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 Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 12:12 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:00 am
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Full Name: Victor Hadrian Vex Vandenburg, First Prince of Damect, God of Time and Prophecy.
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Age: I dunno....10,000...ish?
Details (hair/eye color, height, ect…): Gray eyes, white-blonde hair kept in a ponytail just past the shoulder. I stand at 6'10" and weigh around 210lbs. Though I am not quite as muscular as one who spends all his time working out and more on the slender side, I am powerful enough to cause you very intense pain with a simple swing of my arm.
Summary: ...there has been much suffering in my life. I'd rather not discuss it. But very well, you wish to know my past? What do you wish to know? Do you mean something aside from watching my mother die by being torn apart before my very eyes? Or perhaps something other than seeing the woman I love be killed twice? OH, you can't mean things like being abused and held captive by a psychotic Goddess! No, nothing exciting to talk about in my life. There's really nothing to tell you about.
Personality: They say that I'm extremely sarcastic, rude, and dry-humored. Personally I don't see it. I won't deny I tend to be cold, but that's just because I couldn't care less how people see me.
Weapons: I typically use either my metal claws or a halberd, but I am perfectly capable of hand-to-hand combat.
Species (also race/social standing/ect): I'm a Beast God. My blood is Damectian with Russian-Greek heritage. I'm a Prince, and leader of a few organizations.
Likes: Halflings and other animal-like beasts. Was-ka, my children, and my mother. I also seem to have gathered an odd liking of pancakes recently...
Dislikes: Most relatives. The Gods. Blood-drinking.
Hates: Vladimir. My father.
Quote (just a quote that describes their personality best): "There is no such thing as 'bad luck'. The only thing dangerous about breaking a mirror is you can step on the glass. It's the same thing really. You step on the glass the same way you step into danger. Luck has nothing to do with it. You're just a dumbass."
Anything else you feel we should know?: I'm not one to be trifled with. Unless you are somehow considered my friend, I suggest you keep your distance or you may lose a limb or two.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:17 am
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Full Name: Experiment Model B-4, registered as Vier.
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Age: 4,000, give or take a few hundred. I don't really care that much.
Details (hair/eye color, height, ect…): I have ice blue eyes, and blonde hair that is cropped at a slightly longer than average length. I am five feet and eight inches tall, and I weight a good 165lbs. I am very lean and slender in physique, but don't think that makes me any less capable. I have plenty of muscle and I know how to use it. The number four was tattooed on the back of my neck, which is why I keep my hair long. As for scars I am completely covered in them; my entire body was cut into peices and I have been sewn back together. I also have a long monkey tail that honestly serves almost no purpose.
Summary: I am an experiment that was created to serve no purpose other than kill the Goddess Shadowedstar; an objective that I have failed. After I was cut apart by the cult opposing mine, I lost my memory and was repaired by Shadowedstar. Years later I started to remember, and sought out my brothers. Now we are together and I am...satisfied, I suppose. There is very little to say about myself.
Personality: I'm very blunt with not much humor to speak of. I don't like people, and would much prefer I was left alone. I won't deny that I'm a bit...insane.
Weapons: I fight with a staff, and use runes to do magic. I am also well-trained in the use of nearly every weapon and can do multiple different forms of martial arts.
Species (also race/social standing/ect): I'm a patchwork of genes from a White God, a monkey God, and a small bit of human. I suppose one might say I'm lower than a mere human in social standing.
Likes: I don't "like" things. I enjoy fighting because it gives me something to focus on, but little else.
Dislikes: Can I just say "everything" here? No? Ah, well. I'm going to anyway. Deal with it.
Hates: Who do I hate? Victor. I also hate life, but eh.
Quote (just a quote that describes their personality best): "So while you brought yourself to all this trouble to "rescue" me, did you stop to think about exactly what you were doing? Did you think that maybe, just maybe, you could save me by letting me go?I am not meant for this world, same as you. We do not belong here, and while you stay by choice I do not. I stay because you force me to stay. If you want to rescue me so badly, then kill me. Let me leave."
Anything else you feel we should know?: I'm not a bad person. I'm just...damaged. I want to rest.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:35 am
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Full Name: Shadowedstar Vandenburg.
