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 Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:13 am
Name: Jackie "The Ripper" Age: 25 Race: Unknown Sexuality: Unsure, she never had anything close to a relationship before. Skills: Since she has restricted her sight (which will be explained later) she can paint a picture of her surroundings and of objects by using her mind, much like a dolphin. She is very strong and quick, despite her appearance. She also has sharp fangs and a few canine teeth. Personality: Quiet, slightly dark, depressed, sad, unsure, longing, has a low self esteem, and extremely lonely. Likes: Fall, campfires, cool nights, hammocks, climbing trees, and small knickknacks. Dislikes: Hurting/killing people, the smell of blood, memories of her not too distant past, herself, and not being able to overcome herself. Biography: Jackie does not know where she came from or who she is. All she knows is that she is some sort of a monster, a descendant of Jack the Ripper (who was not human despite belief). This is the little information she got from a letter her mother left for her, something she read as soon as she was old enough to read. As soon as she found this out her whole life turned completely upside down. She would simply look at people and find them all possible prey she could hunt down. Her eyes, an unusual silver color with a blood red ring around the irises, could pick up all of the weaknesses a person had. She would completely lose any sane part of her mind and hunt down those people, ripping out their hearts and leaving them to bleed to death. Confused and horrified at this killer side she did not know she had she fled into thick forests, hoping to not meet any humans out there. But as people ventured into the forest she fled farther, to a place in the clouds where she would find no humans. Yet it turns out she wasn't restricted to hunting humans. Terrified, she almost gouged her eyes out to keep from being able to look at people as prey. An older male stopped her quickly and told her to wear a cloth around her eyes until she learned to control her bloodlust. She's worn it for so long now she considers herself blind and relies on all her senses. Because she can not see people her bloodlust seems to die down, not wishing to hunt them, and people slowly came to not fear her anymore. Now Jackie has gotten used to not using her eyes but is still haunted by her killer side and those she's killed. She fears them and never confronts them the way she should, attempting to try control this part of her. She's a very odd resident at Castle in the Clouds, often by herself. She always seems to be surrounded by a depressed and dark aura that keeps people away from her, she doesn't want to hurt anymore people then she already has. She's usually thinking about things or drawing, despite being blind, or taking walks. She longs to be normal and have friends to talk to. Username: Wyrda Stenr
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:14 am
Name: Riegan Age: 902 Species: Elf Looks: Riegan & SmaugKalessinBackground: Riegan used to live alone in a forest and raised all sorts of mythical creatures for those who are willing to pay for the many years of care. She personally loved raising dragons and would raise a few at time and give them to willing owners when they were adults. She always had one dragon she kept because she grew up with it as a kid. This dragon is named Smaug and is extremely protective of her. Almost like a cross between a father and a best friend. If he thought she was in danger of being hurt by anyone he would drive them away with a horrible fierceness. As Riegan grew older the business of raising mythical creatures slowed as the human population grew and soon it stopped all together. As a last project she raised one more dragon named Kalessin. She keeps both close and cares for them like they are her own children. She soon came across a circus run by a dark elf and joined it out of sheer joy of seeing the awe on the audience's faces as she controlled her dragons. Personality: Riegan is quiet at times, caring and lovable to her dragons. She spends a lot of time with them, and prefers their company over others. But when she's with others she doesn't mind giving an honest opinion. She enjoys seeing humans scared or awed when they see her dragons. Powers: Riegan has a bit of magic and a mental connection with both of her dragons that allows her to speak mentally with them. Act: Dragon Tamer
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:18 am
Name: Kai Age: 22 Gender: Female Race: Daughter of the Ruler of the seas and weather, unknown species but close to mermaid. Has the ability to change two legs into a fish tail whenever she'd like, similar to a mermaid. Bio: Kai was daughter to ruler of the seas and weathers, who ruled with gentleness and an elegant trident at his side. She lived in a castle under clear waters, the walls constructed delicately of living corals. Schools of fish drifted through the halls and what humans call merpeople twirled gracefully around columns as they played. She was different from her father's people though. She did not grow as they did but in the castle with tutors and books to learn by. She had no friends, only her father whom she loved very much. As she grew older she grew exceptionally smarter. She could think up a plan to situations in mere minutes. She was also athletic, skilled in fighting, healthy, charming, and she had an air to her that was similar to her father's. But despite these things that set her apart she was happy. Of course happiness doesn't last long and when Kai turned 18, a great celebration whom all creatures of the sea were invited to, she was told by her father that he was dying. Slowly, so she couldn't notice before, but fast enough that he'd be gone within two years. Traumatized, she tried everything to help her father despite his attempts at calming her down. She was almost going sell herself to a sea witch before her father finally stopped her, saying she needed to accept his fate if he was to teach her what she needed to know. Pushing away the looming grief to come she listened patiently as he tried to teach what he could before she turned 20. When the day finally came and he was lying on his death bed he gave her his trident, though she tried to give it back. He knew she would be mourning greatly when he was gone so he put a seal on her control over the seas and winds, since the slightest emotion gone wrong could crush a city under fierce waves. He told her her the abilities that comes with ruling the ocean would come when the grief no longer swallowed her and with that he was gone. Sure enough Kai grieved so greatly that the people she now ruled over grew worried. They tried many things but were unable to rid the emotion from her. Of course she was still a great ruler, keeping peace in the waters, but what was the point when she was not happy? When she was to turn 21 after a long year of darkness in the castle the merpeople decided to hold a huge ball for their new ruler. They never got to see her happy though as she disappeared overnight with her trident, unknowing to them that she was caught in a fisherman's net. She was sold many times but all were brief since, even though she was beautiful, her sadness was too much to bear. With no where else to go she was sold to a man, on her 22nd birthday, who sent creatures against each other in arenas for money. He cared not for her sadness, only if she was able to fight. She knows not what is to come, she only wishes to go home and she misses her father dearly. Once put in a arena maybe she will realize what situation she's in? Skills:• Cooking • Cleaning • Reading • First Aid • Quick thinking Combat skills: • Bow and arrow • Spears (melee & throwing combat) • Ability to use small swords & daggers Magic: Ability to control the oceans and weather (as soon as her seal is lifted). Also has some basic magic but rarely uses it. Equipment: Prefers her trident but since she can't carry it into the arena with her she will use just about anything she can use and carry. Preferences: Either style is fine, light equipment is preferred.
