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Christopher Dyson Rosales

↳Dyson/Dice

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XX»»» For those of you who don't quite know me I'm Christopher Dyson Rosales

XX»»» You can also call me Dyson or Dice, its up t'you.

XX»»» I ran out of fingers but I'm Veinticinco... Oh, my bad. I'm Twenty-Five.

XX»»» Last time I checked I'm Outcast for Survivors

XX»»» If you can't tell I'm a Man.

XX»»» I'm interested in the Chicas.

XX»»» I might have a power... Its the ability to restrain myself from breaking your neck when you ask too many ********' questions.

XX»»» My puppeteer is LegitimateRisk


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XX»»» I weigh 228 Lbs

XX»»» I'm this tall! Six foot three, last I heard.

XX»»» I totally love this stuff!
XXXXXXXXXXXX❤ Freedom
XXXXXXXXXXXX❤ Keeping the group guessing about his history.
XXXXXXXXXXXX❤ Getting a little training in.
XXXXXXXXXXXX❤ The company of a bonita chiquita! BUENO!

XX»»» Ick!
XXXXXXXXXXXX✗ Isolation.
XXXXXXXXXXXX✗ Authority
XXXXXXXXXXXX✗ Having his privacy invaded.
XXXXXXXXXXXX✗ Being hit on by other men.


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Dyson has always had a very very lively spirit, since the group happened across him. The Latino male is known for his sarchastic and sharp sense of humor which often comes at the expense of someone in the group, however his loyalty is never in question.
The group is completely unaware that Dyson spent the last seven years in a High-Max security prison under a life sentence, this changed the man internally, causing him to have a much stronger appreciation for the little things. As such, he finds it incredibly easy to relax on this new-found paradise and often dismisses the others' concern for safety as "worrying too much."
As such, Dyson loves to party and share fellowship with his new compadres. Always insisting on the group take a drink with him when the time is right. Dyson is not the first to run for ammunition or food or supplies in a dire situation, but Tequila.

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XX»»» Growing up in West Texas, Christopher Rosales was the son of an illegal Mexican immigrant woman. With no job, and no papers, there was little that Chris's mother could do to support herself but work the streets at night, selling herself for money, at least until she could afford something better. However it was only a month before the woman came to be pregnant with Christopher from one of her clients. Cursing herself and fearing the worst, considering abortion, she met the man who would play a significant role in her son's life. Martin.
Martin was a member of a local Hispanic street gang known around El Paso for their violent behavior and irreverence towards the law. Seeing a woman of his own race in such a position pained the man, and he offered his help to Chris's mother, still young and very attractive. The two of them formed a relationship and when Chris was born, Martin was there to be his father. Chris was raised around the violence, the drugs, the crime, the scandal of Martin's gang. With no better role models, Chris began to emmulate Martin as he grew into his early teens, pushing Martin to allow him to join the crew. Martin fought Chris for several months, but finally, on his sixteenth birthday, Martin informed Chris of what was expected of him to be initiated into the gang. He was to murder a wealthy white person from the richer side of town and take their ID as proof.
The actions that took place that night forever changed Chris's life. Getting the jump on a couple on a late night walk, Chris pulled the trigger of his pistol and shot the man square in the back. Dulled by the paniced screams of the girl who had accompanied him, Chris grabbed a hold of the girl, using her as cover as he planted two more shots square into the Man's skull in a frenzied panic to silence his pained screams. The distant sound of sirens came much too soon as Chris dragged the wailing girl behind him, gun pointed to her throat as he struggled to formulate the next step of his plan. Sirens now blaring all around him as he darted into an alley, panic set in strong. The girls cries and pleas fell upon frustrated ears as she begged him to let her go. In a fit of frustration he swatted her across the face with the barell of his gun, knocking her unconcious only moments before police jumped the teen and efficiently dissarmed and arrested him.
The girl's father had been a well accomplished lawyer and insisted on being involved in the prosecution of Christopher Dyson Rosales, who now insisted on calling himself Dice, his supposed earned street name. Only sixteen years old, with sufficient evidence and eyewitness testimony, the judge agreed to try Dyson as an adult and sentenced him to life in Prison, only after Dyson's attorney talked him out of the death penalty. It was said that at the time, Dyson showed absolutely no remourse for his actions.
Growing older in the four walls of a high security Prison, Dyson learned many lessons the hard way. Constantly getting into fights with other inmates over petty disputes earned him a high risk rating and eventually solitary confinement. It was during those maddening years of isolation that Dyson had come to terms with the horrible acts he had committed. At twenty three, he had a breakdown, pleading to the walls, the unseen sky above for forgiveness, for a second chance to make things right.
And then the bombs fell.
The walls enclosing his cell split open, but he dared not slip away into the chaos and destruction outside. War waged for some time, and as it came to pass that the prison was evacuated during the worst of the war, it was painfully obvious that he had been left behind. Little did his guards know, fate had opened a back door.
Surviving on any scraps and supplies he could find, with a new lease on life, no matter how depressing it now was, Dyson made it a point to help those who appeared to need it most, never attacking or showing agression, only returning it in defense. Savage and powerful in his own way, Dyson became a feircely defensive spirit, feeling as if some higher power had charged him to redeem his sins and save others. When he was invited to tag allong with the crew of survivors, he leapt at the chance, asking only that he be allowed to bring his Tequila along for the "fiesta."

Eʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇs:
Student Council
Cʟᴜʙs/Sᴘᴏʀᴛs:
Music Club

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Why, hello, my name is Issac Rockford, but you can call me Izzy. I happen to be a Human, but don't judge me from that. I'm attending Lubchenko Academy as a Senior.

I was born in America, California to be exact on June Fourth, which would make me Eighteen years old. I'm Five feet, Eleven inches tall and weigh One Hundred Eighty pounds. I also have bright blue dyed bangs that make me stand out from the rest.

In case it wasn't obvious, I'm a Male, and I happen to like Women, though I may bend the rules if I think I can get anything out of it..

I have these nifty powers that you might see from time to time; Auditory Enchantment. NOTE: I can tap into supernatural energies and embue certain unique qualities into sound waves. While I can do this with any sound, my familiarity with the sound and understanding of it's nature allows me to do more with the sound, this is why I primarily use the sound of my Guitar. NOTE: Individual notes act as attacks, high pitched notes are sharp and can pierce through flesh and weaker materials while lower notes are more blunt and carry more impact. Chords behave as defensive barriers as a wall of sound protects me as long as the chord is strummed. However I can also deliver a Shockwave-like wall of energy with a single powerful strum of a chord. NOTE: My musical melodies, or Solo's, bring about much more elaborate results. I have found a way to bring out certain emotional responses from targeted individuals when I play certain Solos; Happiness. Lust. Sadness/Dispair. Infatuation. Anger.Bringing out the darkness within one's soul [0:00-1:00]

Here's a little bit about me; There is a curse which has run in my family for Generations. Its not a story commonly told at bedtime or even around the campfire, it was something my family tried to hide more than anything, only explained once the next generation needed to know the truth. You see, years ago, one of my distant ancestors was an entertainer for some Royalty from god knows where. They were a muse and basically their only job was to entertain nobles with their talents... well when a stranger came to visit the Royalty my family worked for, they were displeased with their music and cursed them, telling them that their music would only cause harm and pain to anyone who heard it. They were exiled from the kingdom.
Fast forward to 20 years ago. My mom sang in a bar until she turned twenty-one, she met some guy and they moved in together but she stopped singing, turned out the curse had finally reached her when three people in the bar had died simultaneously one night as soon as she sang her first high note, bleeding from the ears. Anyway from time to time she would sing around the house, but evidently it had an effect on my dad too, because he decided he hated her voice, he started beating her every time she sang the day she came home from the hospital after giving birth to me. Let me tell ya, it ain't an easy thing to watch, seeing your dad beat your mom senseless just for humming a tune, maybe that was what got me so ******** up in the head... that or the fact he started taking it out on me too. To distract myself from the misery of my own life, I took up music, teaching myself to play the guitar. At school I had mastered the art of hiding the pain, hiding the embarrassment, I had grown to become quite popular, I learned to twist truths into lies and manipulate those around me to get what I wanted, to stay away from my own home as long as possible, but the disgusting truth waiting for me there each day could not be ignored.
But I remember the day I got my turn like it was yesterday, when that b*****d raised his hand against me, screaming at my mom for no real reason at all. I remember when something snapped inside me, when everything seemed to fall into place as i hit the ground, the anger that welled inside as I pounded my fist against the hardwood floor, only to watch the vibrations carry across the room and take out my father's footing. I remember, immediately understanding what I had done, standing over the piece of s**t, clapping my hands in his face as the vibrations in the air scrambled his brains inside his skull as he went limp. I remember the horrified look my mother gave me as I turned to her. She'd only sat there and taken it. she simply watched as that a*****e turned his sights on me. She was just as guilty as he was, but I made her death much less painless, taking hold of a glass and slamming it into the floor, the sharp crash ravaged her from across the room and killed her instantly. At Sixteen, I took to the road, surviving off my talents and learning the basic potential behind my abilities, even honing them into more constructive talents. I had many a good night with the little tricks I'd picked up along the way, but it wasn't until I heard about Lubchenko that I saw the true potential to take my talents and powers further than ever before.

