at himself, and at the wars that escalated to this point, he tends to be rather gruff. Occasionally, Kei starts to lose it, becoming aggressive, and almost suicidal in his recklessness. Not crazy enough to try and jump the walls, but pretty damn near. The only reason he stayed as a pharmacist was due to the lack of need to be friendly. Just hand them their meds, and let them leave. Stubborn and persistant, he pushes for what he wants until he gets it, and often refuses help, even when he can't do it alone. Hates to feel indebted to anyone, since he knows paying it back with be quite the pain in the... You get the idea.
          Despite his gruff and fierce appearance, Keirus does have a soft spot for children. He used to care for a couple, before he was tossed here. Now he tries not to forge many emotional attachments to others, knpwing it won't last. After all, nothing lasts too long in Haven.


          »Brief History«
          xx Keirus was born into a military family in America, father was a general in the army, mother was a good housekeeper, nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. He studied in school, getting good marks in all his classes, and excelling in physical education and history. War always facinated him, and as a little boy, he always aspired to be 'Just like Papa...' His father was fluent in many languages, and in his spare time, used to use emails and such to teach Keirus. Over time, the young male was able to fluently speak English, German, French, and Spanish. Able to pick up and process a few shreds of Korean and dutch, his natural ability with languages prompted his mother to encourage him to be like his father. Everything was all pleasant for him, until one day when he was 16 years old, his mother called him, crying hysterically while he was at school. Rushing home, he was greeted by a tearful mother, holding what he dreaded most... A folded American flag. His dad was dead. Killed in action, by a raiding party of who know what nation. Keirus stiffened up from then on. His mother had turned into an emotional train wreck, and he struggled to keep her in a stable sense of mind.

          When he graduated highschool, he immediately applied for military school, and eventually climbed up the ranks with the speed of an acrobat. Becoming like his father. Though he didn't make it to general, Keirus was a lieutenant colonel, and a good one at that. He and his team were sent to do a recon. Simple, get in, get the asset, get out. Everything would have gone as planned, simple and perfect, but they had a mole. The guy he thought was his best friend, the only other soldier around who knew Keirus, decided that siding with the enemy in wartime was fine. He and his mates were all taken as PoW's, even the traitor. Needless to say, the traitor didn't live long once they were shut away into Haven. The group split up, surviving on their own, and slowly, one by one. They all died, except for him. Kei got a job as the pharmacist here, handing out meds when he had to, ignoring others when he didn't... He likes to visit the church sometimes, and always has his hand in his right pocket. Sewn onto the inside of his pockets, is each and every dogtag from everyone under his command, and he clutches one while he prays...

          »Anything Extra«
          xxKeirus keeps the second copy of each dog tag in a small bag he keeps in his office. He also is surprisingly obsessive with keeping his belongings and himself clean. Go figure.



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        »Gaianame«
        xxSpontanious Alias

          »Name«
          JayCaseyNightengale

          »Age«
          xx24

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxI'm not a criminal I swear! Okay so I did do it, but you would have if you had been through what I did!

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxUke

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xx Anything I can, a bottle, my fists... anything if it means I come out victorious, although I have a nasty habit of having an old rusted butterfly knife on my person.

          »Position«
          xxDrug Deliverer

          »Home«
          xxThe remains of an old clock tower.

          »Personality Traits«
          xxHe always knew more than he should, and does. He should have been an information dealer seeing as he has a tendency to listen more closely than most. He is observative and doesn't trust others. He tends to try and know things to always have the upper hand because he always watches his own back. He believes in self preservation and has remained a loner since his coming to the city.

          He is cynical and sarcastic but remains optimistic as much as possible, otherwise he'd fall into misery. He is emotionally frail and easy to take advantage of if you know the right things to say. He tends to be snarky and bubbly most days though and this hides his more... sly traits. He gets lonely easily but grins and bears it like he does any other impeding emotion. He is too timid to approach without orders, and easy to misunderstand or see as Idiotic or Naive. He is intelligent and resourceful, and needs to be with his streak of bad luck. When alone he allows his weariness to show and his weaknesses, he can't watch his back all the time.

          »Brief History«
          xxJay was once upon a time a doctor, that's right... a doctor. Few know this however and so he was never pulled into the hospital. In fact, he had become a Doctor at fourteen when he was forced to work with his older brother Kay during the hardships of the country. It was a time when his town was crumbling and so his brother decided to bring him into the world of fixing people. His brother and he worked at a modest clinic but when the war came to home, his brother was taken for the soldiers... Jay never saw him again. Without his brother Jay had to grow up on his own, in the later years he had to leave his town because of an occupation and was forced to the other cities. With no home and little money, he did what he could. The first years were tough and often he was mugged and a few times even raped. These years he refers to as the beginning of his ordeal. He was taken into a local hospital after a severe mugging and owed a debt there after.

          He worked for a year trying to pay it off any way he could and some of the jobs were less respectable. One night he met someone, and he got roped into a darker world that he refuses to mention but during these few months he was taught many things... a love for cigarettes on one of the things acquired in the hands of the Family. When police cracked down on the family they found the head of it dead and Jay with the knife. His right eyes was mangled and he was taken away to Haven with the remaining few of the family.