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:21 am
Name: Galadriel Celeborn Race: Elf Age: 26 Personality: Galadriel is a loving and gentle person to her father, always taking care of him when she has the time. Around others she is usually harsh, cold, and dark (in a friendly, mother-like sort of way) like a criminal leader should be. She wishes to be rid of the group to take care of her father but because of the threat of being harmed she bears with it until she fixes all of the problems and gets rid of the group safely. When Gala isn't watching over the group and making sure they don't do something stupid, and she isn't watching over her ill father, she takes the small amount of time to do the small things a female in the house usually would. Despite not seeing or remembering much of her mother she still tries to also take up the female of the house image. Background: Galadriel, or Gala as some call her, has lived under her parent's rule just about most of her life. Her father was an elf, her mother a human. Her father ruled over a small three man, very successful and well known group of criminals. This group was protected and cared for by her father like family, since they were his friends, and in turn they protected each other from the enemies of their past. They also, of course, had the horrible habit of stealing. Gala was well cared for and loved by her father, who taught her on how to protect herself from dangerous people. Even though he was the leader of such a group he still loved and cared for her. Her mother was rarely present, always in bed with a deathly illness. At a young age of ten Gala was already well known in the small group her father ruled over and mother had died from the illness. Her father was devastated but he still loved her all the same and he still ruled over the group with a sort of friendly iron fist. Though he appeared to be calm and dangerous to all other people she still noticed how tired he looked and how weak he seemed to get. In order to help him and to keep others from rising up against him she joined his group, despite the heated arguments against it. In order to be somewhat accepted into this criminal group she was forced to steal from a rich family (Though the three men thought of her like their own daughter as well they still had trouble accepting her since she was a female). After that things just seemed to run their own course as she grew dangerous in weaponry and became her father's "right hand man". With her by his side no one questioned him. This continued on until Gala hit age seventeen and her father became just as ill as her mother only less deadly, since he was an elf. Her father wanted to dispatch the criminal group, an idea he has had since his daughter was born, but did not take into action due to the huge threat that hovered behind it. Feeling like he was killing his own daughter he asked her to take his position in the group until he got better or the threat of enemies coming after them disappeared. Since then Galadriel has ruled over this criminal group just as well as her father to keep both of them safe from threats of enemies and those seeking revenge. The hideout of this group has been moved to a small two story home so that her father could be close to her and the group kept in check. Appearance: 
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:23 am
 ☠ Name:: Loretta Degas ☢ Age:: 20 ☠ Gender:: Female ☢ Sexuality:: Straight ☠ Personality:: Loretta was a tomboy-ish, like-able girl before the apocalypse. She would usually dress in guy clothing, despite her mothers protests, preferring them because "they were more comfortable". She had many friends and a lot of people knew who she was. She was also very creative and artistic, when she wasn't doing homework (or class work) she was tackling another sketch in a sketchbook. Once the zombie apocalypse started Loretta became more of a tomboy, since it was easy to dress in boys clothing and shoot hordes of zombies that way, and her artistic ability was cast aside when the need for survival became more demanding. She is now very quiet and reserved, sometimes witty, and obviously enjoys shooting zombies. She's very odd and her next actions are always a mystery. When alone at times Loretta is just like she was before the apocalypse; like-able, cheery, creative, and always able to give out a hug to a random passerby. She will even pull out a sketchbook and draw to pass time when she isn't exploring the city with what seems like no purpose. It is rare for her to be so cheery though. Most of the time though she just seems to have no care in the world, due to the loss of her family. She misses them dearly and feels as though she's completely alone. ☢ Skills:: Loretta is a creative thinker, allowing her to think up odd hideouts or maybe a trap here and there she can use against a zombie. She can also, because of her father, shoot a target dead on (most of the time) and use a dagger as a weapon better then one who had used one for just hunting. Since the apocalypse started she had become better at running when there were too many zombies for her to take care of. ☠ Likes:: ☞ Drawing ☞ Reading (mostly the book Hamlet) ☞ Her ferret Solomon ☢ Dislikes:: ☞ Zombies (mostly Demon Dogs) ☞ Being lonely ☞ Rude, hateful people ☠ Fear:: Silent, pitch black darkness in a place she's not familiar with and with no one around. It reminds her of when her father died overnight, she feels incredibly alone, and she feels as if her heartbeat is loud enough to attract all of the zombies to her. ☢ Weapons:: Assortment of guns collected from her father, a machete, and a few baseball bats and metal