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Age: Um...you know it's rude to ask a lady's age! But oh well I guess. I'm almost 5,000.
Details (hair/eye color, height, ect…): I have emerald green eyes and dark brown hair with purple streaked in. I'm 5'8" and weight at most 150lbs. Even though I'm very athletic I still have a rather, um...generous...chest. I want to get the Vandenburg crest tattooed on me like Victor, but he won't let me. I have a few small scars, but other than the claimbite Victor gave me on my shoulder, nothing major. Extra things would be the large cats ears and cat tail that I've given myself.
Summary: Um...lots of interesting things have happened to me...meeting the Vandenburgs, dying, having Victor's children... But I've been well protected from heartache and suffering, and my memory has been tampered with so much I can't remember a lot of my life, so other than a few fond memories I don't have much to share. I just know I've always been surrounded by love.
Personality: Everyone always calls me silly and childish. That's not it! I just believe that if you try hard enough you can make the world better. There's so much sadness everywhere...I'm happy and excitable because I want to change that. I always give 100% to help people because I want to always make lives better.
Weapons: I fight with my body, by transforming into something that can fight. But I'm also able to handle myself in a fist-fight and am a rather good archer.
Species (also race/social standing/ect): I'm a hybrid of White God and Dragon God. I'm also married to a prince so I guess I'm a princess of sorts? Also, I'm God of Shadow and Lost Souls.
Likes: everything! I really enjoy salted mackerel and pancakes though.
Dislikes: I don't really like the water, but it's alright so long as I'm not in it. and being sick. I get sick really easily.
Hates: ...I hate...badness. I know that sounds childish but I mean BADNESS. Like, I hate what makes people do awful things, and what causes suffering.
Quote (just a quote that describes their personality best): "I just...I can't stand how there's so much pain around me...and there's nothing I can do to help. Everything I do just seems to make it worse. What am I supposed to do? I can't just sit here and do nothing about it!"
Anything else you feel we should know?: I love meeting new people and helping out whenever I can. Would you like to be my friend?
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 5:04 pm
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Full Name: My full name is Vithmon Antonius Tank Vandenburg, Fourth Prince of Damect, Beast God of Trickery, Mischief, and Water.
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Age: 7,300...ish.
Details (hair/eye color, height, ect…): My eyes are purple and my hair is blonde with black streaks. It's cut rather short compared to how I used to keep it, but still rather long. I spike it out though so it doesn't look too long. I am 6'3" tall, and weigh 190lbs. I'm rather scrawny for my race, and lacking in large build, but I'm a healthy shape; no ribs or rolls of fat showing. My body is covered in tattoos and I refuse to list them. Not many scars, mostly just the ones on my wrists. Extras are my horns, tail, and wings.
Summary: my history: I screw up people's lives, they hate me, we fight. Nothing more to it. I was in Damectian prison once, but I was freed. I don't recommend it. Basically, don't mess with me.
Personality: I don't have one; all my emotions are faked to let me blend in. But the persona I've made for myself is witty, snarky, and always taking shots at others.
Weapons: Double katana, mental attacks
Species (also race/social standing/ect): I'm a Beast God, with Japanese blood. Aside from being a rather low-class Prince, I'm the creator of a few races so I guess I'm kind of a King.
Likes: ...........I don't like anything.
Dislikes: The only thing I "don't like" is being called a liar.
Hates: One might say I "hate" my father.
Quote (just a quote that describes their personality best): “Though I will not hesitate to trick you in any way I can, I will never lie to you. Those with silver tongues will find I have many treasures to offer them. Unfortunately, if you are dull-witted or foolish…it is not so bad a fate to feed a greater being.”
Anything else you feel we should know?: I'm not so bad to be around provided you have a shred of common sense in your pretty little head.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 5:28 pm
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Full Name: My name is Morgan Bassilio Vasilískos.
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Age: ..er...you tell me, buddy.