          He lost all his past when he entered those gates and the years with the Family enabled him to not only fight his way to his home but gain enough know how to keep himself fed and alive... better than most. Noticeably he worked alone and got involved right away in the drug ring. Nobody knows his past, or that he was once a doctor, or than he often knows about everyone he deals with. They hardly know him at all, he is just an idol to them in a way... it isn't often one survives as he had. Living almost five years in Haven is no joke. He has gained the title "The Song Bird," because of his ability to sing, and his habit of doing so whenever he feels the need. He is also thought of as "Unobtainable," whatever that means.


          »Anything Extra«
          xx His right eye has a scar in the shape of a V. He also is skilled in medical knowledge and has never needed a partner.
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        »Gaianame«
        xxXxXCataclysmXxX

          »Name«
          TsumeR.Sou

          »Age«
          xx26

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxPoW.

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxUke

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xxMy father's sword. I had it with me when they threw me in. Two swords are my ideal, but if I'm left weaponless, I can improvise.

          »Position«
          xxI'm just a regular citizen.

          »Home«
          xxI don't have a permanent residence, but I do have a few 'hiding spots' around the city.

          »Personality Traits«
          xxAbove all things, I want to live. I feel the war has gone on long enough, but that won't get me out of here any time soon. I can be realistic. When it comes to survival, I'll do anything to live, even if that means I have to give in. I'm a solitary man yet I long for companionship. It's awful to have no one to talk to, and love doesn't come naturally to me. I value hygiene, though it's hard to accomplish in Haven. I'm reluctant when it comes to trust, and that's just the way I am. If you don't like it, deal with it.

          »Brief History«
          xxTo be honest, I didn't think Japan would get hit with nuclear weaponry for a long time, or at least not in my lifetime, but it did, and the impact was hard. With those who didn't die from the impact, suicide and radiation claimed most. The parts of Japan that survived began to form an army, and of course I was enlisted. To my surprise, I was one of the few hundred soldiers sent across seas to spy on different countries. My location was near America's capital. My objective: to gather information about who bombed everyone. I was almost blended in with society when I was caught. One mistake blew it all out of the water, of course I won't tell you my mistake. As soon as I was discovered, I was sent to Haven without a trial; a fate in which they thought I rightly deserved. It's here where I am now. The living conditions are horrible, and the barter economy did little for my advantage. In some cases I had to sell my body to save my life, but if that's what it took to survive, I was willing to do it. I'm still willing to do it. I don't know if Haven is in America, but whoever named the city was wrong. Haven is hell many times over.

          »Anything Extra«
          xxIt seems I have caught the fancy of some powerful people in Haven, which is not a good thing... This makes hiding and blending in difficult for me. When I prepare to fight, my hair gets in the way, so I tie it up




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        »Gaianame«
        xxcadet_luu

          »Name«
          TerraK.Lyris

          »Age«
          xx25

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxCriminal.

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxSeme. Deal with it.

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xxDo you see the long sword??? No? It's there for a reason! But I can also fist fight and don't underestimate my throwing skills....

          »Position«
          xxCitizen.

          »Home«
          xxAre you kidding me? I don't have one. I am always on the move, although I stay in the rundown houses and dark alleys.

          »Personality Traits«
          xx Honestly, everyone thinks I am some sort of narcissist but they are jealous. Even though people think I act kind all the time, but I am really cruel. Like the other day I saw this dying man I was about to kill him. But I failed... sadly... And NO. I am not in denial.

          Anyway... I am a decently positive person. I can survive with nothing but I prefer to keep hygienic and clean as well as beautiful. I am a master at improvisation and I am a quick person. I lived alone most of my life but in a way, I do enjoy REFINED company. That doesn't mean beggars on the street. I mean REFINED people.

          On that note, do not try and get me angry. REMEMBER, I am a crazy person. I do happen to live in this haven. So don't do anything, I have a short fuse for regular people, so don't make me hurt you.


          »Brief History«
          xx My life? Ahahaaa I am not telling you fools!

          ... okay I apologize I have to tell you right? Fine....

          I was born. I was raised in a 'normal' environment. I didn't do too well in school, but like I said, I grew up in a decent area. No surprise there. However, all the kids made fun of me because I was five thousand times more beautiful than them. Really, those silly kids are just jealous.

          Like I said, no surprise there. Just a regular kid.

          My mom and dad were some sort of workers and they rarely came home so I was either half starving or stealing food for myself. They could care less what happened. As a child, I always got myself in a little trouble with the law. Stealing here. Vandalism there. Drug trafficking over there. And yes, I was very good at it.

          Yep my record was dirty but hey. If you're a normal kid, that is no surprise.

          Well after a while I did grow up to be a 'fine gentleman' according to my mother. Somewhat. I didn't agree with that. I continued to steal and vandalize, mainly because it was fun and it kept me alive. Eventually, I got caught for assault with a weapon, my long sword.

