Prinzack
Dapper Dabbler
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Prinzack
Dapper Dabbler
Name: Lear Walker
User: Prinzack
Age: 26
DoB: August 13, 2062
Gender: Male
Origin: English
Ht/Wt: 6'1" / 168 lbs
Hair/Eye Clr: Brown / Blue
Class: Middle
Job: Bartender at "Sangria"
Personality: Born as scum and raised a soldier, Lear learned every trick in the book about masking his thoughts and feelings, controlling every flicker of true emotion in his face. Little in the world has the ability to force him to lose his cool, but as a result, he has difficulty connecting with people on a deep level. Everything he says and does is shallow, with ulterior motives. Very rarely does he actually form relationships with people, but on the outside he gets along with almost anyone.
While seemingly a friendly and outgoing people-person, Lear prefers to spend his time in still solitude. He has an extreme, deep-seated hatred for the upper-class demographic, especially the people who also work for the government. Because of this, while smiling and cheery on the outside, he has trouble looking past anyone of high rank, even if the person is good at heart.
Bio: Before Lear's birth, his father was part of the original government for Terra Volantis. With his closest companions, his father helped rule what was left of the land and eventually married his best friend. However, when new leadership forced its way into the government, his father formed a small resistance forced, consisting of his wife and his most trusted allies. Unfortunately, they were no match for the corrupt military, and in their defeat they were sent to the newly-created Section 5. Before long, Lear was born, and by the age of nine his parents could no longer face their innocent son's misfortune of having been born in such ghastly conditions. They bitterly sent him to the new government's army with the name "Devon Cooper" in hopes that he'd grow strong and live without the shadow of his father's enemies looming over him.
True to his parents' wishes, Lear grew to be a respectable and fearsome soldier. With a natural defense against pain and compromising emotions, he was selected to join the government's personal band of assassins. His ignorance to the government's corrupt control shattered when he was sent to assassinate his own parents. With his mother lifeless and his father dying at his hands, his father explained Terra Volantis's history and revealed Lear's true name. His eyes were opened, and feeling slight regret and pain for the first time, he broke free of the government's grasp and threw away his title. It took years for Lear to accept his past and his father's words, but within accepting that he accepted his destiny with bloodthirsty resolve to end the corruption that was the new government.
Reported "KIA" by the military force, Lear now lives in Section 4 and works as a bartender in "Sangria." The bar was given to him by his father, who in his dying breath revealed a hidden training facility below the bar itself. Beneath the surface, Lear plans his revenge in silence and hopes to build an army strong enough to overthrow the tyrannical leaders that plague the city.
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Dapper Dabbler
Name: Terran Hieb, goes simply by "Krik"User: Moosifer00
Age: 24
DoB: July 30, 2063
Gender: Male
Origin: German
Ht/Wt: 5'10" / 135 lbs
Hair/Eye Clr: black / green
Class: Middle
Job: Music Store Clerk
Personality: For the most part, Krik is loud and flamboyant. He loves being the center of attention and will do insane things to remain such. Though, he's a nice guy, he can be rather sadistic at times and will occasionally pick on others for the sake of his own amusement or for the amusement of others. Flirty, he will hit on just about anything that moves, male or female, whether he is truly attracted to them or not.
When approached with a serious issue, however, Krik has the ability to drop his goofy and rambunctious demeanor to get what work needs to be done completed. He is a smart person, though he hardly acts like it and can solve most problems that come his way. Whether serious or not, he enjoys a challenge or a puzzle.
Bio: Terran was born into a very large family. Very large. His parents were very traditional in their religious beliefs and with that tradition came some strange idea that humans needed to populate the world like rabbits. He was the fifth child to be born and was followed by seven others. As the world crumbled over time, there came a mass amount of poverty-stricken families and the loss of many parents in a seemingly endless war for control. This left many orphan in the world and his Mrs. Hieb had made herself obligated to take up the load as much as she could. She adopted child after child, older children looked after younger ones and their mother was home full time wrestling with them and loving every moment of it. With all this commotion going on within Terran's household, starting as a young boy, he separated himself from it. He had five siblings to live up to and fifteen -- and counting -- to compete for love and affection for. By no means was he neglected, but being rather greedy, he sought for more.
Up to his teens, he made friends with most anyone who would look at him. This brought him into groups of people that got him involved in different things from dance classes to cocaine, from joining a band to study groups. He had a very busy and mixed childhood, though he would never say it had ruined him. With his addiction placed on other things, he was able to drop certain drugs when he wanted and could fight the need for it simply by doing what he liked best. He never did drop his smoking habit, however and marijuana sort of gave him a state of perma-fried in his late teens.
Friends moved on and had families and as he got older, it was harder to keep and pinpoint the attention he required. His family still demanded much from him and he was glad to give it. Times got harder and there also came a need for income. With his charming --- when he wanted to be -- behavior, he was quickly able to get a job at a music store. He has the ability to play most string instruments and will occasionally play along with his band recreationally when he has any extra time to fill.