Details (hair/eye color, height, ect…): No eye color; no eyes. My hair looks black or dark brown at first glance, but it's actually a very dark green color. I am 7'2" tall, and weigh I dunno...340lbs? I don't really weigh myself. I look skinny because I'm so tall, but I have quite a bit of muscle mass. I've got a hell of a lot of scars from all the times people have tried to kill me, but none that are worth mentioning. I have a Vandenburg crest tattooed on my right shoulder from when I began serving Vithmon, but not much else. As for extras...I've got patches of scales on my thighs, forearms, neck, and the center of my chest. Also, my nails are tinted black-green and contain a poison that can make things rather uncomfortable for you. Also, I always either wear sunglasses or wrap my eyes, since just seeing my entire face will turn you to stone.
Summary: When I was young I gouged out my eyes in hopes that it would let me get close to people, but it didn't help. I just had my brother Pegasus for a while, but we couldn't really communicate very well. Then Vithmon came to me and offered his help. He helped me learn to see without eyes, and gave Pegasus the ability to speak with his mind. Now I work for him...I'm happy enough with my life. I'm very content with my wife, Red.
Personality: I'm pretty funny when I want to be, and it's hard to anger me. I'm also a gigantic nerd, so I know quite a bit about the mortal realm and its tv shows/games. People generally really like me until...well, until they find out what I am.
Weapons: I'm not really trained in any fighting style, but I've learned how to win in a battle with armed warriors so I guess I'm good. Also, my alternate form is an enormous 300ft snake so I have a tiiiiny advantage.
Species (also race/social standing/ect): I'm a basilisk, plain and simple. My father was a dragon but no one seems to think that matters. My social standing? Scum of the earth, baby.
Likes: games, tv, quiet, warmth, sunlight
Dislikes: being cold, loud places, judgment
Hates: being mocked for the way I speak in my snake form,
Quote (just a quote that describes their personality best): "If I had been granted wings by the Gods, I would not hesitate to leave this world. And why would I? I am unwanted by all, and have no attachments to this place. It would be better for me to go, and find somewhere that none know me, so that I can finally walk by a mother and her child without making the mother curse curse my name and try to hide her child in her skirts."
Anything else you feel we should know?: It's not my fault that I was born as I was. I'd rather not have attention drawn to the fact that I'm part of the most dangerous non-celestial race to ever exist.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 6:00 pm
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Full Name: Valtor Xavier Calfe Vandenburg, Third Prince of Damect, Beast God of Air and Power.
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Age: 8,500.
Details (hair/eye color, height, ect…): My hair is naturally dark blonde, but I dye it all the time. It's also styled various ways, but I always keep it long. My eyes are bright red. I'm 6'10" and I weigh a LOT. I'm pretty densely packed...I think I passed 300lbs a while ago. Though Victor and I are basically twins, I'm actually quite a bit more muscled than him. It's just hard to tell unless we stand side by side. And I'm hotter~ I have the Vandenburg family crest branded between my hips as low as I could get it, and heart tattoos that trail down from my left breast to the family crest. Also, I've got quite a few peircings. As for scars...nah. Not my thing. I have horns, a tail, and wings, like the rest of my family, except I actually have two pairs of wings; one the normal demon set and the other red feathers.
Summary: When I was younger I was captured and...things happened. That led to me being the nympho I am today~ My soul was shattered by my soul mate, but I'm more or less stable now. I have a bunch of adorable children now, too! I guess aside from getting thrashed every once in a while, I'm pretty happy~
Personality: I'm pretty easy to annoy and tick off, but I'm generally pretty nice. I like to flirt with people, even when I'm not allowed to have them. I will defend the people I love and damn anyone that I don't like.
Weapons: I fight with my claws, teeth, and hands. There's nothing I can't eventually tear apart.
Species (also race/social standing/ect): I'm a Beast God....but I'm a bit..different. I'm a bit of a mutant. I've also picked up quite a few titles, but I don't think I'll list all of them. There's a lot.
Likes: food. I love me my food. and love. and flying and singing. I really ove being with people, though.
Dislikes: being disliked. closed in areas. having to sit still.
Hates: Being taken advantage of. In both senses.
Quote (just a quote that describes their personality best): "Yeah, I've suffered. But you don't see me moping around like an idiot. When you get the s**t kicked out of you, you pick yourself up and get over it as soon as you can. You don't sit there and worry over it. What good is that?"
Anything else you feel we should know?: I have a band called Soul Replica~ we don't do many shows but we have a lot of fans.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 6:37 pm
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Full Name: My complete name is Havoc Elius Lu Liam, Beast God of Mayhem and Havoc.