          After taking a peek at my record, I was immediately shipped to this haven. Honestly, as much as everything sucked like hell, it was a pretty decent place. I wasn't too into the drugs and s**t but you know, it's pretty easy to steal and have some fun. I guess I should be lucky for being so tall AND stealthy.


          »Anything Extra«
          xxRunning. It's my life. As much as I love this place, I don't like the idea of mingling with the others. Also I write a journal and I compose music as well as sing... but don't you dare think about those things in my holy presence. I've got a strange tattoo on my back that looks like THIS on my back. Don't ask me how I got it.




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        »Gaianame«
        xxXxXCataclysmXxX

          »Name«
          SamuelEdmondMatthews

          »Age«
          xx28

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxCriminal

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxSeme

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xx Before, I used hand to hand combat and large blunt objects. However, Ao taught me two use double short swords.

          »Position«
          xxCitizen, I suppose.

          »Home«
          xxI am a man for hire, therefore I live where I work.

          »Personality Traits«
          xxSince I got into this shithole of a city about three years ago, I've developed a severely pessimistic view of the world. Though I'm sure my history had something to do with that as well. My main focus is not money -not anymore-, nor power, but to live. I hire myself out to those who need a bodyguard. However as I have recently come to realize, some men just need to die. That man Ao... He asks for death every day and deals death by the hour, either by his own hand, or indirectly, through assassins, or even his own drugs. Things are changing in Haven. Tensions are mounting, and violence is going through the roof. And things are not as they appear. There is a king of Haven, but he certainly doesn't live in the arena. That's all I have to say... I'm saying dangerous things already, but I'll say one more thing. I think either the war is over, or the world is actually at an end. But one thing's for sure. If we ever do get out of here, it's not gonna look any different from Haven. Ruined and corrupted, I believe the world has finally chosen to die.

          »Brief History«
          xxI was born and raised in New York, quite the dismal city, even before the war. My mother and I lived in the homeless shelters during the fall and winter months. When the weather became warmer, we would live in the playgrounds of old parks. This continued 'till I was twelve. It was the Fourth of July that I gained my independence, because on the morning after the fireworks lit up the sky, I found my mother raped and beaten to death beneath a slide. For a few months, I wandered the streets, stole some food here and there, but one day, I got got stealing. In all fairness, I got what I deserved, since I was planning to steal the man's car. After I was 'punished', he took me in as his own kid. At first, I was only a toy. However, as I gained his trust, I learned quickly that he was involved with the mob, and that he created the best recreational drugs. In fact, he tried some of the less addicting ones on me, since I was his ideal test subject. After every trial, he would inject me with a vial of clear liquid and promised that I would not get addicted. The old man was right.

          Anyway, by the time I got to high school, my old man stopped testing me, and encouraged me to get my life together. So, I studied, got good grades, and eventually went to college for teaching. My very first job was at an elementary school, and that is where I taught young children to read and write. That's right, folks. I was an English teacher. Suppose you want to know how I got into Haven? Well, to be frank, I embezzled about a million dollars from ten different companies. When I was discovered, the war was still recent, but for some reason, all jails were full. I left for Haven right away. It was there that Ao found me and trained me to be a perfect bodyguard. I am a loyal man, but I have honor and refuse to stoop so low as my employers. I kill if I have to, but torture I will not.


          »Anything Extra«
          xx I wear glasses only for reading, and I used to be a teacher. However, since the war started I decided to rename myself. Just call me Semi.


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        »Gaianame«
        xxXxXCataclysmXxX

          »Name«
          KasumiF.Sou

          »Age«
          xx23, going to be 24 in fall...

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxPoW

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxUke

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xxA little this and that. I use whips of I can find them, but my best weapon is wire. Long strings of wire; I'll take rope as well.

          »Position«
          xxCitizen

          »Home«
          xxLower districts of Haven, but not the dilapidated house region -shivers-. No, I wander about a bit while I look for my next little 'job'. I'm an efficient assassin, but I'd much rather sell myself than clean the blood off my best wires.

          »Personality Traits«
          xxWell, I'm described in two ways: sexy and deadly. I'll describe the first. To be frank, I sell myself. And if you think I'll fall in love and be faithful, you can think again. There's a thing out there called 'human love', and it's a lot better than being hurt, especially in this city. With this different love, I accept any advances and I don't chase 'em when they go. It's quite easy~ but some just think I'm afraid of a real relationship, which is not the case. It isn't wrong for one to enjoy sex, but don't worry. I'm clean of drugs, sober, and free of disease. Some think I have a terrible personality... -shrugs- As for the deadly part, I'm an assassin (previously stated). I do very... interesting things with wire~ love the stuff. Rope, too. I can tie so many knots... If you're nice enough, I'll give you a few traps to hunt with. Some of the dogs are edible, but check them thoroughly before consumption. Oops, just some advice to you. Also... I want to meet someone. Mom told me he was Dad's son, so I want to see if he looks like me...