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Dapper Dabbler
Name: Yumiko “Yumi” AmaterasuUser: Chibi Angel-chan
Age: 22
DoB:October 10, 2066
Gender: Female
Origin: Japan
Ht/Wt: 5’0” / 125lbs
Hair/Eye Clr: Black/Brown
Class: Middle
Job: Medic
Personality: Yumiko has seen many horrific things over the years working in her father’s clinic. Blood, guts, festering wounds, and anything grotesque hardly phases her anymore. This along with her quick intellect, and high level problem solving skills makes her a very effective doctor. Despite her efficiency in treating wounds and diseases she has a hard time connecting with the patients themselves. She suppresses her emotions so she can work more effectively and treat the patients. This makes her seem like she has no personality, and more than once she has been called a robot. However, this part of her personality is merely a facade. In most situations she is rather jittery and nervous, always afraid that something bad is going to happen. She doesn’t take too kindly to strangers and likes to avoid interactions with others. When Yumiko does try to communicate with people usually don’t understand what she is saying due to a combination of mumbling, trailing off, and speaking too quickly.
When she becomes comfortable with someone she calms down and drops her façade. However, being at ease around someone ensures that she is going to stick with them. She is fiercely loyal to those that befriend her, almost to a fault, and she feels the need to protect them, even if they don’t need it. One of her biggest weaknesses is that she is afraid of thunder.
Bio: Yumiko was born to Yukio and Helena Amaterasu on a chilly October day. As the youngest, and last, child in the Amaterasu family there was a lot of pressure put on her from a young age. Her mother was always disappointed that she did not take after her two older sisters, whom inherited their mothers American beauty. “Why can’t you be more like your sisters” she would tell the young bookworm always with an exasperated sigh. Yumiko was the complete opposite of her sisters who were exceptionally beautiful and social. This made it easy for them to talk their way through their schooling and find relatively successful jobs. Yumiko did not possess any of these qualities however, and her mother became concerned as to what she was going to do in the future. Her father was a different story. Though at first he was disappointed that his last child was not a male, he soon grew fond of his youngest daughter. “Study hard and experience as much as you can, one day my dear, you will do great things” he would tell her every night before she went to bed.
Yumiko took this to heart. She started studying every day before and after school. She would study subjects like anatomy, physics, chemistry, and biology in hopes of one day becoming a doctor like her father. She excelled in school but it came at a cost. She had no friends to speak of. But this didn’t faze Yumiko in the slightest. People were always slowing her down, with no friends; she would be free to pursue what she wanted. When she reached the age of 17 she was allowed to start working in her father’s clinic as an intern. It was a hard transition for her at first. The wounds and the symptoms were much easier to swallow when they were pictures printed on paper. Seeing people afflicted with gushing wounds and severed limbs at first made her nauseous and weak. She was sorely disappointed in this and knew if she didn’t overcome her sensitivity soon her father would never let her work full-time. Over a few years she worked on suppressing her emotions and detaching herself from the humans and focusing only on the wounds. She became quite effective at treating patients and she moved up to working full-time in the clinic as a nurse.
When she turned 21 her father decided that she had enough experience under her belt to be considered a doctor and to treat patients on her own. She was ecstatic; it was her dream come true. For a few months after her and her father worked hard together. They made quite a good medical team, being able to treat or alleviate most symptoms and wounds that came their way. Their clinic rose to the top and became well known for its excellence. This, however, came with a price. One cold winter’s day the clinic was open late. Yumiko was seeing the final patient out for the night when a bunch of government soldiers burst in. Demanding to see her id, she quickly showed it to one as the others looked around the clinic. She wanted to ask what this was all about, but she knew better than to ask questions to the government officials like that. The solider then asked if she was the head doctor at the clinic. Shaking her head no, the solider left her and went to the back where her dad was. Scurrying behind she followed them as they entered into her father’s small office and shut the door. Waiting outside of the door she heard muffled voices conversing. This went on for an hour until the door opened again. A soldier moved in front of the girl blocking her exit. Looking past him she saw that her father was being escorted out. “What…” was all she managed to say before the soldier blocking her knocked her out.
When she awoke the next morning it was almost as if her dad had never existed. His office, his records, pictures of him, everything had been taken. Sitting on the cold linoleum floor the young girl wanted to cry, but knew that wasn’t going to help. Lifting herself up she made it her purpose to not only keep the clinic running until he returned, but to secretly figure out what had happened to him. She was going to get back at whoever did this one day, she knew it.
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Dapper Dabbler
Name: Damien LangstonUser: Pearlholy
Age: Twenty-eight
DoB: September 18, 2060
Gender: Male
Origin: Sweden
Ht/Wt: 6’2’’ / 175lbs
Hair/Eye Clr: Black/Yellow
Class: Middle
Job: Pharmacy technician
Personality: There are very few good qualities that the King of Grouches has; he’s moody, impatient, high-tempered, snarky, condescending, and downright unpleasant. There’s nothing really good about him. He’s quick to judge, quick to insult, and quick to ignore or shrug you off. Like every other higher-class citizen, he is quite detached and isolated from people. On his good days, he’ll greet you with a scorn or a glare. On his bad days, well, all it will take is a small mistake and he’d be off on a verbal assault. At least he’s not apathetic. The walking time-bomb just has trouble syncing his thoughts and emotions properly. Silence and solitude are his best friends. Patience and tolerance are the pre-requisites to learn to like him. Underneath that thick layer of unpleasantness, Damien is a compassionate, attentive, and protective. Despite his arrogant attitude, the wealthy man remains a straight-forward and is always honest.