I'm often described as being Issac is a self serving, manipulative, egotistical, emotionally withdrawn individual obsessed with entertaining himself by causing pain and hardship. Issac is quick to display what appears on the surface to be a friendly demeanor and strives to get along with everyone around him, however he's learned that this only makes his betrayal and their injury that much more entertaining. However, at his core, Issac is lonely, this drives him to surround himself with other people, drives him to gain their trust, however his overwhelming desire to destroy those relationships severs his connection with those people and leaves him lonely once more, thus driving the tragic cycle..

I can usually be found doing Plotting devious plots, Playing my guitar, flirting it up with the cute girls when I have some spare time.

These are a few of my favorite things; solid, challenging, intricate new riff, affections from others, especially females, seeing those around him break physically and emotionaly..

However, these can stay far away; Being outsmarted, being underestimated, and being overlooked..

Worst of all, these stop me in my tracks; Being cut off from human contact as a whole, Basic human weaknesses, Water or a lack of air would definitely keep me from using my abilities..

I tend to always have Mia, my Fender Stratocaster. The very first guitar I ever owned. in my possession throughout the day.

When I hear Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes , I can't help but think it's my theme song.

I'm swearing you to secrecy about everything about me, from minor conversation to intimate exchanges, when interracting with others around me is a Lie. If everyone knew me and what I was truly capable of, what I have done, I would undoubtedly be alone..

There is someone putting thoughts into my head. I think their name is Legitimate Risk.

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Alias : Demigod
Name : Liam Silas
Nickname(s) : Just call me Liam... it's short enough.
Age : Twenty
Birth Date: August First
Sexuality : Heterosexual



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Gender : Male
Ethnicity : Caucasian
Height : 5'4
Weight : 178
Markings : None really... maybe I'll get a tattoo one day.
Eye Color : Blue
Hair Color : Dark Blonde
Powers :
Ethereal Perception: Liam ability to sense energies in other life forms as visible auras of light allow him to not only identify other mutants but assess their threat level as well. More powerful individuals will glow much brighter than weaker ones, while humans emit a soft glow.
Ethereal Energy Manipulation: Liam's most unique power comes in his ability to manipulate Ethereal energy or life-based energy. The properties of this energy vary based on application and intention. In it's purest form it has the ability to heal targets of various conditions such as injury or poisoning, however, cannot replace severed limbs. In a more crude form, it has more damaging properties, burning targets with wounds that take longer to heal than your typical burn.
Weaknesses: Liam does not possess any abilities which make him resistant to physical damage, as a result, he is easily shaken and injured. While logically, he could heal himself, the mental trauma of physical injury is enough to rattle him to the point of making use of his powers difficult.
Physical Disabilities : None




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Personality :
Liam was never truly accepted by his peers, even before his mutation presented itself. As a result, he is slow to trust strangers and is very reserved, and easily intimidated. He prefers to keep to himself to avoid rejection or judgment from others. Some take this as an insult and misinterpret him as being stuck up, or "too good" for others when in reality, it is instinct and self-preservation in its simplest form. The irony here is, Liam tends to judge others rather harshly. He has grown into a rather bitter young man after all the abuse he's sustained, however, lacks the backbone to speak up and say what he really thinks.