pipes she keeps in a small golf bag she carries on her back. ☠ Bio:: Loretta, or Degas as she preferred to be called, had a normal teenager life. She was well liked in her school, friendly, and labeled "Most Likely to Succeed" with her outstanding artistic abilities and creative thinking. She graduated and, with the full support of her parents, started attending an art college to get a degree. She enjoyed her classes and was just as friendly and well liked as she was in high school. She was on her way to a great, successful life until about a year and a half into college when news of a terrible disease that had people dropping by the hundreds came to the college. Not even a month since the news and people were already getting sick, a few were driven to what seemed to be insanity and disappeared overnight. Classes were cancelled, students sent home while scientists tried to figure out how to cure this odd disease. Loretta flew home quickly to already find her brother dead, and her mother deathly ill. Devastated, she sat in her room for hours, mourning her brother and ill mother. After her mother died, too quickly to get help at a hospital, Loretta's father dragged her out of her room and quickly taught her how to take care of herself without him. He always taught her boyish things when she was young so she knew how to hunt, shoot, use a knife, and live in the wilderness completely fine for up to a month (if needed). He wanted to make sure she would be safe once he was gone, which happened not even two weeks later when he died overnight. Loretta was more upset over her fathers death then the others, since she was very close to him, and went into a short period of depression. News of disappearing corpses and dwindling population numbers barely reached her ears as she stayed in her empty home, only drawing and moving when she needed to. A year later and her city was practically empty, power didn't work anymore, and she snapped out of her depression into the reality of the zombie apocalypse. She ventured outside and found the streets crawling with blood thirsty beasts that looked like twisted humans. Horrified, Loretta practiced her skills in hunting and soon became quite skilled in shooting and using a large machete. She moved out of her home, for it gave her horrible nightmares and memories, to the local stadium that she enjoyed visiting to watch orchestras. She made the stage into a small home with a mattress, wardrobe (which she keeps clothing she took from her brother's and father's room, along with her own), and a large number of crates and boxes in which she keeps supplies from books to food in. She always has a knife near her bed and she took great precautions to block some doorways and riddle others with deadly traps. She usually stays in her makeshift room, drawing or reading of the sort, but isn't shy in wandering the town when she needs some air or exercise. She actually enjoys shooting the zombies at times, though most of the time there is a small hidden motive to the slaughtering. The only company Loretta has is a white ferret of three years old named Solomon who she got as a birthday present from her father. She carries Solomon just about everywhere, usually perched on her shoulders so he can see the world from her point of view. He is completely able to take care of himself and sometimes brings her little things that could be of use like batteries for flashlights or ammunition he finds while wandering the city for short periods of time. He's affectionate, intelligent, and loves to play but tends to bite the fingers of strangers as a territorial warning. He has a small bed (use to be a cat bed) next to hers with blankets and the such. Though Loretta has Solomon she is still a bit lonely and wishes for human company. ☢ Other:: Loretta has a long, hideous scar that starts other right shoulder and ends at her left hip from when she accidentally injured herself running from a group of zombies. She barely made it alive. She has many pictures of her family, most of her with her father, placed near the mattress in her makeshift "room" on the huge stage. It's quite obvious to anyone that sees them that she misses them. She has a tattoo of the radiation symbol, surrounded by black flames, on her shoulder. Loretta is also still plagued by nightmares at night. Most of them are reoccurring and come from her feelings of loneliness, despair, and loss of her family. They happen nearly every other night or so and make her terrified of sleeping. She tends to wake up looking absolutely scared and sometimes wakes up with a dagger or machete in hand. Because of this she has slightly pale scars crisscrossing over the palm of her hand and fingers from the blade. Most of the nightmares involve her fears. ☢ Taking Shelter At:: Stadium ☠ URL to Picture of Place I'm Staying at:: Stadium☢ Username:: Wyrda Stenr
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:24 am
↻ Ekoria Be'Tor ↘ nickname :: Echo
↘ age :: 27
↘ gender :: Female
↘ sexuality :: Straight
↘ race :: Olympian
↘ home planet :: Planet X2610
↘ job / role :: Inventor, Scientist, & a Manager of Kepler's Technological Core and Planet X2610's Headquarters
↘ personality :: Ekoria is a creature that enjoys creating new technologies and gadgets to make life more enjoyable and easy. When she's working she's a quiet, keep-to-herself person and she tends to work a lot. Almost into nights and early mornings. She's a bit hard to understand, to someone that doesn't know her, but she has a pleasing sort of look to her that makes her hard to hate. This, and her calmness in sticky situations, makes her extremely valuable in meetings with hostile species.