Bio: Damien grew up in a family feud—where his immediate and extended family would fight for his grandfather’s favour. As a dying man, Aaron Langston decided to give one person his inheritance. Perhaps his motive was to see his family’s true colours. Or maybe it was for the heck of it; to see the family break a part for a few digits in their bank account. Regardless of the motive, the man spent his last years in solitude with only the company of his grandson, who genuinely cared from him. It was only natural that Damien gained Aaron’s favour and eventually, obtained his heritage. It caused an uproar in the family and eventually caused Damien to become a very isolated person; Aaron’s grandfather’s death killed a good part of Damien’s need for socializing.
Although Damien was provided with the finest education, the man was never interested in anything he undertook. Even though he actually possessed social skills, he would rarely put them into practice. Social gatherings amongst the upper-class? A complete waste of time. Family conflict? It was the least of his concern. Instead of pursuing some stereotypical upper-class career, Damien joined the military service as a medic. It was there he learned about the outside world. After several years in service, he quit. His ‘friends’ and family had cut ties with him the moment he announced his plans. Not that he particularly cared; they already loathe him from gaining his grandfather’s inheritance.
Packing his belongings and his money, he left the upper-class world, and settled in Sector Four, attempting to live his life as a middle class. The adjustment was difficult but it was a necessary change. Even though his grandfather’s generous heritance was more than enough for him to live without ever having to work, he got himself a job in a pharmacy. And on his free time, he would slip into the slums and give medical attention for whoever needs it.
Why?
Pleasure or self-fulfilment was not the reason. He figured it was his duty to help the poorer in need. It didn’t mean he had to do it with a bloody smile.
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Dapper Dabbler
Name: Lexi LaskarisUser: Prinzack
Age: 28
DoB: October 30, 2060
Gender: Female
Origin: Greece
Ht/Wt: 5'6" / 124 lbs
Hair/Eye Clr: Black / Yellow
Class: Upper
Job: Communications Director
Personality: Ever since her very first one-night stand with a popular talk show host in Terra Volantis, Lexi learned that she could lure men into doing and giving whatever she wanted. Since then, she clawed her way to the top, shamelessly using her womanly wiles to grab a hold of whoever she could. Through her trickery, she appears to be sweet and innocent, whatever her victim desires of her. In reality, she is manipulative and cunning--perfect for her role as the Communications Director of Terra Volantis. Selfish and inconsiderate, she detests being alone and always seeks the company of men, preferably gullible, rich fellows who will shower her with gifts and attention.
Bio: First rule in Lexi Laskaris's book? Never think about the past. As a child, Lexi grew up in a modest, Middle Class family. Her parents were nobodies, just blue-collar workers who cared nothing about lavish riches or extravagant living. And she hated it. She hated her low-key life, never turning heads or getting the attention she deserved. No, she knew there was more to life than what her parents suggested. Therefore, it became her life-long goal to reach the top of the social ladder, to live a life of luxury with wealthy men groveling at her feet.
For years she worked to better herself: Exercise, facial cream, social networking, popularity contests... She knew nothing else. Soon the time came when she could finally leave her household. Taking advantage of her newfound freedom, she established herself a place in the modeling world, becoming renowned for her beauty and gentle nature. But no one knew her true motives. At the age of nineteen, she had her first sexual encounter with a popular talk show host, which opened the door to a whole new world of possibilities. Lexi discovered her power over men, and she abused it. Before long, she found herself warming up to powerful Upper Class officials, worming her way into the arms of those who worked in the government. Finally, she won herself a position as the Communications Director for the government. Her skills with speech and her popularity with those around her proved useful as she promoted Terra Volantis's government, which in turn gave her a steady living in one of the most beautiful condos in Section 2.
Recently she's caught wind of rumors going around in the lower sections about rebellion and dissatisfaction. The government then gave her the responsibility of orator in order to raise the moral of the Upper Class and persuade the lower classes to act in favor of the government. As a result, the majority of the Middle Class began to turn a blind eye against the injustice done to the Lower Class, and the Upper Class rejoiced in their glory, Lexi included. In order to protect her way of life, she would stop at nothing to squash any idea of rebellion against the government. Anything that threatens her power and position stands in her way of happiness, and she would be glad to be rid of them by any means necessary.
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Dapper Dabbler
Name: Aurora Feng
User: Pearlholy
Age: twenty-three
DoB: April 7,2065
Gender: Female
Origin: China
Ht/Wt: 5’6’’ / 137 lbs
Hair/Eye Clr: Black / Black
Class: Upper
Job: Military Soldier
Personality: As her name suggests it, Aurora is a bright and cheerful person. Kind and selfless, the young military soldier is always the first person to reach out for a friend in need. To be of service to others is her favourite hobby. Although pompous and easily hyped, the young adult is capable of remaining borderline respectful and polite. Perhaps the only intimidating factor is her above average physical strength. Thankfully, she’s not easily angered and is skilled with anger management. As a down-on-earth and modest person, luxury and materialism do not appeal to her. Thus, most of her comrades from the military are of origins of the lower class. Ambitious, unjustifiably competitive, and somewhat reckless, she possesses a stubborn and childish naivety—which prevents her from seeing the government’s corruption. She believes in her role of a military solider as the role of the protagonist. Her vision of justice is distorted and if anything, she lives in denial. Perhaps that is what classifies her as a good and ideal upper-class citizen. Now… if only they could tame her adventurous and keep her from wandering off to the lower sectors. Mingling with the inferior being is purely inconceivable in upper-class world. Even with her relationship with an influential upper-class man can’t keep her out of trouble.