Biography :
Liam grew up in a military family, his father being in the marines, and that meant that he had to get used to the idea of being uprooted often. Having never lived in the same place for longer than four years, Liam tired of constantly having to start over and make friends. In time he came to see friendship and social acceptance as a trivial and pointless endeavor and secluded within himself. This provided no safe haven from social life as he was targetted by bullies for being such a loner.

When his father retired from the Marines, Liam was thirteen and on the precipice of his own mutation. His family returned to his parents home-town of Seattle. Entering high school, Liam continued his habit of obscurity, treating the move like any other, but high school is difficult for any teen. Liam quickly found himself picked on by his classmates once again. It was at this point in his life that Liam's powers began to manifest. He started seeing some of his fellow students and even his instructors for what they were, mutants, just like him. He struggled to hide his gifts, cursing them at first for drawing unwanted attention. Liam knew what was happening to him, with talk of Mutants being heard more and more in the city. Fearful of being exposed, Liam struggled to keep his secret, avoiding exposing himself for what he was, fearful of the abuse and rejection he might receive if he were to be exposed.

Other : Nothing to report

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Tsugetsa Domonxxx






They Call Me ;;xx Domo-Domo, Domo-kun, The Black Tiger.
Candles? ;;xx
Nine-to-Five ;;xx Espada/Arancarr/______.


I guess I can tell you something about me...
Domon is a self sacrificing loyal combatant with an attitude which thrives in conflicts which he tends to instigate from the get go. His confident "I Dare You" personality can be quite easy to overcome if approached in kind, knowing his challenging nature. However, back down or shy away and Domon will forever place you below him. Overcome him or surpass his expectations and he will actually respect and look up to you. But if you ignore, insult, or impose on him, he will never forgive you. It is difficult for one to change the way Domon looks at them after this first impression has been established.


To tell you the truth, my life is pretty badass...
Feudal Japan saw the rise and fall of a great number of great samurai, one inparticular was a ronin by the name of Tsugetsa Domon. Known for living a mercenary lifestyle for the simple pay of fighting in the greatest battles in history, Domon fought to bring himself honor and a lasting legacy. However the day he fell in combat, he came to realize that his dream faded into the pages of history faster than perfume on a summer wind. Tsugetsa Domon's legacy of the great warrior he had fought so hard to sculpt and refine was rendered nothing more than a footnote. This harsh grudge against those who lived on to become great warriors ate away at his soul until he forced himself into becoming a hollow due to the hate and negative emotion which grew inside of him, corroding his soul chain at an alarming rate.
In Hollowdom, Domon roamed the battlefields of Asia, feeding on the souls of fallen warriors and other hollows he happened across, reaching a satisfaction he could only acheive in the ending of the lives of others. Just as he had taken pride and pleasure in winning battles and honor to himself, his instincts honed in on the hunter's instinct of the killer he had become. Abandoning all honor, integrity and virtue of a true warrior of legend, Tsugetsa Domon transformed himself into a monster, feeding and climbing the Hollow evolutionary ladder, fixated on the goal of ending lives for no purpose at all. As this evil desire welled up within him, Domon had come to find that this change within his resolve had a physical result, his right arm taking a rather sinister form, Cursed. Domon managed to harness that curse, taking every setback he found and used it to his advantage.
He reached his zenith when he cracked his mask in a battle with another hollow who's strength rivaled his own. Shaken but not defeated, Domon finished the battle and fed upon his prey, however became fixated on the flaw in his bone white mask, finally deciding that he would remove it completely, becoming an Arancarr. Granted new power, and a new form, Domon continued his quest more efficiently, eventually capturing the attention of the Legendary Espada. Confronted by this crossroads, he was given a choice as his brother arancarr approached him, asking him to join their ranks. Compelled to fight like the Mercenary Ronin he was long past, he took his place at the Table of the Ten Swords, a number branded upon his chest, Fighting and killing for the Espada, for hollow-kind.


My partner in crime is...