          »Brief History«
          xxIn Japan, I grew up in a large family, because the whole family lived in one house. Grandma lived on the bottom floor, Mom and I got the second, and my twin uncles got the top floor (they never got married or had children). I never knew a father, so I generally took after my mother. I am a spitting image of her... but anyway, I grew up nicely, but one day this guy appears and mom totally freaks out. I learned later that he was my father and he was looking for me. When he came back later, he demanded I help the country and become an assassin. And though my mom was in hysterics and outright refused him, I somehow found myself in training. I'm going to tell you now, with any other weapons, I suck. Swinging around swords and blunt weapons is to barbaric for me, and I leave too many openings. Hand to hand combat was alright, and firearms were a terrible mistake. I saw a coil of wire nearby and started working with it. It was very much like thread, only metallic to the touch and impossible to cut. I trained myself to use it to my advantage, and pretty soon, I was able lay traps or use it in hand to hand combat. Anyway, I was sent to America to kill as many prominent generals possible, but in my third, they caught me and I ended up here. In Haven. I've been here for... about three years, and just recently I've heard there's another Sou in the city. I must find him...

          »Anything Extra«
          xx I have looong hair. Goes all the way down to my knees~ I have special eyes that look grey until the light hits them. Then they're blue... Ooh, and if you don't know, I'm the illegitimate child of General Sou, the dirty little secret never found out by the press or Dad's other family. The guy I'm looking for is my half brother~
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        »Gaianame«
        xxI A b s o l

          »Name«
          AlistarMylesCentre

          »Age«
          xx23.

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxCriminal.

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxSeme.

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xx Brass knuckles, knives, anything that cuts through their flesh so that I can watch their blood pour out.

          »Position«
          xxDeliverer.

          »Home«
          xxThe Hotel

          »Personality Traits«
          xx Ao thinks he is a wonderful man, sending me to deliver his goods. But they never get delivered. I kill the receivers, use the goods myself and give the payment to Ao. I steal, I am not trustworthy and most of all, I am young. I just got here and I am rearing for a fight. Most say I am not sane, which I probably am not. I can be quiet one moment and loud and screaming the next. I try to listen to only my real voice, but I hear others. Especially when I abuse the crap Ao gives me. I hate and love the man at the same time. Like a drug father. My lord, the one I pray too. He can be a real idiot, allowing me to have these drugs. Yes, I abuse, did I say that? Anything, anything but needles, which are rare anyways. I heard the church just got pot, going there next probably. I need to be high, if not I am... I am not myself.

          When I am high, I can fully taste this world for what it is. I enjoy killing while I am high because I will just sit next to the body and put my hands in the pool of blood that forms around the wound. The feel of blood, the taste of it, the thought of it... all of those get my own blood boiling. Where this sick obsession really came from, I don't know. I just know that a day without a death is a wasted day.

          Oh, and by the way, the church is getting annoying. There is a need for a new head. I am going after that son of a b***h who runs the church and all his priests. I will watch them die, one by one.


          »Brief History«
          xxI was born to a poor family, so growing up was difficult. Well, also, it was fun. God, I enjoyed having to get up and fend for myself. Once I turned ten, a local gang took me in and made me their runner. I was to go to other gangs and threaten them. Of course a ten year old wasn't scary, but a gun in the face was. I killed my first man at ten. The blood splattered back on my face and I loved it. That's when my sick obsession with blood started. Off his body I looted crack, which I started to use at thirteen. My gang looked out for me, so they wouldn't let me try any until I had teen in my name. At sixteen, I was supposed to have my coming of age ceremony, but that's when I was dragged into the military. Guns were used at first, but soon we had to train with swords, knives, anything but guns. It was too expensive to make ammunition now.

          While still addicted to drugs, I fought wildly in the war, killing the enemy, and my own. I didn't care, I just loved blood, the smell, the feel and the color. I was a criminal from the start and I was one when I was dumped into Haven by my own people. I wiped out half of the residents in the hotel before I calmed down. I was dubbed dangerous and not only that, but I was low on drugs. I forced my way into the drug lords office and talked to him personally for a job as a deliverer in exchange for the stuff and some food every now and again. As long as I get drugs and am able to kill, I don't care. That is really all I want in life.


          »Anything Extra«
          xx It's not that I chose to be an uke... it's just that... I... haven't had sex yet.


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        »Gaianame«
        xxOpera Ralse

          »Name«
          NoachRegnerBrandt

          »Age«
          xx31

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxPoW (gone rogue)

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxUke

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xx I tend to use my fists and bludgeoning tools (like metal pipes), since he can't get his hands on a good semi-automatic. My throwing arm isn't too bad either, though I try to avoid thrown projectiles–too many variables. My favorite weapon, however, is information. There's nothing quite like the way knowledge can make or break a man.

          »Position«
          xxSecond in Command of Drug Cartel

          »Home«
          xxWherever I find it most convenient at the time, I tend to cycle around, and try not to sleep in the same place for too long. Old habits die hard.