Bio: Born without a mother figure, Aurora was raised like a boy. Living under the same roof with a father and three older brothers, her upbringing was different in comparison to an upper-class female citizen. While her brothers liked to play by their etiquette, the tomboy found joy wrestling in the mud. Although she displayed potential deviant behaviour and was more than often rebellious and disobedient than most upper-class citizens, Aurora never brought real trouble back home. Her father had always been proud of his daughter. His only concern was that she did something that would place her in the slums. It only made it worst as she decided to join the military service at the age of 18. Although all of Aurora’s brothers worked for the government, occupying a rather important post, she decided to take an underdog’s job.
Despite her age, her devotion and love for her occupation made her rise in ranks quickly.
She met her best friend in military service. They were of different social classes but their dedication for their job and their competitiveness brought them together. Together, they were called the Ace team, apprehending rebels was as easy as pie. Participating in front lines and stopping the waves of rebels was something they thrived on... Of course, things took an ugly turn when she discovered that he was an undercover rebel. Their friendship ended with a bullet to his head.
She had to do it. She was right. He was a rebel and therefore he was wrong. All rebels are wrong.
Her blind loyalty to the government still made her father uneasy but it was her intimate association/relationship with a politician that reassured the man. One day, she’ll marry someone and will start behaving like a real woman (even though the concept of femininity is foreign to her). Of course, as a parent, it was hard to deal with the thought of his youngest child and only daughter to die in the lines of battle.
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Dapper Dabbler
Name: Jackson William Miller
User: Saruta
Age: Twenty-six
DoB: November 5, 2062
Gender: Male
Origin: Australia
Ht/Wt: 6'2" / 190lbs
Hair/Eye Clr: Brown / Blue
Class: Middle
Job: Police Officer
Personality: While he may seem like a tough, hardened man on the outside, Jackson can be quite a nice man when you get to know him, however that process may take a bit of work. He may be a police officer but he dislikes the government immensely and especially people of high class, as they always seemed to go free when they committed a crime... Deep down however Jackson is a good man, he wishes just to enforce the law and get rid of criminals, and to make sure that happens, he will do anything to reach that goal, even if it would mean his own death.
Bio: Jackson was born as the only child to quite a happy middle-class couple, and his young childhood years were quite good, his father was a police officer like Jackson is now, and his mother worked as a programmer. On the day of Jackson's tenth birthday, his father left in the morning and promised Jackson a special present when he got home, but his father never returned, he was killed by a gang of thieves in Section five, that was when Jackson decided he would become a police officer himself.
Going into the police force, Jackson had no goals other than to enforce the law and make Terra Volantis a safer place, he did not wish for money or fame as some sort of "hero cop". But it seemed people like himself were a rare breed, he found criminals, especially ones of higher class or government officials could commit crimes and let the police look the other way with just a bit of cash, and Jackson hated what he saw, often going against orders to attempt to apprehend someone he knew was a criminal, of course, the courts were corrupt too, so no proper arrests were ever made...
Still wishing to follow his father's example of trying to make the city a safe haven from crime, Jackson has realised that he will likely need to go off the books to do so, and perhaps even become a criminal himself, but as he remembered his father saying; "You have to die some day..."
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Dapper Dabbler
Name: Madeline Ramirez (Sergeant Retired)
User: Crystal Road
Age: 23
DoB: August 1, 2066
Gender: Female
Origin: United States
Ht/Wt: 5'4'' 115lbs
Hair/Eye Clr: Black/ Dark Brown
Class: Lower
Job: Steel Worker and Arms Dealer
Personality: Quiet and calm, she is the living, breathing example of patience. She stands strong and speaks when the time is right. She thinks before she acts and when she acts, she does it in the best way to benefit the group and her unit. However talk bad about her country and her fellow brothers and sisters in arms and she will go straight for the kill.
Bio: Madeline Ramirez was never really the best at anything in her life, that all changed when she joined the United States Military as one of the many female infantry soldiers. She wanted a challenge and that was where she found it. Joining at the age of 18 and now twenty three years old, she is battle hardened at such a young age. With four deployments under her belt and many years of combat experience she holds her own in the slums of this new world she lives in. The reason she lives here is because when the new world was formed, the government took her job from her, but not only her job. Her entire unit was slaughtered before her very eyes, best friends and family. Her husband, a United States Airforce pilot was burned alive in front of her. After all was said and done they tried to harm her in the worst way possible, she got away though and fled to the slums. became a steel worker and on the side, and Small and Heavy arms dealer. She hopes to one day restore the world and her country, or at least die trying.
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Dapper Dabbler
Name: Lior Ayers
User: Make Up Sex
Age: 23
DoB: 1/8/2065
Gender: Male
Origin: United States
Ht/Wt: 6’, 140 lbs.
Hair/Eye Clr: Black / Blue
Class: Upper
Job: Student
Personality: How deviant can an upper class brat be? Lior Ayers decided to put that to the test when he hit 18. Up until that point, he had lived a privileged life without significant trauma. Section 1’s university gave him access to disenfranchised people his own age, and he decided to become an artist. He’s the product of wealth and intelligence; smart to a fault, he realizes that things in Terra Volantis are broken. He hides his concerns beneath rebellion, hip ennui, and cynical irony. Instead, he puts his intelligence towards writing pop fiction and screenplays, or towards having the sharpest tongue in the room.