~Techniques~


Domon is an upredictable warrior, professional at using his gifts in the most destructive way possible while still maintaining versitility. The source of all of Domons strengths can be traced to one feature which fuels all of them, Domon has a massive reserve of raw spiritual energy. Like a dam holding back a river, Domon's sealed form harnesses the pressure and power this spiritual energy posesses and applies it in various ways, however most primarily is to enhance his strength. Domon is known for using brute force and relentless fury to obliterate opponents by sheer strength, hacking them to peices or beating them to a pulp. Secondly to his strength, Domon is known to favor destructive spiritual attacks like Cero, Cero Oscuras and his various custom techniques which also impliment his tremendous reserves. Lastly, Domon favors a strong defensive, however is not afraid to take a hit if it means damaging his oponent in the process as well, as such, he actively applies his riatsu towards regeneration.

Bala
Though less powerful than a Cero, the Bala is twenty times faster than a Cero. The speed of a Bala is directly proportionate to the speed of the user. It has been shown to be faster than an average Shunpo.

Acidic Touch: When a Hollow grabs a Human with their hands, the spot where the person was grabbed is shown to get burned as if acid were poured onto it. This was shown when Orihime was grabbed in the leg, and on the wound on Chad's back. These wounds seem to allow the Hollow's reiatsu to seep into the person, causing great pain to the victim. The wounds can heal if given enough time though, and it is unknown if this ability works on Shinigami or other spiritually powerful beings.

Cero is a highly powerful and relatively swift energy blast that can be fired from various body parts, such as mouth, tongue, hand or fingers
Cero Oscuras: Only used by the top four Espada, this is an extremely powerful form of Cero which is akin to man Hollow using Cero at once. It is so powerful that it is forbidden to be used inside of Las Noches.
Gran Rey Cero: This form of Cero is used by all Espada, but is somewhat weaker than Cero Oscuras. It, like Cero Oscuras, has a large blast radius and is highly destructive. Despite being weaker, it is also forbidden within the walls of Las Noches.

Hierro
All Arrancar have this, but the degree to which they have it depends on their power level. In essence, this is how hard the skin of an Arrancar is. It is like armor. It can only be cut by those who are able to measure the spiritual density of it and raise their power higher than said density.

Garganta
The equivalent of a Shinigami Senkaimon. The Garganta is an alternate realm full of swirling energy and completely void of light besides the white energy swirling around in it. To use it, an Arrancar must be able to form a pathway underneath their feet or they will fall into the void. This requires immense control over reiatsu.

High-Speed Regeneration is the ability that allows a Hollow to heal most injuries very quickly, with the exception of the destruction of the head or vital organs.

Custom abilities:
Cursed arm hierro - The hierro on his cursed arm is durable to the point of soul steel, simply because of the fact its nature matches that of his zampaktou.

Cursed arm augmentation - Riatsu based attacks, when channeled through his right arm are strengthened due to the concentration of evil and hollow nature in that part of his body. Also, this allows him further control of this Riatsu, enabling him to form it into unique attacks...

- Término (Terminus) is an ability used on opponents within a short range, essentially serving a Shotgun version of a Cero. Deadly at close range with a wide area of affect, while nearly useless from further distances.

- Fijacion (fortification) is used through application of large amounts of Riatsu into Domon's cursed Right arm. The augmentation of this riatsu through his heavily defended arm releases this spiritual energy in the form of a round barrier extending from the palm of his hand with a diameter of about two meters.

- Sable (Sabre) Unleashes crescent waves of Spiritual energy in a very raw and unstable form. Rather than simply cutting an opponent upon contact, it detonates and ignites in a devistating explosion. These arcs can be sent by blade or by melee strike, depending only on the focal point of the riatsu used to create the attack.



Arrancar Release State

"Tear, Odio!"






Odio does not change Domon's appearance too drastically aside from the obvious, the color of his hair fades to a grey-white as it now expands down his back, spiking up messily throughout. His clothing takes a much edgier appearance, his mask fragment becomes a steel plate across his forehead and Steel bracing extends along his left arm. Domon's mighty sword doubles in size and is now a two edged Claymore which he still wields easily with one hand.
However, the primary change in Domon's resurrected form is the change in his Cursed arm. Turning from black to a vivid red. Rather than augmenting Domon's abilities in a defensive manner, this change actually causes any attacks released from that to be more destructive, essentially giving Domon full access to 100% of his riatsu reserves and use them as he sees fit, essentially making him a powerhouse of mellee combat. Fury, Chaos and Destruction in every attack with little regards to taking damage himself.