She is also quite friendly, very nice, and is often the go-to person when you're in need of a little talk with someone trustworthy. If you manage to become close with her, like a good friend, she will confide in you more then she would any other person. She likes teasing the very few friends she has.
It may not look it but Ekoria has a slight problem with trusting others, due to her father's family's betrayal. This is one factor in why she has few friends and even with those few friends not many of them know much about her. This trust issue doesn't show up much at all, and she has no problem confiding in someone business wise. It only tends to show up on a personal level.
She is also extremely intelligent. She can break down the hardest questions into something easy to understand and can make something out of practically nothing. She has a habit of evaluating things around her, like other species or things like emotions. Anything really, nothing rarely escapes her attention.
↘ likes ::
[Frozen yogurt] : A human made food she oddly has a taste for. It was most likely picked up from her mother, who loved frozen foods.
[Planet LV-228] : Despite being raised on Planet X2610 she has a love for Planet LV-228 because of her father.
[Technology] : Do you need an explanation? She likes taking things apart and making new things out the bits and pieces. Enough said.
[Warmth] : She can take the cold no problem but there's something about warmth, like blankets for example, that just appeals to her.
↘ dislikes ::
[Rudeness] : She just doesn't like it. Please and thank yous are more appreciated.
[Aggressiveness] : She's not one to hate it completely, she's more of someone that will attempt to make someone less aggressive. With a bit of teasing, of course.
[An unsolvable problem] : If one arises she tends to spend endless days with little sleep or food trying to figure it out. It's unhealthy but rewarding at the same time.
↘ biography :: Ekoria's story starts with her parents, who were in fact two entirely different species. Her father was a species of the planet LV-228 and her mother was a species of planet X2610. They happened to meet on chance, or fate as some would call it, and immediately liked each other on the spot. It took just a few weeks of random meetings and dates before the two fell completely head-over-heels in love with each other. It was a secret relationship, for they feared their relatives and friends reactions. The father's parents happened to find out and being a extremely rare hateful family (Hey, there's always that one family) of LV-288 they had their son disbanded from the family. A complete outcast now, the father moved in with the mother on planet X2610. Within a short year of living happily together they had a female child, a hybrid of the two species. The two didn't have any other children and brought up their child, whom was named Ekoria, on planet X2610.
Being a simple family, the two parents supported whatever Ekoria did and were greatly happy when she showed potential in sciences. To make a long story short the two grew old together and she grew up to become a very intelligent young lady. She took a job on her home planet Headquarters and quickly moved up in her status there. She also took on many other jobs, one of which included managing the technology on the planet Kepler.
Ekoria moved her aging parents to home where they would be taken care of by those who enjoyed caring of the elderly. She visits them often, for advice or someone to talk to. She herself lives practically in the Headquarters with a homely little building just minutes away, cramed somewhere in the network of the tall skyscrapers. She also has a small room in the Headquarters (in the 'hotel' sort of part of the huge building, of course) which she only visits to sleep.
Ekoria become a scientist and inventor of good standing in the Headquarters, known for her reputation in inventing life changing technology. She also took on the job of managing the Headquarters and Kepler's Core because she was quite good in fixing little blips of problems, of course, and directing younger workers. She occasionally teaches but only when asked to. She's usually found in the Headquarters working on something. Sometimes she'll walk around, lost in thought.
Because of her father's banning from the family Ekoria is a tad afraid to visit planet LV-288 for fear of being rejected. She hasn't told anyone this but her parents, whom she tells just about everything. Because she is a hybrid and unsure what species she is she simply calls herself an Olympian, a new race she unknowingly named. She rarely talks out loud and instead uses telepathy, which is connecting her mind with others and speaking to them that way. It's quite easy to get used to after a few short conversation and one can easily respond. She finds it is better to socialize to others this way because it's easier to convey thoughts and feelings through a connection between minds. She only talks outloud to those she's extremely close to, which happens to be only her parents at the moment. No one really knows why she doesn't speak outloud when she is fully capable of doing so.
↘ other :: Unless you can't tell, Ekoria's body is covered is small and sleek scales of black and yellow. They're almost like extremely small, smooth-ish flat stones.
↘ username :: Wyrda Stenr
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:26 am
RavenName: Raven Ershkigel Age: 22 Short Bio: Raven was a very dark girl when she was young. She didn't have a mother and her father was a drunk. Though she was dark she wasn't the typical gothic girl that slit her wrists and dabbled in the arts of Satan. She was just quiet, wore dark clothes, and basically kept everyone away with her dangerous aura. She can fight and isn't afraid too when threatened. As she grew older and finished high school the gothic theme stuck. She still seems dangerous, still wears darks clothes with the spikes and the such. She also has piercings and many tattoos. Her fighting ability got better. Raven doesn't have many friends. She is very smart so she didn't go to college. To earn money she does a lot with computers; research, fixing computers, hacking. Doesn't matter to her as long as it pays. With the money she earned she bought a decent sized house just on the edge of her town, not too far away but not too close. To decorate she's hired a interior designer.