Underneath that façade, however, Lior is anything but okay. He’s insecure to a fault, about both his appearance and his mentality. He constantly reinvents himself to try to compensate for those insecurities. To his closest confidants, Lior is a caring and gentle guy who wants to make the world a better place. To everyone else, he’s a party-animal artist who likes to drink a bit too much (among other things) and who could have the potential to be great if he would only grow up. And that’s the way Lior likes to be seen.
Bio: Lior Ayers was destined for wealth long before he was born. His grandfather founded Frontier, a military contractor for the United States government pre-disintegration, and the Ayers family became extremely wealthy and influential. His father inherited the company when his grandfather was too ill to run things anymore, and became the spitting image of American perfection. Jonathan Ayers was intelligent, appropriately conservative, approachable, handsome, and rich. Or, at least, that’s how his publicist spun him (the Ayers family has always retained the best PR firms in whatever country they live). When the disintegration happened, Jonathan Ayers was three steps ahead of mother nature herself. He packed up his wealth, his contacts, and his power, and got the hell to safety. By the time Terra Volantis was founded, Frontier was so deeply tied to the government that it was inescapable, and the Ayers name became associated with power and glamour.
Lior joined that lineage of wealth in 2065, on the coldest day of winter. Ice and money were in his blood. His mother died in childbirth, and his father was busy maintaining an empire, and left Lior’s parenting to an army of nannys and tutors. Lior got the best education money could by, and the worst emotional relationship with his father that any human could endure. He started to act out early. Still, things didn’t get into full swing until he got to college. His father wanted him to do something practical like business; Lior went with creative writing (and then switched to film, because “******** you dad”). He started partying and didn’t stop; his path of carnage traced across all five Sections, and consisted of a mind boggling amount of booze, drugs, and one night stands. Now that he’s graduated, he’s more than content to live on his family’s wealth and continue to party – after all, the world already ended: why not have a good time?
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Dapper Dabbler
Name: Juliet "Dragunov" ValentineUser: RosalineDark
Age: 23
DoB: December 10, 2064
Gender: Female
Origin: Russia
Ht/Wt: 5'11"/136lbs
Hair/Eye Clr: White/Grey
Class: Middle-Class
Job: Computer Software Engineer
Personality: Taught to be disciplined and obedient since a young age, Juliet eventually became detached from reality, holding her façade of a woman of silence and disdain for those around her though its all she can show to those whom haven't earned her trust; though she may seem arrogant by the way she ignores those whom she doesn't like, she's not one quick to judge, but one wrong move and then you've fallen below her reasons to even acknowledge you. Ever since she was little she wasn't one exactly one to talk. Automatically quiet from years of mostly solitude, with the exception of her grandmother, she somewhat lacks in necessary social skills for befriending people but she can handle any business that she is assigned, yet she does have a bit of a short temper. . .Beware of what lies beneath her usually calm exterior. With discipline comes patience and with obedience comes tolerance; though she does her edge. Don't pick at her nerves. She can tolerate whatever comes her way, especially since her years haven't been exactly the best. With the way Juliet was raised, she also has a difficult time trusting others, her grandmother would always tell her a phrase of advice and if you ever manage to get under her skin and get to know her better, you find that she can be caring and gentle sometimes, as well as kind of shy with a little clumsiness with her wording. The way the world has treated her and opened up her eyes, it's only made her colder and harder to a single word out of her, so she'll most likely just write notes instead of actually speaking.
Bio: Most people wouldn't be able to grow nor function well without parents even with the exception of other relatives, but Juliet was never actually like others and being raised by her grandmother, Anorai, in Russia didn't make the situation any different. Anorai cut Juliet off from the world outside their home, fearing for the safety of the girl though it factor to nothing in the end because her so-called "friends" would eventually show her the world and let her see the truth for herself. At an early age, Juliet was completely clueless of the world around her and constantly questioned what was outside of the gates. Ever since she turned eight, Anorai told her, "Don't trust those whom beg for the factor. And care not for those whom don't care for you. . ." she would hear those words once every January. While time took its toll, the words were slowly etched into her mind and she started distancing herself from anyone but Anorai. And slowly but sure enough the girl started to wonder outside the gates, getting further and further from the house each time, eventually she found the edge of her section and saw what was below and above her; her friends told her everything they knew of the history of the sections, which wasn't much but it was enough to open her eyes.
Questioning Anorai, not getting much more than what her friends told her, Juliet wasn't satisfied and that only pushed her further to find the truth; she looked just about everywhere she could to get information and history. Over the years, she started to give up, knowing the answers to her questions after Anorai finally told her about her parents and their history. Born to the lower class, but content couple of Nickolai and Victoria Valentine in the coldest month of the year; Juliet was born in the middle of a blizzard and it was a miracle that she survived because it was a home-birth. Originally, her family was apart of the upper class society but as the years went on only few members were even allowed to stay in the middle class community; Anorai was one of the few. While staying with her grandmother for the week of her first birthday, her father, Nickolai was out, trying to get a new ID card for her, but he should have known better than to try and shop for one in Section Five; he died, shot by guards unknowing of his true motive, and within the next couple of weeks, word of his death spread quickly through the family. Victoria, you'd think she'd be grief-stricken, but rather she just dealt with the painful news for a few days before deciding it would be best for Juliet to stay with Anorai, who more than willing as she understood the circumstances; rumor spread that Victoria left her daughter and tried climb up to the upper class society and get into the government, while others say that she went into a drunken stupor and died of alcohol poisoning. . .Either way Juliet was raised to high expectations though most wish that she'd act more like a lady than what she does. With all disregards to hearing of her parents history the girl seemed unaffected by it as if it meant absolutely nothing to her; however, on the inside, she was breaking down. Never being able to know your parents, who they were, how they acted, how they felt; that hurt the girl deep within but would she ever let it show? Not a chance.