My soft spots...

♥ Alcohol.
♥ Violence.
♥ Women.
♥ Chaos.
♥ Anger.
♥ Fighting Winning!
♥ Destroying things.
♥ Power.
♥ Pain.



Uch, no thanks.

✖ Kids.
✖ Sweets.
✖ Hospitals.
✖ Pitty.
✖ Defeat.



Tch, I'm not afraid!

☂ Becoming Obselete.
☂ Death.
☂ Change (internal)


Dig This Beat ;;xx Unbound (The Wild Ride) - Avenged Sevenfold..
They Make Me Grin ;;xx (This could be you!).




xxxRaxephlon

Username: LegitimateRisk
Name: Issac Rockford

Age: XXXX Appears in his mid twenties
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 189lbs
Hair: Faded Silver
Eyes: Eerie Green

Blood Type: O-
Medical Condition: Bipolar Disorder, Mentally unstable.

Wardrobe: Rock-star apparel, Dark colors, Jeans, chains and loose fitting coats with tight fitting shirts.
Physical Appearance: hardly intimidating, Issac appears of average build and complexion. Long silver hair falls at his shoulders and frequently masks his face on one side or the other. Various tattoos litter his body, too numerous to describe.

Likes:
Violence, Bloodshed, War, Steel, Fire, Chaos, Anarchy, Alcohol, Sex, and Sushi.
Dislikes:
Peace-loving optimists, naivity, children, sweets, powerlessness
Fears:
To have failed his destined purpose in life, bringing about the end of the world by any means necessary.
Relationships:
Formerly Married, Single and looking! Though, better not let MIA know about it.
Personality:
Elusive and devious, to say the least. Issac almost instantly leads those around him with the impression he cant be trusted, despite the fact he attempts to play into people's natural want to trust people. As such, he has an affinity for "sneaking into the lives of strangers and letting them fall apart to a new rythum, just to feel better."



Species: Human
Ethnicity: English / American
Race: Bount
Affiliation: His own.



Past Affiliations:
Timeline: Born a privileged young man in early London. Married a lower class woman. Began showing signs of instability. Killed his wife when confronted, feeding upon her soul during his transition into a Bount. Erased his own memories of the event and his wife altogether. Traveled the world in search of answers and broadened his horizons in focus of his obsession over music. Gained power and experience as he traveled across war-torn Europe. Formed his Doll who took on the image of his deceased wife, though neither of them have any recollection of the woman. Ventured to America during the rise of Rock-n-Roll and quickly obsessed. Honed his skills in musical manipulation and adapted the violent and anarchistic movements of Rock music as well as Metal. Believed he was destined to bring about the end of the world. Set out for Karakura town as the perfect place to begin the fall of all life and order.
History:

Issac grew up the life of a Human, surviving three generations of Noble British blood, he lived a life of luxury and comfort. not quite prestige or honored highly a midst society, Issac was wealthy enough to afford schooling and acquired a promising career at a well established firm in London. A strong affinity for music crowned his distinguished reputation as he came to be known well in all social circles for his musical talents with most any instrument. Comfort truly described his lifestyle, however this played into his darkest places as well. Issac often had difficulty controlling his anger, snapping over the smallest things and often taking out that aggression on nearby objects, but he managed himself with extreme care and optimism.
With time, he fell in love with a sweet lower class girl who had stumbled into his office out of the rain. He offered to help her and offer her sanctuary from the storm outside and the two of them talked for hours. Issac Rockford was determined to make her his own, and only a short two months later, he wedded her, taking her into his estate and exposing to a world she only dreamed of. A rags to riches story indeed. however it did not end with a happy resolution.
As time passed, Issac could not hide his weakness from his wife, in time she began to worry for her beloved. His spells of anger seemed to rise from nowhere and go on for an hour or two at a time, all she could do was offer him consolation or attempt to calm him somehow. but this was becoming harder and harder to accomplish, as if the man were changing, as if something within him was awakening, causing unrest, violence, cravings. In fact, the man's true nature, true heritage was beginning to emerge. Thanks to events taking place worlds away from his comfortable life, his fate had been warped as his soul had been intertwined from birth with the spiritual world, He was a bount, and his spiritual nature was anything but sated with the needs it forced upon him. His fits of rage were in fact, caused by his cravings for souls. Issac Rockford was quickly becoming a monster, and his beloved was the closest soul to his own.
One early Sunday evening, Issac's beautiful young wife came to his side and voiced to him her concern for his well being, she confessed that she feared for his mind and his soul and urged him to seek help. She swore to Issac she would never leave his side no matter what but begged him to take action. Issac did indeed take action. He reacted irrationally, instantly taking offense, accusing his loving wife of distrusting him, for not believing in him and his ability to sate the demon within. This discord quickly erupted into a fit of rage and in the zenith of his episode, he struck his wife. Again and again, eventually burring his teeth into her neck and harvesting her still living soul as she cried.
For the first time, Issac had taken another human life, he had consumed a human soul, and had become a Bount, however the terror he felt as he realized what he had done was far more than his fragile, confused mind could fathom. He flailed about mentally, trying to form a single rational explanation for what he had done or what he had become but found none. He had broken, his mind, his soul, and his heart. From the inside out, he was no longer a man, no longer sane, no longer alive. Issac Rockford, the man, had died that night as did his poor wife. But Issac Rockford the Bount had been born, refusing to confess any guilt for the sin he had no intention of committing. In his mind, he decided that he was far better off living as if he had never met the woman had ever existed to begin with. He forgot her name, her face, her smile, her loving heart. The woman vanished from his life and from his memory, and as the wounds in his mind and soul healed, they healed without those memories. To this day, Issac has no recollection of that life.
He began to travel the world, abandoning his estate and his reputation for a new life somewhere far away, taking with him his love for music. His broken mind latched onto the only love he could recall, replacing the ravaged and destroyed images with the beauty and articulation of music. Each place he ventured to, he found a new form of the mysterious power music seemed to hold woven deep within. He studied them and in time, found a way to manipulate the spiritual power which music seemed to hold.
In the years that followed, Issac learned more about his bount herritage and acquired all sorts of skills and techniques. In time he even learned the art of forming himself a Doll, the ultimate weapon and partner to the Bount Race. He longed for a companion, and sought for himself a way to truly tap into the power in music he had discovered and obsessed over for so many years. Consuming soul after soul, travelling place to place, growing stronger and stronger with passing days, Issac finally slipped away from civilization to split off a peice of his own damaged, broken soul into a Doll. The process was painstaking, hours of pain and exhausting effort passed before he finally had completed the ancient ceremony. As he looked upon the creation before him, a part of his broken heart seemed to throb once again. Not in joy, but in guilt, the reason he could not know. For the doll he had created had formed a body of a beautiful woman from his past, who's identity the man could not recall. The pang of guilt mixed with the adoration of love filled him as he took the woman into his arms like a long lost lover. He simply named her Mia, coined from the title given to soldiers who were Missing in Action, as his memories.
The two travelled together, Mia, derrived from Issac's own soul, born from his sins and his desires alike, tempted him into the darkness, however she shared in his adoration of music and the mysterious spiritual connection it held. She displayed to Issac her ability to manipulate that music he had obsessed over. She could warp it, alter it, and give it traits which it could not do on its own. As if every note, every melody held this potential, waiting for the talented hands of Mia to play with them as she pleased. Issac grew jelous, in time he found a dark hatred for the woman had mixed with his love for her. However these never came to surface.
Issac and Mia had reached america in there travels following World War Two, feeding on the souls of fallen soldiers across Europe and growing stronger and stronger yet in surprising speed. It seemed the lost and confused souls of the fallen men, whatever their race, were drawn to Mia's music and her beauty all the same as each one played into her trap and were fed upon by Issac. But in America, it was not sustinence that had drawn the pair, but the music. An outbreak of a new idea had gained the eyes of the world as the most prosperous nation in the human world indulged in its own comfort. But with this idea of conformity, correctness, and comfortable living, a counterculture had been born sporting Racy, fast, loud music which insulted the ears of the utopia the nation sought to become. It was this counterculture, its ideals, and its music that had captured the Musical duo. Issac had found something he had never known he was missing. As if it were his true calling, this Rock-n-Roll played the strings of his heart and quickly became intertwined in his soul. As the Genre evolved, so did his obsession for it. The way he dressed, behaved, thought and beleived all seemed to revolve around the rebellious and devious ideas of Rock as it continued to evolve. Even Mia had become warped and tainted with it's sinful and sultry appeal. Metal continued to play at the man as he embraced the idea of Anarchy and chaos, blood and death, fire and steel, violence and death. Issac demanded Mia give him her talents, obsessed with the music and wanting desperate to tap into the power this music held, aspiring to see the visions realized by the power he had acquired over the years. Issac asserted himself over the Doll, declaring that bringing about the end of the world had been his destiny all along, and Mia was to aid him, that she belonged to him and only him and would see the world burn by their hands. Born of Issac's sins and passions, Mia more than willingly obliged. And as she offered up her hand to the Bount she took on her truest form, a beautiful electric guitar of steel and stone.
In the ages to follow, Issac and Mia marched across the world, building a reputation as a nightmare and a demon to the mortal humans. A mad man and his accomplice right out of hell itself. Tapping into his powers to the fullest, weilding them with flawless precision and execution, Issac's obsession over the music he worshipped drove him to relentlessly practice and hone his talents for the sake of realizing his destiny as the bringer of armagedon. Hearing rumor of the spiritual captial of the world, Issac could think of no better place to start the blaze which would overtake the entire world.