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Age: 8,000
Details (hair/eye color, height, ect…): Red eyes and red hair. My hair is cut at random lengths because I like to hide my horns in it. I'm 5'11" and weigh 180lbs. I'm well built and very fit, but I have a very slight figure. I actually kind of look like a girl...but I assure you, I'm a guy. The Vandenburg crest is branded on my right inner thigh, I have been branded as a rogue of the Vireo tribe over the left side of my face, and I have my crossed-out Vireo mark on my right hip. As for extra bits, I have two small black horns on my head.
Summary: Victor took me into his service when I was younger, and I've pretty much stuck with him ever since, as a familiar and best friend. When I got banished from the Vireo tribe he handed my contract over to Alexia, but I'll always be his servant. It's just how it is. I'll always stand by him, even if it leads me to my death.
Personality: Everyone tells me I'm too bound by honor to be a proper Beast God, but I'm not. They're all just as honorable as I am, they just get pushed past the boundaries of right and wrong too often for them to see it. I enjoy playing pranks and making fun, but I'm loyal and I won't ever betray you.
Weapons: I fight with scimitars and dageers, and know how to fight with my feet. Mostly though I just send in doppelgangers to fight for me.
Species (also race/social standing/ect): I'm technically a Beast God, but I have some blood from the Egyptian Pantheon. I don't really have a place in society...
Likes: dancing, music, pranks, riddles
Dislikes: being useless, pity, having to stand still.
Hates: being ignored, being alone,
Quote (just a quote that describes their personality best): "Look, I'm fine, okay? Yes, I'm injured. Yes, I probably won't ever get to have fun like I used to ever again. But I'm fine. Really. It was worth it. Would you rather I had saved myself and let your brother die? It's better this way."
Anything else you feel we should know?: I may be in less than perfect condition, but don't you dare treat me any different than you'd treat someone else. I'm not broken. I'm not.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 7:09 pm
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Full Name: Red. You can call me Red. I don't have any other names anymore.
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Age: 5,000
Details (hair/eye color, height, ect…): I have black eyes but they look silver in my wolf forms. My hair is blood red and cut short. I'm about 5'7" and weigh 150lbs. I'm athletic and rather flat-chested. Morgan says I'm the most beautiful creature in the world, but I'm only a little prettier than average.
Summary: I ran away from my tribe when they tried to "breed" me, and Valtor found me. He made me feel safe and loved so I stayed with him for a very long time. I joined his pirate crew and his band when he made them, and I'll always come running when he calls for me. I recently fell in love with Morgan, and we're trying to work out some of my...conditioning.
Personality: I'm rough and thick-skinned, but I don't try to be mean. I just don't like to coddle people. I try to be nice enough to not tick people off, but I refuse to pull punches. I say what I think. Also, I'm a bit of a closet nerd...
Weapons: I'm pretty good with a knife, and decent with a cutglass. But for the most part I just tear people apart in my Halfling form.
Species (also race/social standing/ect): I'm an Alpha wolf Halfling. My mother was a pagan wolf diety and my father was a powerful wolf spirit.
Likes: animals. handsome men. delicious foods.
Dislikes: snakes. liars. being treated like I'm less than someone. peanut butter!
Hates: getting called a dog, beingtreated like a plaything,
Quote (just a quote that describes their personality best): "I refuse to be used. I don't care who you are or how I feel about you; I'm not just some cute little puppet to do your bidding. I'm as much a person as you."
Anything else you feel we should know?: You leave me be when I don't want to be bothered and we'll get along fine.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 1:09 am
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Full Name: Skye VonGrey
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Age: 23
Details (hair/eye color, height, ect…): Black hair. I'm actually trying to grow it out again, it's at my shoulders now. My nifty little side...things are much longer though. Amethyst eyes of course! It's kinda like my charm point. Now for my standings. On Notte Eterna... My family is like a mafia. Crazy, I know! So they are like high up there. Because I never went though the official ceremonies to become an adult, they still treat me like a child. I do have a family ID number though, XIV.II . My main title I hold though, would have to be 'future Space King in training' . It's intimidating, but everyone is backing me up. I'll do a lot of good one day!