As time went on, Juliet eventually stopped talking altogether to anybody she wasn't comfortable with; seeming anti-social and rather distant, Anorai eventually gave up trying to make the girl talk though she wasn't done teaching her. The nickname 'Dragunov' came from Anorai, after her prized sniper which she gave to Juliet as a present; the reason for the name was to say that the girl was quick on her feet, just like she was taught to be. Anorai wanted the girl to have speed and skill so that any situation, she wouldn't be able to be detected unless she so willing and other than that, the girl completely each lesson whether it be after one try or after many. Once the point came to where she had to get a job, she chose to be a computer software engineer because that way she'd be able to work at just about any business in any section and be able to get files, codes, and access to just about anything while also being able to send viruses to certain places without any of it being traced back to her. With two flash drives full of data, the girl worked hard to get as far as she has though she still isn't one for words. Computers didn't talk, and she didn't talk, both get what they need and silence is peace; that's how she viewed her job and that's how she treated it. Always to finish the job quickly and cleanly in any situation, just like she was taught.
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Dapper Dabbler
Name: Adam CrossUser:MrFallenXIIII
Age: 32
DoB: May 6th 2056
Gender: Male
Origin: US
Ht/Wt: 6 feet 2 inches 200 pounds
Hair/Eye Clr: Dark brown hair with green yellow eyes
Class: Upper
Job: Security
Personality:The most prominent element of Cross's personality is that he is a loner. He undertakes missions exclusively alone and rarely displays strong emotion even towards close acquaintances. However, a few people in Cross's life do provoke him to more emotional reactions. He retains strong affection for his ex-girlfriend Megan Sara even after she died becoming very emotional whether anger or sadness when she is mentioned by anyone. He has a general distrust of authority - perhaps as a consequence of his experiences in law enforcement. Adam is very on the fence on right and wrong as both sides make their ideals appear so good and sincere bout both of them have blood on their hands his blood more specifically and Adam is digging to find truth even if the truth is darker then he could have ever imagined.Adam is also a smoker and a drinker due to losing everything that matters to him: his humanity, his lover and his dog, among others. The result of this pushed Adam in to a depression driving him to smoke and drink. With this in mind his psych profile states some if not all of his choices are used to tend to his soul.His psych profile and many people describe Cross as a professional operative with a high regard for innocent civilians in danger. Adam also is very questioning of his augmentations as he never asked for them they were forced onto him.
Bio:Adam was born into a lower class family who just barely scrambled to get by often times going without food or electricity this started Adam off as a loner as he spent most of his time alone trying to help where he could working illegally as a paper boy and in factories.He excelled in school where he was valedictorian in high school. Soon after high school he found his way into police work he quickly joined SWAT becoming one of their most decorated and respected operatives.Somewhere around this time he Megan the love of his life Megan Sara she was an upper class boss's daughter who he met while running security for the company she worked for as the lead engineer on multiple augmentation projects.Adam's life was soon about to change badly as he was deployed to a lower slum for a hostage situation he set up as a sniper with his partner one of the hostage taker couldn't have been older the 14 but he didn't have a gun he had bomb strapped to his chest in case the cops came in, HQ told them to fire Adam wouldn't but he couldn't stop his partner the round left the sniper hit the kid right between the eyes blowing the his brains all over the wall the rest of the swat team went in and saved the hostages.But these hostages saw the kid die and brought it to the press the police quickly went to save face and blamed the kids death on Adam and his partner claiming it was pure incompetence on their part. Adam and his partner both left the force soon there after Adam quickly found work in private security.
Adam was hired by his girl friends company New Force industries as security lead.But life threw another wrench in Adam's life but this one bigger then the last it was a quiet day the office was close to closing times but then BANG a bomb went off in the labs gunmen stormed the front door killing anyone they could find Adam caught in the explosion found himself under debris and burning but before he feinted from the pain he watched as his girlfriend was executed by one of the gunmen.Adam woke up 6 months later from a coma most of his body had been augmented but they weren't just normal augments they were military style he knew he augmented for more then just recovery he was augmented to be used his list of augments include
All of Adam Cross's limbs have been completely replaced: his arms include a nano-ceramic blade which can be released at either the wrist or elbow for close quarters combat, a function that enables him to punch through walls by opening a section of his forearm, and the ability to dislocate his fingers (which he uses when grabbing a guard's helmet and spinning him in midair, causing massive spinal trauma). Other augmentations include firing stability, lifting heavy weights,.