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:30 am
 Name: "Captain" Anton Barrett
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Ship's Name: The Rising Sun
Crew Of: 15 of varying ages
Personality: Anton is extremely cold towards his crew when it comes to giving orders. He's a straight to the point, no beating around the bush sort of person. He can be a bit sarcastic and likes to tease those who practically ask for it.
Though, despite his looks, Anton can be a bit of a softy to the less unfortunate. Sure, he'll take down a whole fleet of ships but if there's a group of hostages on board he won't hesitate to rescue them himself. He's the one to leave children alone and help women escape. The crew know of this side but they know better than to make fun of it. If someone ends up accidentally making fun of it they wake up the next practically blue and purple the next day.
When you first meet him he's hard to get close to, due to that fact that he has a hard time trusting people. He pretty much gives newcomers the cold shoulder, it takes awhile for him to warm up to them and for them earn his trust.
Short Bio: Anton practically grew up on the seas, by himself that is. He never had an actual father. Ever since he was a baby he'd go from person to person that'd take care of him but abandon him the moment they couldn't take his destructive and cold personality. When he reached an old enough age he started working on ships as cabin boy or some lower position, it wasn't until he was seventeen when he started jumping on pirate ships. The last one he jumped on was The Rising Sun, where the captain took a liking to his nature and took him under his wing. This was the closest Anton got to a fatherly figure.
Anton spent quite a long time on this ship, meaning to leave but never able to bring himself to do it. At age twenty the captain died, leaving the ship and all his possessions to Anton in his will. It took awhile for the crew to take a liking to him, and him to them, but since then he has been the captain of The Rising Sun and it's trustworthy crew.
Recently he has been sailing the seas looking for an island fabled for its treasures and beautiful scenery of foliage and an old, rundown city of religious people. The people have been long gone and it's nearly impossible to find the island. Anton has a few leads though and he's determined to find it, for various reasons.
Username: Wyrda Stenr
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:33 am
Age :: Too old to even matter
Species :: Demon
Sexuality :: Heterosexual
Abilities / Powers :: The ability to transport through shadows, use advanced magic, and cause death to any being he wishes to die.
Personality :: It's hard to tell what Samael's personality is because it's constantly changing and he's kinda hard to describe. Sometimes he's quiet, sometimes he's really sarcastic and teasing. Though through all of that he has a really odd soft spot. The kindness rarely shows but when it does it's surprising to those that see it. He's also understanding and thought of as a "really cool principal".
Likes :: Books, kittens, good students, and those who think outside the box.
Dislikes :: Some rules, those who discourage creativity, and really strict people.
Teaches :: Some classes when no one else is teaching them.
Biography :: Samael, or known as Sam to most, has too long and too difficult a history to record. He has always been a demon but hasn't done much as one. His life was filled with boredom with the occasional excitement. After so long he decided to build a school. Instead of keeping it just for inhuman students he made it for both inhuman and human for a sort of entertainment and because he likes teaching. With humans and inhuman beings so close together it was decided by more powerful beings in high positions that certain rules will be placed on the school to keep the two from meeting. Samael was a bit disappointed at the rule because he doesn't see much wrong in a inhuman being and a human being friends as long as nothing bad happened but he obliged all the same. Secretly though he thinks that as long as the two should meet by 'accident' and they agree to his certain conditions that it should be fine. It was an accident after all, so it doesn't break any rules because there isn't anything in the rules about accidents.
Other :: N/A
Username :: Wyrda Stenr
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:36 am
 Hey! My name is: Mia Blomkvist But you can call me: By first or last name Last time I checked I was a: Female I blow out: 18 candles on my birthday! I'm: Girl #3 People say I'm:- Extremely quiet - Shy - Creative Give me more of... ♪ : ♪ °- Strawberries♪ ♪ °- A good book (mostly crime fiction)♪ ♪ °- A peacefully sunny day♪ How can you stand it? ☠: ☠ °- Bossy, harmful, dangerous people ☠ ☠ °- Thunderstorms ☠ ☠ °- Ghost stories ☠ Let me describe myself for you..: Mia is an extremely shy person that doesn't talk much. It's easier to say she's a bit lacking socially. She likes to keep to herself and is very kind to others, almost protective at times. If one of her friends were to be in danger she wouldn't hesitate to put herself in danger's path, even if it was to go against one of her fears. She seems quite relaxed a lot of the time, bright, and happy. Most people find it extremely easy to be cheerful in her presence. She's easily upset and in such situations, if bad enough, she'll run off and hide herself to cry by herself. This problem stems from her history with her family. She'll also do anything she's told to do, even if it's harmful to her being. Don't judge a book by it's cover: Mia grew up in a destructive family. Her father was an abusive druggie who beat both her and her mother. Her mother felt such pain and anger that she took it out on her daughter when the father wasn't home. She did everything she was told to to the dot and tried as hard as she could to keep out of her parents way as much as she could. She would constantly lock herself in her room though it was proven many times that it wouldn't stop her father, only delay him. She wore clothes bigger than her original size and was completely capable of hiding serious pain behind a bright smile