          »Personality Traits«
          xxI don't find it particularly difficult to divorce myself from my actions, and survival is always my first priority. I am pretty calm, with a nearly never-ending patience. It is amazing how infuriating people find it when the person they are opposing is calm and quiet and perfectly patient, and I'm not going to lie and say I don't like how much it pisses people off. I have a healthy respect for those who can hurt me, but I don't let it stop me from getting my job done, whatever that job may be. With most great individuals there is some refuge in audacity, after all. I am rather lacking in ambition, however; I am perfectly comfortable where I am. I am also very observant to the small tics and nuances of others, able to read their surface emotions, a trait necessary for my formal job.

          »Brief History«
          xxI was an intelligence officer. I can hardly remember a time when my life hadn't revolved around the military, from my now-dead wife (who had been my superior for the longest time, and God, what a woman) and son (so eager for the Academy, only to be bombed at school) to my first lover (an Ensign John Smith, I kid you not) to my earliest days a child, proud son to my naval commander of a single-father. The military was my life; I was born for it, raised to it, and so utterly desperate to be the best. And I was the best: I have mastery of the languages that matter–English, German, Chinese, and Russian–with passable skills in Polish and Spanish; I can easily insinuate myself into situations; and I am a master of gathering information and a bloody God at planting it.

          All of that is rather how I ended up here. Infiltrated one country's military to gain intel for another, and was captured by yet a third. Information makes you a wealthy man, and information I had in spades. Sticking to my country was gaining me nothing (not that the bombed-out shell of a nation was even functional any more); finding a leader and serving well was the best I could do. Call me a criminal now if you like, but pay is good, and I'm alive. Can't ask for much more than that.

          And, let's be honest, Haven's not so bad as far as hell-holes go. I've seen worse.


          »Anything Extra«
          xxNoach is severely allergic to most drugs, including prescription drugs. He can have the nicotine out of the cigarettes he smokes, penicillin in small doses, and some aspirin; almost everything else he will get violently sick from. It's even on his dog tags. He's also a formerly practicing catholic;not so much of a practicing one any more, though he'll routinely stop by the church to pray in regular intervals at odd hours.


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        »Gaianame«
        xxI A b s o l

          »Name«
          AtticusDanielFinch

          »Age«
          xx28

          »Criminal or PoW?«
          xxPoW

          »Seme or Uke?«
          xxSeme.

          »Weapon of Choice«
          xx Well, I carry around two swords. Though, I will avoid fighting at all costs. Doesn't mean I won't slice someone's head off if they attack me first.

          »Position«
          xxPeacemaker.

          »Home«
          xxI stay near the church. There is a small bomb shelter out back. Don't try to sneak in though, I have enough locks and traps around it that you will wind up caught in a snare if you do.

          »Personality Traits«
          xx I am usually the level headed guy. I will choose peace over fighting and wish others would see what I am getting at. I used to believe in god, but at this point, I do not believe. I still believe in peace though. I look tough, because I am, but chances are you will never see me draw the weapons I have. I laugh a lot and make jokes, tease the cute and flirt with the older men. Unfortunately I have a habit of sleeping around, but it doesn't stop me from being an all around good guy. Sometimes, it seems like I don't know about the war going on. To a stranger, my eyes look at roses when I stare at trash, but just because I can hide my emotions, doesn't mean I am not aware.

          »Brief History«
          xx I was drafted into the war when France bombed Germany. I specialized in diplomacy, but that got me no where once we decided it would be better to just bomb them right back. Not only that, but the US got involved and then Ireland. I was put in with the ground forces, as a body that could easily be sacrificed. Guns were easy, I could shoot someone right in the head, but it didn't take long for ammunition to run out. I went in to this war at age fifteen. At age twenty or so, I was captured and put into a place called Haven. I was one of the first to come here. Actually, it wasn't so bad back then. We were all from Germany, at first, but then more poured in, from Korea, Japan, Canada... All men though. Miniature wars broke out and even in the church people fought until the pastor took over. At first, I helped him, but seeing so many people die... after eight years, I am surprised I have lasted this long. At first it was depressing, to the point I thought of killing myself. I left the church, a few years ago, then just... turned trash into roses.

          Because of how long I have survived, many of the leaders of Haven have come to respect me and ask me to keep the peace. Or shut the kids up at least. That's what I do I guess, keep the peace... keep people alive. I tend to the most in need, but there are too many. Still, I will put on my happy face and play around as best I can, making people happy before they die. Although I am the peacemaker, I feel like the grim reaper. At this point, people have asked me to kill them for them. I am the grim reaper.


          »Anything Extra«
          xx I am blind in my left eye and my right eye isn't so good either, due to an explosion I was too close to. My hearing is very good and even my sense of smell, so creeping up on my isn't going to work.


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In the midst of the worst world war in history,
Ghettos were created to secure captured criminals and PoW's
One of the worst ghettos is the ruined city of Haven, and you've been invited.
By force.
Deceased


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        »Gaianame«
        xxNightingale Effect

          »Name«
          Silvain Poviyemo Gillespie

          »Cause of Death?«
          xxKilled by Alistar. Slit throat





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        »Gaianame«
        xx HeinrichBukowski

          »Name«
          GorouLenHazukage

          »Cause of Death?«
          xxBeaten to death on the streets, then robbed





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        »Gaianame«
        xxII Kuu II

          »Name«
          HectorWilliamPerphect

          »Cause of Death?«
          xxKilled after caught cheating in card game





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        »Gaianame«
        xxRaven Aria

          »Name«
          DanteAlexanderMaelstrom

          »Cause of Death?«
          xxKilled by Alistar.