His torso appears to be biological, but is covered in dermal armor, along with bolt ports from the bar placed within his chest to support said augments. Underneath he has a variety of cardiovascular and muscular augmentations, such as an internal rebreather, and the Typhoon Explosive System witch is cutting edge military The system launches a number of explosives in every direction, then detonates them a short while later, either killing or heavily damaging most targets in its blast radius witch is relatively short having to be within 3 to 6 feet of Adam to really have any effectiveness as there is no shrapnel effect to the weapon ..
Cross uses the Glass-Shield cloaking system, which classes as a skin augmentation. The use of it is to make Adam invisible its major problem is that it can only be used for up to 45 seconds before running out of energy also any major actions such as running jumping or fighting will cause him to lose it
Cross's head has a plethora of augmentations, He has an infolink and cochlear implant within his ear cavity. cross's eyes contain a retinal prosthesis. displaying various information about the environment. Additionally, he has an implant which allows him to cover his eyes in sunglass lenses stored within the implant;
Adam has once again began working for New Force industries as their chief of security along with deploy-able operatives as he stills tries figuring out who is truly good and who is truly evil if either side is.
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Dapper Dabbler
Name: Leandro De Silva
User: Nyatella
Age: 25
DoB: September 27th, 2063
Gender: Male
Origin: Brazil
Ht/Wt: 5’9” / 149 lbs
Hair/Eye Clr: Brown/Brown
Class: Middle-Class
Job: Law Student/Part-Time engineer
Personality: Leandro’s parents always told him that if he didn’t stop acting so crassly they’d never become upper-class citizens. Lea’d never pay them too much attention, though, because try as he might, he simply couldn’t keep himself out of trouble. His friends describe him as coquettish, but he’d probably describe himself as something of a thrill-seeker- if he caught whiff of a grand or secretive event he wouldn’t dare turn away. He was effective, too- if anything big was happening he’d always be there, in some way or another. It’d be a wonder his nosiness hadn’t gotten him into trouble, but Lea knows the law like the back of his hand. Indeed, since he was a kid all he wanted to be was a lawyer or a judge or a prosecutor. He respected the law and breaking it was like a personal affront to him- it’s also the quickest way to make a lifelong enemy out of him. Well, it was, until what he calls the end of the world as he knew it. This new system, to him, is not law- it’s not just or fair and he won’t stand for it. He didn’t join the rebellion out of his characteristic nosiness, as some might believe, but because of his disgust with those who treated the lower class as non-citizens with no repercussions- he wanted to see them at the chopping block for what they’ve done.
Bio: His family fell from fame generations ago when Leandro’s Grandpa something-or-the-other betrayed the government by selling information to an enemy country. Since then, they’ve managed to work their way up, gaining back some of the respect they once had but never again rising to the renown and easy living the family once enjoyed. After the incident that changed the world, his family hoped that they could return to fame, somehow, but no such luck- they were simply forgotten in the panic, treated like any other citizens with no name to speak of. From then on his family took their time trying to claw their way to the top, raising their child to be upper-class, but Leandro had no interest in fame or money or anything like that. He was busy getting his hands dirty with anything he could find and sticking his nose in everyone’s business- he was convinced he’d be just as well off if whether he lived in the slums or a mansion, as long as there were people with juicy stories to tell he’d never be what he hated most- bored.
The obsession with the law came when he was 12 and his biggest issue was, then, what he was going to do for his birthday. His uncle was murdered. It was the first time Leandro had been faced with having someone close to him, distant as he was from his uncle, involved in a crime. For reasons his family still wonders, he followed the case near-obsessively, and had absolute glee when the killer was caught, going so far as to ask to see him. He never did, but from then on he became increasingly interested- he started as the unofficial police at his school, making sure everyone obeyed the rules, and ended up getting involved with actual cases. No one knows why he became so obsessed, but it seemed from 12 on he hinged his reality was based on the fact that everything was fair and justice always came, even if it was at the last second, and that reality was brutally crushed by the new system of things.
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Dapper Dabbler
Name: S. Valentine Grey
User: c y a n i d e xo
Age: Thirty-four
DoB: October 19, 2054
Gender: Female
Origin: Scottish
Ht/Wt: Five foot, ten inches/One hundred seventy six pounds
Hair/Eye Clr: Ginger, artificially lavender/green
Class: Upper
Job: Combat Tactician and Trainer
Personality: Have you ever known someone that tends to leave a creepy essence in the air? Who carries on philosophical debates with herself? The one who tells themselves jokes and probably smashes hamsters with hammers in her spare time? Well, maybe you do, maybe you don't. The point of this all is, that's Valentine, or rather; that is who she really is under the surface. In the public eye, some how she manages to keep her calm and act like a normal person or as normal as someone like her, in her position, can be. She isn't cerebal, but certainly maniacal to a point, and most would probably categorize her as 'criminally insane'. She's been known to carry on long-winded, poetic conversations with complete strangers or herself, begin laughing hysterical for no apparent reason at the most inopportune times, and even bantering with invisible effigies. Of course, whether this all is simply the result of an eternity's worth of boredom, or even just for show, is anyone's guess. One way or another, she certainly doesn't seem shy about it. She, in fact, will be the first one to accuse herself of being slightly deranged, and the first to tell you an endless story about how it came to be.