Item: Electric Guitar
Doll: MIA (Missing In Action) - Named for the fact that Issac feels a vague familiarity for his doll, but the memories seem to be missing. (PLAYED BY NEPHILLE)
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⇢「xᴀɢᴇx Sixty-Nine, Appears in his late Twenties.

⇢「xɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀx」Male

⇢「xᴄᴏʟᴏɴʏx」Vera Aurora

⇢「xᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴx」Vera Aurora Combat Pilot


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⇢「xᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏx」Domon Tsugesta is an ambitious and stubborn soul. He takes pride in the things he excels in to the point of arrogance. Described as cocky and abrasive by his peers, Domon is a very difficult person to get along with if one has not earned his trust, a difficult thing to do given his own self-centered personality. He values the opinions and input of others second to his own intuition, and this gets him into trouble quite often despite the mental link shared between the Hama.

⇢「xʙɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏx」Domon's life began as many others of the Hama did, the emergence of his powers, his infantile battle for survival at the hands of the gene manipulating microbes responsible for his gift, and finally the countless days learning to hone those skills. Until finally one day Domon managed to master his gifts and progress to a state of independence. However there was one thing about the red-eyed male that made it nearly impossible for him to mesh with the society of the Hama, he was stubborn. If someone tried to show him a task, he would resent their help and force himself to learn it on his own. Once he had, he would boast about the feat to his peers.
Domon had little place among the other survivors of the Vera Aurora's crew, and took it upon himself to become a pilot. He loved the freedom that flying in his own vessel granted, and the potential to shine among his peers in yet another arena, in defending his people from some unknown threat lurking beyond the stars.
Domon dedicated his entire focus to training his body and his mind to withstand the strain, the hardship, the challenge of piloting a fighter vessel, and to make matters worse on himself, he chose from the fleet the Mark VI vessel fighter, a class of fighter which was shunned by his peers due to its difficulty to fly and maneuver in combat simulations. The challenge beckoned Domon test his might against it, and he accepted. Weeks of arduous training, endless simulations, finally paid off as he reached a passing score on the Combat pilot evaluation simulation, hallmarking his status as a pilot. However Domon never stopped honing his skills and pushing his own limits. Many of the his people laughed at his obsession, claiming that his skills were wasted, that there was no need for such violent skills after so many years of peace! But Domon challenged the stars, he demanded a fight, a challenge, and he prepared every day for it's arrival.



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⇢「xᴇxᴛʀᴀx」While the Hama as a whole lack physical strength but make up for it with their mental abilities, Domon trains his body as well as his mind, keeping his physical state in peak condition. However he also has a bit of a drinking problem.



「xLegitimate Riskx」