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Theme: One Day in May

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xxxxThe things I do to stay alive ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

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I am:
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        In the sultry summer air, a slight breeze danced across the city of Haven, carrying the faint smell of chemicals, burning wood, and the ever present stench of decaying bodies and human waste, brought out even more by the heat. The buildings were their usual eternal grey, but the metal was a different color. No longer the sleek dim greys and blacks, all the metals in Haven got acquainted with oxygen and started to eventually rust. Windows were a thing of the past, but evidence of their existence existed on the streets as they blasted from the explosion's impact. Summer in Haven at this time of day was relatively quiet, especially in this part of town. The quiet was only interrupted by an elevated voice, a scream, or perhaps a mixture of the two. In these hours of the day, one could walk a major street and get to their destinations quickly with minimum conflict. The key to travel that fast in this time of peace was to keep walking and stay as far away from buildings as much as possible. Which was what this particular person was doing now. Pitch black hip length hair lifted effortlessly in the breeze as that person walked; their progress was fast and clipped, but was kept at a manageable pace. At 5'7 with a nice face and a slightly curved slim body, the person appeared to be woman. But those who lived in the ghetto city of Haven knew better, for the whole population was male, and this person was no exception. A great many people knew who he, Tsume, was. As Tsume walked, he wove his way around abandoned cars and glanced around every now and then. He'd been followed since noon, but he kept his brisk pace. He knew better than to run away, since he'd seen the same thing happen a million times. They got more excited when you ran from them. In fact, they waited for that, craved it even. They wanted you nice and scared when they caught you. And what they did after? Well, he'd seen various endings to that tale.

        Tsume focused on the path that lay ahead. Only three more blocks to walk and he would be in the sanctuary of the church. Intent on that truth, the young PoW took off his scavenged bag mid-step, took out his final bottle of water, and indulged himself in a big gulp before placing it back in its rightful place. Oh wow, he'd been thirsty, but since his water canteen was running low, he'd had to restrain himself. The sun was traveling on its last quarter of sky, and for this, Tsume was glad. He never quite liked the city's peace. It felt fake somehow, like putting a collar on a lion. There was no way to restrain it if it wanted loose. He only breathed an audible sigh of relief when he passed the gates in front of him. "Hello?" he called out. Though Tsume could do his own thing here, he always found it polite and comforting to talk with one of the priests if they had time. After a few seconds of no one answering, he adjusted the pack's strap over his shoulder and headed out back, where the only pump with good water was open to the public.

        In the city of Haven, not even the church was protected from its ghetto conversion. The walls had crumbled away in places, and as time went on, graffiti appeared on the immaculate stone walls, giving them color they never should have acquired. Tsume wasn't much of a believer himself. In fact, he didn't believe in much of anything anymore, since no god, no higher power would leave them in such a hellhole. After traveling a comfortable route around the worst of the church's ruins, he came to the pump. From there, Tsume didn't waste any of his time. After a few beginning pumps to get the usual gunk off the faucet, Tsume took out ten various water canteens from his pack and lined them up to fill. As they filled, he looked around to take in his surroundings. There was a hill very near here, and in that hill, Tsume knew there was a bomb shelter. Some of the people he'd seen in the church claimed to live there, but those claims only puzzled him. Why stay in one miserable place when you could go wherever you wanted? When he wasn't meeting his needs at the public centers, he was living in the most comfortable places he could find. The downside to it was that he had no companions to live with, so he was left bored most of the time. With his canteens filled, Tsume put them back into his pack and yawned. A nap seemed perfect right at the moment, when it was over and done with, he would probably look around for food. As the sun sank lower, The PoW lay down on the grass and used his pack as a pillow. As he listened to the city wake up, he slowly closed his eyes, dozed a little, then sank into a light sleep. As Tsume slept, his hand remained on the sword at his side. It was his most prized possession, given to him by his father before he went to war. He dreamed of home while the city started to stir.
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            ( I C A N ` T B E L I E V E T H I S )xxxxx
            xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ` Consume me like wildfire...

            xxxxxThe tip of my sword...___________
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            I need you ( t o l i v e ), I want you ( t o b r e a t h e ), I love you ( t o d e a t h ) !!!
            Hold me only o n c e // Smile only o n c e // Feel it only o n c e // Smile only o n c e


            " I W A N N A B E Y O U R S A V I O R"




Today, Finch would give his services to the church. It had been a long time since he ever bothered to go there other than for water or anything. It was a quiet, peaceful summer morning when he left his borrow. Sometimes he wouldn't leave there for days it seemed. The Haven was quiet and the air smelled faker than usual. This silence was a little calming though, seeing as though he was used to the shrills and whines of civilians getting beaten, raped, or just slashed to death for their canteen of water. Although summer was quite unpleasant, due to the heat and lack of water, he would take it over winter any day. Unfortunately that was quickly approaching. Unlike many of the other civilians, he kept a calendar and marked off the days. His seniority here earned him many trinkets in his time. A calendar was one of them. Today, he needed a bath, so he went to the church and bathed quickly in the relatively clean water. Although the dirt would go away, the burns, scars and brandings would not. When Haven first came about, they tried to keep track of the prisoners with brands, a number, a letter, anything to let the guards know they were like cattle. That didn't work though and they gave up mostly.

