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Name:Leon Rasbusen
Age: 18
race:unborn
gender:male
weapon:a lighter
powers: Can control fire.
appearance:
bio:Leon hails from Romania. His family being poor moved to america in dreams of having more money.He lived in Romani until he was 11. . He lost his mother at 13 and his father a year later.His foster family were all abusive to him. Thye couldent understand why he couldent get rid of his accent. He was beaten and force feed drugs at times to keep him from talking. At the age of 16 he ran away and has lived on the streets since, doing whatever it took to survive.

Note Unborn is only a cool name for a race if you don't want to be human. They don't turn into Locusts and all that fun crap

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Character Full Name: Sentinel Alucardt Marcieles aka Ziris Duo Zenith
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Birthdate: October 16
Distinguishing Marks: A tattoo on right forearm of the cross in a celtic style with the trinty mark in the middle, and background of cross. A tattoo of an Angel wing on left shoulder and demon wing on his right. Scars covering his torso, and biceps from long battles and various struggles.
Character Description: Black soft hair that goes to shoulders length. Pale blue husky eyes with a silver rim on the outer circle of the pupil. He has soft thin pink lips, a semi-tan skin tone that looks soft, and refined. His muscular build is that of an athlete, lanky but defined. He wears a tight black Band tee, while also bearing a a snug body hugging a-shirt 8Wifebeater* underneath, while on his bottom half he wears tight fitting denim jeans that start at the hip with a a triple-rowed studded belt. On his forearms and wrists he bares black leather gloves with titanium knuckles. On his feet he has on a pair of black and white converse. He is normally seen smoking his favorite cigarettes...menthols, or Al Capone Cigarillos.
Weapons: Colt 1911 w/P 99 custom parts and handle lengthened to hold longer magazines.
Weight: 185 lbs,
Height: 5"11
Blood Type: O
Bio: Sen has lived a strange and sullen life, much tradgedy, and struggle hasbefallen him from birth and will probably last him till death. When he was young his father sold him off to a small childs army, to be used as a disposable unit, he grew up in the core of many battles and assassinations, when he was 16 he escaped this world of blood and ran into his first love Dema Reis Satora. When the military faction had found his where abouts by chance they kidnapped his love and left him a note as to where she could be found. In an enraged attempt to get her back he went to the the Faction leaders Mansion, his name was Rei Asura. When he made his way through brutally destroying the guards he found himself in the main entrance and grand hall of the mansion only to see his love and his mother hanging on crucifixes. With his loss he wept and was attacked from behind by Asura himself. When awoken, Sentinel was in a bed back in his old military encampment. He formed a small rebellion and later wiped the halls of the mansion with Asuras blood. After he left the military for the last time he searched out his cowardly father and to brought him to his knees, with only screams drowned out with his own blood. Sentinel left his father to die and was, at the age of 18, taken in by a wealthy uncle. He know lives in peace, fighting his inner demons and memories off daily, alone in his room or out and about in the darkness on his motorcycle.

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Name: Erik Stalves
Age: 17
race: kitsune
gender: male
weapon: Single b*****d sword, and a 9mm pistol he customed
powers: He's got a high intellect, and investigation skill.
appearance: He has somewhat long spiky dark brown hair, dark brown eyes he usually hides behind sunglasses. He wears a black leather vest with that points out at the top, and he wears a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped beneath it, attached to his belt is where he keeps the sword and other weapons which hangs loosely over his black cargo pants and white shoes. Hanging from one of his pockets is a metallic chain.
bio: when he was younger and the town had divided his family went down a dark road, every night his father was beating his mother and if not that people were breaking in almost daily. Once he had even gone home to find his mother in the kitchen getting raped by some stranger. To make things worse his father had even brought home a few strange women and did them. One time while he had come home from school his father had been sitting there with a shotgun and forced him to have intercourse with his best friend, who happened to be a girl and then he threatened to kill them if they said anything. After all that he had finnally thought it would be over when he found his door open, and throughout the home was nothing but blood and what remained of his mother. He grabbed a pistol from his dad's gun collection, and managed to find an old dock he could use for a home and establish as a base of operations. From there he broke into some older crates and found a motorcycle that was suppossed to be shipped out before it closed and also a b*****d sword made of new age metals. Since then he has gone out to find his father and kill him for doing what he had. However he seems to keep coming across other evils that he deals with on his hunts.