Summary: Well, Vincente and I were separated from our family when I was just 3. Since he's a butt, he hid the fact that we were not only Vampires, but our parents were still alive, from me until I was like 16 or 17. I know he had his reasons, but it would have been nice to know they were alive all that time. We did eventually reunite with then, much to Vincente's disappointment. Anyways, so at some point we met all of our friends and somehow got tangled up in an adventure to save all of life. It was scary at times, there were times I just wanted to go back to my aunts house and wait for it to all end. Me and Alastair...well, we got close. Closer than I got to any of the other on the ship. We both made mistakes, but I'm glad things have ended up the way they did. I wouldn't change my life now for anything. Thankfully, we all made it though alive and were, for the most part, able to continue on with our normal lives. Then I got stalked by this creepy substitute teacher who was like hell bent on making me, and only me, study politics and s**t! He would like, stalk me no joke! Come to find out he was actually the Space King of sector 3 who came to inform me that I was to be the next SK for sector 4. Thus beginning my adventure into the whole 'become one of the four protectors of space' thing. It's coming along fine I guess. Still not too sure about all of this.
Personality: I'm a leader! Lol jk, but really. I fight for justice, all that's right, and all that stuff. There are times that I get uncertain about myself and my choices. But everyone goes though that,right? When I say things I always mean them and as long as you got my back, I'll get yours!
Weapons: In a normal situation I'd use my trusty bat and or my taser. I'm super fast too! Together with my slim figure it's a pretty great combination!
Species (also race/social standing/ect): Simply put, I'm like a Vampire. But only kinda? Not like 'Blragh! I want to suck your blood!' lol that's just old folklore and stuff. I do drink blood but it's not my only source of nutrition. My skin and eyes are pretty sensitive to sunlight but don't worry, I won't explode into ashes if it touches me. Hmmm...I guess you could just say I'm a descendent from a race of ancient alien bloodsuckers!
Likes: Family and friends come first of course! After that, traveling. The view from space, it's amazing! Studying history. Sewing.
Dislikes: Meat. It's just...bleh. Being mistaken for a girl.
Hates: Gosh. I can't say I really 'hate' anything. It's such a strong word.
Quote (just a quote that describes their personality best): Doing this later.
Anything else you feel we should know? : I'm going to bed.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 11:34 pm
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Full Name: Nikolas Hans Hassan. Nikki for short.
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Age: 19
Details (hair/eye color, height, ect…): My hair is purple and sits just above my neck while my eyes are a swirl of purples. Being a Port Child built for BIOSCIENCE it's no surprise that i'm only 5'5. My body isn't muscular at all really and I'm thin. Boyish almost. Curse the sorry bastards that filled my birth container with the chemicals that made my body this way. I'm still kinda young, so hopefully I'll grow...
Summary: I was made in Port Venter to work in the BIOSCIENCE unit. I was raised for my position in the Education Center just like every other child made in the ports. When I was ten I was moved to the BIOSCIENCE unit to begin my work. There I met a natural birth girl, just a few years older than me. I'm not sure how to explain my feelings for her. Love? Compassion? I'm not really sure. She was a 'dirty birth' as they were called, and my job was to inject her with medications. Why? Well, propaganda of course. The ports couldn't have people running around and having natural births? She wasn't sick. She was perfectly healthy. It was partly my job to make her sick and deformed. Ultimately it killed her. That experience changed something in me. Once I figure out a way to reverse the chemical they filled my birth container with, I'll have a natural birthed child. A lot of them. I met Siren when I was fourteen. He was brought to Port Venter and I just so happened to be part of the group examining him. A disgusting monster -human hybrid. It wasn't exactly something I cared much for. Still, my superior insisted I work on this project. He was very forceful about this. Not one of my greatest moments whenever that man was involved. Anyways, somehow Siren got freed from his bindings and slaughtered the crew. He nearly killed me, but for some reason he stopped. Why? No idea. He left me there bleeding. Later on I was approached by a secret organization, PLUTO, who were out to reset the current Port project. I wasn't all too interested in most of their ideas, but was all for the anti sterilization. I found Siren though this and not only got him to join PLUTO, but managed to make him my personal weapon. He'll do whatever I say and protect me with his life. All I have to do is give him orders. It's a perfect set up on my account. As for Didi, Biddy, and Fife. We just kind of ran into them during one of my missions. I don't like it, but they have come in handy at times. I hate to admit that about a bunch of violent out lander. With the exception of Biddy. Damn Port girl who's a natural birth, she's probably into girls though because she pretends like she has no interest in me.