Now we're going into more of what others may notice about Sapientia, and one of those traits happens to be her uncanny ability to poop up everywhere with her nose in someone else's business. She doesn't take hints, she's insufferably persistent, and she seems to assume that everyone in the entire world is just thrilled to have her around and absolutely dying to pour out their innermost thoughts to her. For some reason or another, Valentine has taken to making everyone else's business her own, perceiving the live of others as soap-operas of sorts, which she can't help but love to meddle with. But, hey what would you purpose after several years of repetition, one begins to find new ways to amuse oneself. She loves to feign the role of the sympathizer (unfortunately, she's not a terrific actress), and heartily encourages everyone and anyone to come cry on her should if they need to. So far there haven't been any takers; well, no voluntary takers, anyhow - a reality that causes Sapientia no end of petulant frustration. She always claims, with a passionate doggedness, that she is only trying to lend a helping hand and do her part as a proper citizen, but it seems that in general people would rather she kept far, far away, or at least out of ear shot.
Bio: She recalls her first birthday in the manner it was relayed to her by her consort. Valentine came into the world and was pronounced dead immediately. Stillborn. Her father made the neccessary arrangements to discard the mistake that disappointed him by having the audacity not to survive. Her mother could agree only on one thing despite it all. It were better she be dead than having tried to cling to life only to expire eventually; before she were able to experience a full life. In the Grey family, they had no room for trial and error. Grey's father could not have been more relieved at the results. What he knew was, the thing that slid from his current bride's assumed barren womb had been killing her throughout the entire pregnancy. He knew not what to expect and so he believed it a parasite, a monstrous creature not unlike the fussy living ones he and his darling often observed from the walkways of Edinburgh's most populated streets. So he took much surprise when the chiming of a coughing then a screaming infant emerged themselves from the bosom of a midwife.
Valentine's father was a diplomat and one of the founders of the new world order or as it's popularly known The Government. So it's safe to assume using few words that Valentine had a sheltered, strict upbringing filled with extra-curriculars, a strict and impossible curfew and absolutely no friends.
Through her years of private home-schooling under the best academic teachers money could afford, she suffered a severe bout of rebellion. She adored the adrenaline rush that came from the fear she could strike in people just with her surname. Although she maintained a report card riddled with A's. Through elementary school educate, she hid from people horrified of what they must think of her. Her father wasn't that popular, his escapades with women were definitely known and heard by the public's eyes and ears. She grew bitter, angry, money couldn't buy what her father single-handedly had destroyed for her with his p***s. So, she took up physical activities including forms of martial arts where of course, she fought dirty.. Shoving her teachers, biting them, making them bleed, then eventually throwing them down and kicking them in the stomach or groin. Father would be furious and triple her studies and send her on her way, hiring a new teacher along the way, she would behave, learn for a matter of weeks then pick up her sinister behaviours again.
It wasn't until the time that The Government was truly bound and formed that Valentine seemed to take action and put herself into the spotlight along side her father or so it seemed.
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Dapper Dabbler
Name: Mikhail Sokolov
User: Make Up Sex
Age: 38
DoB: April 19, 2050
Gender: Male
Origin: Russia
Ht/Wt: 5’9” / 175 lbs.
Hair/Eye Clr: Black / Green
Class: Middle
Job: Security Consultant
Personality: Sokolov, though born in Terra Voltanis, inherited an essentially Russian approach to the world. There is a certain type of fatalism that accompanies being a Russian. Namely, while religious fanatics often live in the moment, self assured in their fatalism that a deity will provide a route forward, Russians feel almost entirely the opposite. Essentially, they believe that no matter what they do, no matter what god they follow, they’re always kind of ********. So it isn’t blind faith that propels Sokolov forward, but rather simple professionalism, a desire to conquer his circumstances.
Sokolov is thus reserved. He has a quiet, ironic sense of humor that informs his interactions with others, and he knows when to hold his tongue. But most importantly, Sokolov knows how to think like the enemy. How to see the world through another’s eyes. This has saved his life more times than he would care to admit.
Bio: Sokolov’s history began long before he was born. His grandfather, Yuri Sokolov, fought in the Fifth Chechen Conflict several years before giving birth to Sokolov’s father, Sergei, in 2017. Yuri was Spetsnaz, and continued on to fight in Afghanistan. When the disintegration happened, Sergei was seven years old. It was a slow apocalypse, and one that saw Yuri and Sergei bouncing around the rapidly dwindling landmasses, trying to survive wherever they could. As they moved, Yuri taught Sergei everything he could about combat and tactics, passing on all of his Spetsnaz training. Finally, the Russian pair found themselves in Terra Voltanis, the last refuge for humanity.
By the time Sokolov was born, his grandfather had died, and his father and mother were living in a hovel in section 5. His father worked alternately as a mob enforcer and as a gun-for-hire for the government, using his Spetzsnaz training passed on from grandfather. Sokolov was trained by his father and several other surviving Spetsnaz soldiers, and grew up learning everything from marksmanship to combat Sambo. In a former time, Sokolov would have been a Sambo champion of world-renown. Now, he was simply a thug. He became used to fighting in urban environments and the unique challenges they pose. He also learned to think like the enemy, to get inside their head – a necessary asset in a place like Terra Voltanis, where you could be fighting anyone from anywhere in the world, from any past. Eventually, long after his parents died, Sokolov managed to find his niche, acting as a private security consultant and bodyguard for Terra Voltanis’s rich. This allowed him to finally live a more opulent lifestyle, and to move upwards through the social strata of the city. He is currently employed by Frontier.