and seemingly normal teenager appearance. She never consulted a doctor or the police, fearing what her parents might do. Mia was a quiet, secluded person in school. She seemed to be constantly alone. But for some reason she managed to make friends, which made her happy during the school days. She never told anyone of what her family was like, actually she never talked about herself at all. Most would tell her she was like the definition of selflessness. Despite what her household is like Mia is an exceptionally smart girl, always striving to get A's. Usually before she has to go home after school she'll visit the library and get a few books to put in her book bag. She is extremely happy to spend her summer break away from home (and also a bit surprised her parents said she could go). She hopes to have as much fun as she can. Oops! I almost forgot!: Nobody knows of her situation at home. She also has numerous noticeable scars on various parts of her body, some are not so noticeable. Even on such beautiful days she fears wearing anything other than long sleeved shirts and jeans. The least amount she's even worn was a shirt that had sleeves down to her elbows and with jeans rolled up only slightly. She doesn't want to answer any questions or talk about where the scars come from. The person who pulls my strings! Wyrda Stenr
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:39 am
Hi I'm Akalia Anu, But my Prince calls me Anu. I blew out 23 candles this year. I am the Personal Guard of the Wind Prince. What I use to make sure I can protected my Prince: Advanced in all kinds of magic. Can also use a small blade, preferably a hunting dagger. The people say I'm: ~ Occasionally sarcastic ~ Beautiful, even stunning (despite her not caring much) ~ Intelligent Likes:~ Magic (mostly playing around with it) ~ The color blue ~ The sound of a breeze Dislikes:~ Idiots ~ Sappy people ~ People getting too close to her Here let me describe myself to you: Anu is hard to understand and reserved but doesn't mind a decent talk with someone she likes. It's either she doesn't like someone or she likes them. She likes to play tricks on people with her magic since she doesn't do much with it except serve her Prince. She is rarely kind and gentle, it takes quite the person to pull that side of her out. The only kindness she really shows is the protectiveness she shows for her Prince, whom she sees as a sort of brother. Not much is known about Anu's personality, it can change as quickly as a summer breeze. My life story hm? I guess I can tell you: Anu was born from a mortal mother and a demon of a father. No really, he was a demon. Her childhood was pretty normal despite that fact and since her father was a demon she grew up with quite the knack with magic. When she got too good for school, being as smart as she was, she was taken on by a local Mage. Soon she surpassed him and was known as a very powerful magic user. When she hit her eighteens she set off to earn a life of her own away from her happy family life. Taking only a bag of her books and small amount of belongings she traveled across kingdoms and towns until she was taken in by the the Wind Prince's father, hired to protect him. At first she absolutely resented the job but she came to like it and the person she was protecting. Now she practically never leaves his side, always there to protect from enemies or even offer a little advice. Heck, there isn't much she won't do for him. He's like a spoiled brother to her. Anything I missed..... Oh yeah: The color of Anu's magic is a lightning blue and she has marks on her face, stomach, neck, back, and chest that light up slightly when she uses it. I am played by the Puppet-master: Wyrda Stenr
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:45 am
 xxxxxxxxGail ChernobylCherI'm a 92 year old female that's a reptilian hybrid/human experiment.My love interest is males of any species (though she has a slight fear of being in such a relationship with a male due to her past).In the early 1940's, the time of World War 2 and the Holocaust, Gail was just 22 years old. A beautiful, normal woman that loved to read and write. She wasn't too concerned about the Holocaust, being that she lived in Germany with relatives at the time and was high ranking in the society. But one day she was accused of being on personal terms with a Jew, even though she really wasn't, and everything went down hill quickly from there. She was sent to one of the many camps, her belongings taken away and clothes she's never seen before shoved onto her body. She was forced to work for a short while before one of the high ranking Nazis took her to his home to work as a slave, as some Jews did. There she worked for a few years, repeatedly beaten and raped by the high ranking Nazi who had no other way to take out his anger.
Close to killing herself, Gail was then sold to a Dr. Eduard Wirths. This Eduard experimented on humans for the greater good of Nazi combat and survival. Gail was experimented for various problems but as the doctor was attempting something new, to create a sort of superhuman, he accidentally morphed her body into something no longer human. She had grow pitch black scales in various places on her body (mostly her stomach, back, arms, and legs), poisonous sharp fangs and teeth, glowing yellow cat eyes, and not to mention heightened senses. She was able to move at fast speeds, had inhuman strength, wasn't easy to kill, and could shoot a person straight through the eye at far distances with just a pistol. Ecstatic, the doctor kept her a secret and experimented on her more in attempts to create others like herself.
Gail was driven near to insanity but managed to escape, killing the doctor and the entire staff he worked with. She wandered the shadows of the Earth. When she managed to find sketchy looking apartment she immediately started living there since no humans usually came near it. She's lived there ever since, unsure of what to do with herself and trying to forget her past. Her slight insanity is quite dormant now.
Gail has no living or current friends.
Other than the talents listed in the bio Gail still loves to read and has taken up a small hobby of drawing.