To the few visitors today, he lead them to the pump, gave them a place to rest and tended to their wounds. He was no doctor and would advise they go to the hospital, but the doctors tended to just let them die. There was never any hope for these people anyways. According to them anyways. Finch was the one who gave hope. His smile sometimes cured the unhappy faces that came in. Hell, when there was a face he came across that he liked, he indulged in the pleasure himself. Though it had been a while since he deemed someone worthy. He went through his phases, of either picking someone at random, or getting very narrow minded. Sometimes he wanted the rough boys who will put up a fight, sometimes he wanted the cute faces whom he knew were just prostitutes on the streets anyways. Days, the time, the deaths, he kept track of them all, except the amount of people he had slept with. Though now that he thought about it, his first time was from a military general, from his own unit. He was a cute fifteen year old back then and the man snatched him right up. Ever since then, he took after his general...

Once the sun started to set, the signaled for him to go back to his den. Well, after he filled his canteens with water. The Haven was just waking up, so that meant he would go take a nap, then wake to keep himself protected as best he could. Though on his way back home, he nearly tripped over a body just laying on the ground. At first he thought it was a dead one, because tripping on a dead body here was more likely than tripping on a living one. But this one was living alright. "Hey!" Finch looked down at the cute face, then down at the cute chest, hips and legs of the boy. "Hey~ You... I don't think we've been acquainted. Call me Finch, Atticus Finch. The sun is going down, I don't think you want to be out sleeping on the grass, especially next to the pump." Finch grinned, and then decided to play up some drama, just for fun.

"But I have seen you around. I would have marked another line on my wall if you had been killed. Besides, I remember the cute faces." Mainly because he had sex with most of the cute faces around here. The cute faces were usually the new kids who didn't last long. They seemed to be getting younger and younger. Then again, he was the youngest when he arrived, at age 20. Most everyone knew him, since he was the senior here and probably would be for a while. He was not the oldest, but was the longest living resident of this hell whole. This thirteen year war... and it was not letting up. He reached into his pocket and removed what looked like a necklace. A copper necklace, a mere trinket to be tossed away before the war. Now, it could buy a weeks worth of food. Not to say Atticus was 'rich' but in this society, he was well off. The guards would give him any oddities they found in exchange for body dumping and keeping the peace. "You look like you could use some food... and a good place to rest." This was his way of asking to buy the other for a night or two. Probably two, since this was a copper necklace, not just a piece of scrap metal.




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Theme: One Day in May

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xxxxThe things I do to stay alive ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

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I am: at the back of the church by the water pump.
I feel: A bit tired, and tempted with the deal this man's making.
I am with: a man who calls himself Atticus Finch


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        Tsume sat quietly at the large table in the living room of his traditional home in Japan. It felt like a normal winter night at home, but something was amiss. Something must have gone wrong in order for him to be sitting across from the person in front of him. The middle aged man sitting across from him gazed steadily into his eyes. A quick glance revealed the absence of even the family's top bodyguards. In the quiet of the room, Tsume could hear his mother sobbing in the hallway outside; the retching sobs of his mother sounded nearly heartbroken. It was a horrible sound, as if she'd witnessed the death of someone near to her. The fifteen year old's mind quickly went to his grandfather. Grandpa's condition was worsening, but he never imagined the old man to die so quickly. Tsume gazed into the sharp face of the man who'd given him life. "Father," he greeted as he gave his head a bow. His father, the well-known General Sou, had come home, but not to stay. His mere presence gave the teenager a sense of foreboding.

        The sound of stumbling feet roused the young man out of his nap, as an unfamiliar voice addressed him. "Hn?" he mumbled in reply. Tsume slit open his eyes and looked up to gaze at the stranger's face. "Is there a problem?" he inquired. The man seemed mad, but it didn't take a genius to figure out he was checking him out. Well, that was alright, he hadn't flirted in a while. Tsume gave a small stretch to show off what he had before standing up. As the man -- Finch -- introduced himself, Tsume's lips jerked up slightly into a small smile as the older male gave him the warning about sleeping by the pump. "I think I could manage one night sleeping in grass," he replied. After all, he had his father's sword strapped across his back. From Finch's demeanor, it was obvious this man wanted a certain 'something' from him, but he wouldn't give himself easily. As Finch continued, Tsume looked the man over. The older male had a good build, with wide shoulders and a broad back. As for what he had below, the younger male believed Finch was 'well endowed'. As for experience, Tsume was sure the older male was good. "I don't know if I should be flattered or offended," he said as he played along. With a slight interest, the younger male watched Finch reach into his pocket and retrieve a copper necklace. He couldn't stop his eyes from widening slightly. Was that real copper? Copper along with other precious metals were hard to find in Haven. That single necklace, he knew, could and would pay for a few weeks supplies if he spent it right. He looked into the taller male's eyes with a mixture of suspicion and awe. Whatever this Finch man did, it earned him quite the salary.