Personality: I'm basically superior in every way. Personality? I'm confident, smart, some may say manipulative. I'll do whatever to get what I want. I don't care about many people really, what's the point of it anyways? I'll look out for myself and that's about it.
Weapons: Siren is all the weapon I need. Hm,but if he somehow fails me I've always got my hidden pistol....wait, where is that damn thing!?
Species (also race/social standing/ect): Human. To be more specific, a 'Port Child'. I'm not a dirty out lander. I was created in Port Venter to work in the BIOSCIENCE unit. I'm still human none the less. Just a highly respected human.
Likes: Strong natural birth women are my favorite, but I'll settle for a one night thing with a sterile Port woman. Biology obviously. Being in control.
Dislikes: Not having control. Dirty out landers.The out lands. Dirty stuff in general. Didi and Fife. Being dirty. Being so small and girly looking.
Hates: Him. The current Port Systems.
Quote (just a quote that describes their personality best): { I'll do this later }
Anything else you feel we should know? : What can I say? I'm the best. I'm smart and good looking. I'm from a Port. I've got a pet that will rip you apart if I just give him a signal. I'm dangerous, don't get on my bad side.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 11:54 pm
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Full Name: Micah Bird Xavier Rage. Just call me Rage.
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Age: 23
Details (hair/eye color, height, ect…): Black hair and red eyes. My hair goes down to my neck, It's kinda messy. I mean I try to style it, but it never works out right. I'm average I guess, 5'8 . Not all bulky or anything, I mean. But there's like...a little muscle there. So I'm not exactly a beef cake? So what?
Summary: ... Do I really have to do this? Uhg, fine. I'm a total ******** up, happy? No? Whatever. Mom got pregnant young. She married my a*****e dad. He walked out when I was six. My mom and her boyfriend did their best to raise me, but I still ended up like this. I'm a loser. I've never really had an actual friend, so school sucked a**. It was like I was walking around with a ******** target on my face! When I reached my (final) breaking point I decide that If I was going down, I was bringing as many a*****e as I could with me. So I tried to blow up my high school while at the same time going to take down my damn biological father. Turns out the bomb didn't go off at the school...but the one I was carrying went of prematurely. So I managed to be the only one that got ******** by that. Then I got sent to PA for terrorist threat and attempted murder. Not exactly PA worthy if you ask me. Prison sucked...That's when I met those guys. We broke out of PA, which is a miracle all on it's own. Met Skye though and...unfortunate event and been in ******** hiding since. Happy? I'm a ******** loser. I'm done.
Personality: Angry? I guess. Not that I do much about it. Can't exactly get real help or anything. Not that anyone could help me anyways...
Weapons: I like explosives. But...I guess I'll have to do with like a stick or something? My kicks and punches never really do much...
Species (also race/social standing/ect): Dude. I don't know? Guess I'm a mix of a bunch of stuff? Sorry I'm not a ******** pure blood.
Likes: My mom, her boyfriend, and my little brother Skye VonGrey. What? He's...He's inspirational! Romantic comedies. It's not a girl thing!
Dislikes: Silvio's nasty cooking. Having to watch sports with Taga and Luke. Mom's nagging. My little brother going in my room at my mom's house.
Hates: Really? Fine. Myself and every mistake I've made. All the people who hurt me, and all the people who are going to hurt me. I hate that I've hurt my family so much. I hate being used. ********! I hate the guy that's ******** me! I don't even like guys! I hate my ******** life. I hate that I'm afraid of dying. I just...
Quote (just a quote that describes their personality best): " I hate being so useless...but not being able to do s**t about it. It makes me feel even more useless than I already am..."
" Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm a decent person! ******** do it! "
" One day...during one of your drug induced rampages, I hope you ******** kill me..."
Anything else you feel we should know? : Like what? s**t, I don't know. I ******** told you enough didn't I? ( He's got a fanboy obsession with Skye. Kinda weird actually...)
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