Wyrda Stenr
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:50 am
 Username: Wyrda Stenr Name: Deyanira Nickname: Yanira / Deya Age: 20 Race: Human Abilities: Light on her feet, quick, and graceful Weapons: Small blades, such as daggers and small swords, and a few vials of poisons Demon Blade: Raikiri "lightning blade"  & Kokuen "black smoke"  Bio: Deyanira grew up alone and without a family on the streets of some place she didn't bother remembering the name of. The instincts of survival and the desire to live were threaded into her code of DNA as she grew. What ever she needed she stole and she was rarely ever caught. What she stole she sold for money to buy food. She slept in any place she could find. She didn't talk to anyone or make friends because she was always constantly moving around to different places. One of the rare times Deyanira was ever caught was when she was stealing, or attempting to steal, from the home of what she thought was a weak old man. She almost got away too (with such a lovely looking collection of blades she could sell in the market) if she wasn't knocked clean off her feet by the sudden appearance of a polished walking stick at her knees. The bundle of swords she was carrying, wrapped neatly in a thick blanket she carries with her (along with a small bag of other things), was scattered across the floor. She rolled onto her back to find an old man that look as if he belonged in some sort of movie training ninjas. He jammed his walking stick against her neck, not bothering to keep from hurting her, and asked what she was doing with his swords. She answered that she was taking them because she needed them to which he replied that she was being ridiculous. He them made her stay, polish, and put away his swords with a carefulness that was backed up with a painful bit on the back of the head if she did something wrong. After that the old man, who never really told her his name other than to call him "Teacher", had sort of taken her in as a student. Turns out, he did train people in advanced swords play! Fast forward a few years and Deyanira was one of her Teacher's best students. She was (and is) very quick with blades and with her movements. She can throw a dagger right on target from great distances. She can find hiding in the most smallest of spots and survive in the harshest of conditions (something that she had from living alone on the streets but more honed with years of training). She's a completely different person then she was. With her training done she was free to leave to travel again with a better state of mind then worrying about how she was going to survive the next day. Her Teacher, who had come to be like a father to her, gave her two swords as a sort of going away gift. He told her that she was his last student and he wanted her to have them (with the promise that she would come visit some times). Now Deyanira is twenty years old and she has long known that the swords given to her as a gift are demon swords. She still travels a lot in dark garbs with a equally dark cloak that hides her face with a hood. She likes to spend the night in inns for just one night and move on to a different town. She still steals a bit but she gets most of her money by carrying out jobs that others ask her to do for them. Some are simple, others are more complex and difficult. She even does assassinations. Just recently she has heard tales of a 51st demon blade. Originally she held no interest for it and planned to let others go for it but then she couldn't help but feel a slowly growing desire for the blade. Now she searches for the 51st (even if she doesn't even know what she is to do with it). Personality: Deyanira is the mysterious, silent type that sits in the shadowed corners of an inn. She rarely talks to anyone but if she does that person has to be quite the person; different then the usual idiots that try to strike a conversation with her. She is calm and confident in her movements and abilities but not so confident in people. From her time being alone for so long in streets with nothing but her survival instincts she has come to find that trusting people is very hard. Very rarely does she come across a person she can trust with her life. The only person she has trusted in her life was that old man. All other people are just a bag of lies and tricks. So what better way to deal with that than to lie and trick herself? Throw in a good ability of defense and fighting, which makes for a nice intimidation factor, and people will just about leave you alone. If they do in fact bother to come near her then at least they'll know (or soon learn) not to mess with her. Deyanira isn't afraid to kill to stay alive. It's either hunt or be hunted for her. So her demon swords' need for blood and violence is no problem for her. She can always feed that thirst with the blood of someone who needs to be put out of their misery. She also assassinates; a task given to those who are equally as shady as she is. A bit of money that will pay for her night at an inn and she can kill that person in just a few hours. She leaves no trace of their bodies or of evidence that can be used against her. Once killed she usually disposes the body in places people ever rarely look. Deyanira is dark, cold, harsh, and sarcastic. She can be nice and kind but she's only been that way for one person. It's rare to see her genuinely smile. Likes: Her jobs, tricks, foggy mornings, thunderstorms, money, and butterscotch Dislikes: People, liars, chaos, hot days, and having no way out of bad situations
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:51 am
Pascal Xiuhcoatl  Cal Age: 17 Year: Junior Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Group Label: Artist, dancer (more of a hobby) & popular Position: Art Club President & Student Body Vice President Personality: Pascal has an overall great personality, in her opinion. She's friendly; easy to get along with. This is something that's good for leadership, which she enjoys. Of course that's obvious with her two positions in two different "clubs". She likes to lead people fairly but since she isn't exactly student body President she's perfectly fine with being the sort of "second-in-charge". At least she can still offer ideas or discuss ideas with the President. There's also the fact that she's President of the Art Club. So she still has a leading position.
Though Pascal can take on great responsibilities some would say she's quite irresponsible. Of course they only think this because of her seemingly carefree nature. Just because she has so much to do doesn't mean she shouldn't enjoy her years of high school. So, get everything that needs to be done done and out of the way and enjoy free time when possible. She can get things done easily and calmly without too much stress or worry. She's intelligent and good in classes. Also follows orders to the dot; so she's dependable.