        Finch started to speak again, and this time, Tsume gave his words full consideration. Quickly, he took a mental inventory of his bag. He had a lot of water; that wouldn't be an issue while he stayed here, but he was running low on food and items to trade for it. That played on his mind, but he knew another thing: that necklace was a seriously good trading material. Of course, he knew it wouldn't come free. Tsume stepped close to Finch, took the necklace from the older male's grip. He then examined the necklace and put it back into Finch's hand, satisfied. "Food and a place to stay sounds nice," he replied, accepting the male's implied offer. "I could see myself staying for a week or so; It's that peaceful here." Just as the male implied his offer, Tsume made an implied offer himself, which was the second part of this little trade. For the necklace, Tsume would stay for the amount of days he thought the necklace's worth would keep him alive. It was quite a generous offer. He knew others who would only offer a night or two. "By the way," he said, remembering his manners, "my name is Tsume." The smaller male held out his hand as if waiting for a friendly handshake, but he was waiting for Finch to accept. Every good trader settled a bargain by handshake.

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            ( I C A N ` T B E L I E V E T H I S )xxxxx
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            xxxxxThe tip of my sword...___________
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            I need you ( t o l i v e ), I want you ( t o b r e a t h e ), I love you ( t o d e a t h ) !!!
            Hold me only o n c e // Smile only o n c e // Feel it only o n c e // Smile only o n c e


            " I W A N N A B E Y O U R S A V I O R"




A child being offered candy.

He thought to himself as he watched the other look at the mere trinket. Finch was one who tended to flaunt his earnings. That's what living so long gave him. Through all the torture, through all the pain, he saw the light and that small copper necklace, was enough to give him light for a week? Well well, he was going to offer just two nights but it seemed the other was very grateful. Either that or he was damn smart. A week with Finch meant a week of safety, leisure, well, as much leisure as one could have here in Haven. He was very patient as the other thought about it and finally accepted. Good boy. "Tsume... what a cute name." He took Tsume's hand, but he didn't shake it. He brought it to his lips and gave the back of it a kiss. He knew his manners as well. Although he basically just bought the other, he wasn't as low as to just drag the other back to his room for rough play. No, he wanted a companion for this week. Actually, if he stayed that long, it would be a record. Most ran off or died before then. Finch... he always stayed alive. Despite wanting to sometimes, he just... never died. His body was healthy, his mind was clear, his head was strong and he was cunning enough to avoid death.

"Well, let's not stay out here... The dogs will start sniffing around here. Let's go inside~" He coaxed, lacing his fingers with Tsume's. He lead the other carefully to the manhole cover and went first. "Watch your step~" The manhole went down quite a ways before it opened into a decent sized room. It actually... looked decent. There was a beat up mat for them to land on just under the ladder. The rest of the room was covered in a large, just as beat up rug. It was ripped in a few places, but honestly, it was in good condition. There were a few rusted metal shelves that held his other trinkets. There were oddities and rarities of every kind. They ranged from locked metal boxes, to childrens toys. There was an assortment of match box cars and even a large fire truck. There were old coke bottles, cups and plates, all that had been recovered, cleaned and saved. Now they were on display for his personal amusement. There was a metal bed frame to the back left corner of the room with a lumpy looking mattress. What made it look comfortable where the large amounts of pillows. The blankets were folded and put down at the end of the bed. It was summer so there was no need for blankets really. Above the bed were two swords mounted on the wall. Although he kept two with him at all times, he kept two here as well, just in case. A broken mirror sat above and behind an old dresser that contained his clothing. Some of it fit, some of it didn't... but as a peacemaker, he held onto the extra for those wandering by without any.

"You must be hungry, go sit and I will bring you something." He motioned for the other to sit at the small table opposite his bed. It was low to the ground and folded blankets served as cushions to sit on. From a locked cover in the ground, he opened his stash of food. He brought up a loaf of bread, and two apples. Apples... were not something easily found in this day and age. He usually bought them off of guards... in exchange for something that bothered him. He liked to be the buyer of humans, not the other way around. Despite that, he had them and they needed to be eaten before they went bad. He set the 'feast' on the table and sat down across from his guest. He cut the bread in half and gave a piece to Tsume. "Don't hesitate when food is put in front of you." Finch said as he took a bite of the bread. He took a sip of water from his canteen, then eyed over the other once more. He was just too cute... A slim body, yet still with enough muscles to survive in this Haven, long black hair... how exotic. "Japanese... aren't you?" It had been quite a while since he bought a Japanese man. His last two had been German, like him. "How long have you been here, Tsume?" He made sure his voice sounded like honey, so sweet, so inviting and perfectly pure.




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