Pascal is creative, artistic, and very graceful in her movements but also sarcastic, teasing, and a bit mischievous. She's confident in what she is able to do and doesn't fall easily to bullies. Overall, she's a pretty great person to know personality wise. Background: Pascal has and had the pretty basic life of a child with average parents. Her parents met at college, fell in love, and got married. When her mom was pregnant they moved into a average sized house and then Pascal entered the world of the living. Her parents expected a boy, had the perfect name too, but surprise, surprise! Girl. So that's how she got her boyish name. She grew up in a friendly neighborhood, made friends, and was watched over by two loving parents. It was obvious to them from the beginning, when she took a great interest in dancing, the arts, and leadership (in her group of friends), that she would be quite special and far from average. So, her parents decided to take all of these interests and nurture them. They grew up very well as Pascal did and she met the proud expectations of her parents who knew she would do many great things.
Now in the present, Pascal still lives in the house she grew up in with parents that work morning to late afternoons. She goes to high school by car, which she bought with the money she earned by selling her art. The money she earns usually goes towards college or something she feels is needed. She's well known in the school because of her two leading positions and because just about everyone knows her name. They may not know her exactly but they must've at least heard of the name. She's good in her classes, always passing with A's or the occasional high B. Likes to spend lunch time elsewhere, usually in the Library. She always carries a sketchbook in her messenger bag along with an iPod so she can listen to the music she enjoys dancing to along with other favorites. She wishes to go to an art college which she is certain she will be able to pay for with the money she has saved up and scholarships. Of course getting into an art college should be no problem. She wasn't elected Art Club president just because she could lead but also because she is one of the top artists in the school (though not the only one, of course). She is able to do just about all mediums of art, and do them very well. She's already won many awards, including those that run her against other artists in the entire state, and has sold many of her pieces. She's already started her career in art. Other: Pascal loves snack foods. She eats snacks more often then she does lunch. Doesn't matter what kind of snack it is, healthy or not, she'll eat it without even gaining unwanted weight. Parent/Guardian Signature: WyrdaStenr
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:53 am
 San Tokinonsocial | shy | friendly
Job | Since she lives alone in the mountains she doesn't really have a job. It's hard to have a job when civilization is so far away. So, using the amount of land of the mountains, she built a massive garden right next to her home. She somehow manages to make plant species grow that don't even belong in mountains. She does all sorts of things with these plants and herbs (dry them, cook them, store them in jars, etc.) and when she feels she has a good stock and needs something she'll travel to the nearest area of civilization and trade.
She'll also take visitors into her home (it is way too big for herself after all), like an inn or even the occasional hospital. Quite helpful for travelers or those who are lost.
Age | 20
Animal species | Mountain cottontail
Description | Really short (just barely at 5 feet tall), skin is pale white, hair is also white, and has a soft line of short brown fur going down the spine and ending in a white tail.
Battle skill/talent/abilities | San has enhanced hearing and smell. She is also very fast and can leap, bound, and jump at high heights and speeds. Of course there is also her green thumb and odd affinity with the earth.
Thoughts | I just like rows of plants much better than crowded towns... Much more organized, I think.
San Toki had grown up in a town with her parents. They weren't as nonsocial as their daughter but they still didn't feel a need to be as social as most of the town folk. It was all too fast paced for them. So, before San was old enough to start making friends, they moved into the mountains. They all felt right at home there and made a home right into the side of the mountain. It was a bit hard to notice if you weren't looking for it at first; a round, plain door set into the side of a mountain. Now it's painted a lovely gold color and there's a fence around the door, enclosing a homey looking cobbled "porch" with benches, tables, and a garden of colorful flowers. There's a path of stones leading up to the gate in the fence. If you look closely there's also a lot of round windows in the side of the mountain. It's all very friendly looking, outside and in. The inside, of course, is huge. Halls and rooms lead deep into the mountain. Upon entering one can feel right at home just by looking at the huge living area. The home can house many families or people but most of the rooms are empty. Outside the stone path branches off just before the gate to lead to a huge clearing surrounded by trees. The clearing (which she made bigger after her parents died) contains just about every plant imaginable in various, healthy stages of growth. It isn't that hard to find this home if you know it's there or you pay attention to the signs that someone is living there. It's also easily accessible.
San Toki grew up happily with her parents while they were building this home little by little. She didn't mind that she had no friends. Her mother was her best friend. As she grew of age her mother taught her how to take care of gardens and all the uses of plants. She learned most quickly the uses of herbs (for food or medical uses, it matters not). It was her favorite thing to learn. When San turned nineteen, and the home was finally finished, her parents died. They were just exhausted and satisfied with their work so it wasn't that devastating. San buried them underneath a huge, beautiful tree growing just outside the fence that enclosed the door to the house. She quickly took up the job of taking care of the garden and home. She'll occasionally get all sorts visitors and let them stay in her home for as long as they need to. She'll also visit the nearest town and stay there for a day or weeks at times to trade the things she grows or finds in the mountain forest surrounding her home. Some may call it boring but she is quite happy and content with her life.
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