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Name: Aleria of Serain (prefers to be called Ria by those she considers friends)
Age: 21
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Weapon: A sword forged with the energy of a water spirit called Neien (which is the name of the sword)
Powers: Enhanced intuition and psychic ability, mild telekinesis. (Can levitate objects, but it requires a great deal of concentration, and she is of somewhat impatient temperament. She can also sense the emotions of those around her- almost like reading minds because sometimes thought patterns are carried into those emotions, but she doesn't actually hear the words in her head or read them like a book. She is intuitive in that she knows certain things about the way people function and how people become who they are, and gets instinctive vibes when something is drastically wrong.)
Appearance: Ria has shoulder-length silver hair that she usually braids to keep out of her face, but her bangs defeat that effort as they hang down to her collarbone on each side of her face, but are shorter next to her pointed ears. They are not so obscuring, however, that they cover her charcoal-black eyes (fringed with equally dark lashes). Her skin is not so pale that it is white, but she has a hard time tanning it more than a slight darkening. She has an unblemished, youthful face. Her features and figure are curved rather than angular, but she has an elegant air about her.
Bio: Ria is descended from a high line of elves, but the current generation was cast out of the rich life by cause of Ria's cousin, who found many ways to frivolously spend the family's money, and once you're poor, you no longer have a place on the rich side of the Avenue. Ria, her cousin Alec, her younger sister Diana, and her aunt Kieri were forced to relocate to the poor side, where Kileri drowned her despair in alcohol, Alec took what little money they had to pay for drugs and his choice of whores, Diana learns to steal and pawn off various items for money, which Ria can't stop because they need the money desperately in order to get food, and Ria finds herself trying to find some sort of job to support them. Ria needs a miracle, and her former high society life is no longer there to hold her up.

Please define the type of mental abilties, for this could be mis-interpurated as anything. You may RP but please for the sake of reference, define what powers you have.

Name: Slait
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Weapon(s): One Revolver, One Pistol, One Riot Shotgun, Homemade grenades, and Four different kinds of knives for separate occasions. Has more, But these are the usual arsenal carried with him.
Powers: Unnatural Strength, Endurance, And precision.
Appearance: (Refer to pic) Normally wears a rather large trench coat, Concealing assorted weaponry. He also wears a hat most of the time. Sometimes, It's circular hat and other times it's a triangular.
Bio: Slait is a rather cold person, Who was introduced to death at a young age. In his youth, He had two brothers, A mother, and a father... The usual family in the usual world. His father, Chris, was a veteran police officer, Looked up to by many cadets and fellow officers. His mother, Robin, worked for a while, Then stayed home after her first born. However, She soon got a home job, Though Slait was never sure exactly what it was. Something to do with paperwork.
A little while after Slait turned four, His older brother Vince, at the age of seven, went missing. His parents were devastated, and searched everywhere using what money could be spared. But they soon gave up... He was most likely dead.
Then, As Slait turned six, His younger brother Wade was killed by speeding car at the age of four. Again a blow was sent through the family... Slait was pretty upset this time around, As he had a much better grasp on what death actually was.
After the death of Wade, His mother started to seem distant and his father took up more work. Slait was left alone mostly... And the seclusion started to grow on him. It became hard to make friends. His current ones began moving away, Though he didn't understand why. He felt alone.
Then one night, His father came home and had an argument with his wife. Slait stayed in his room through the yelling, Until the door slammed shut. He didn't dare leave the room though, As he could hear his mother crying...
His father never came back to that house... And his mother became even more distant to the boy. She hardly spoke, Hardly even cared for him. Just did her work and did the shopping... Just staring out the window when she finished both.
At the age of nine, Slait's mother was mugged on the way to her car at the grocery store. She was forced into a black car, Raped, killed, and tossed into a river... A fisherman found her around a month after she went missing. Another funeral...
October came, and Slait was transferred over to his father's apartment. His father had become a problem drinker. His state was similar to Robin's, However he left for work. At twelve, His father died in his sleep due to unknown causes. Unnatural, That was for certain.
Slait was finally moved into an orphanage. Very rarely, People would come to adopt. But Slait hardly cared anymore. Everyone he cared about was dead...
As he grew, He began looking into the police force, As a tribute to his father. Though his family was dead, He did still love them... At sixteen, He was a full-fledged officer. His aim was excellent, Never shaky. He practiced maneuvers, trained, and worked out every day. He worked as hard as he possibly could, He wanted to be better then his father was... He wanted to be someone to look up to.
He began to open up more, and made quite a few friends on the force. His squad was an excellent team, No other could match them. But then came the worst night yet.
They got wind of a drug lord on the other side of the city, and Quickly suited up and went out to surround the hideout... They were sent in first, As it was perceived as an average house.
"Michael, Move in on the right side. Bill takes the back door. Jersey is with me. Slait gets the second floor."
Slait slowly moved through the house, And up the stairs without any issues. His pistol was out and at the ready... The first two rooms wielded nothing significant. But then shots were fired downstairs, and he quickly moved to assist. Bill lay bleeding at the foot of the stairs... Slait quickly checked him, Discovering that he wouldn't last long. He moved past him, Watching Michael get gunned down. He fell back against the wall... Finally, Slait jumped out and aimed his gun at... Jersey?
"What are you doing?! What do you hope to accomplish with this? Your surrounded, You idiot..."
Two bullets fired out. Lower stomach and skimming his arm. He fell back, bleeding...
"You...heartless...b*****d..."
The SWAT was soon brought in, and the hostels were taken care of after a few hours. Jersey along with them. His entire squad was K.I.A. that night, and Slait was badly wounded. He survived though, and simply quit the force. His emotions after everything were like a puzzle with missing pieces, but he began to lose care in everything around him. For a few months, Slait went missing. Simply trying to sort out his life, In his new apartment. He continued to train his body, Exercising, Making sure he could still pull off everything his father could and more. Finally, At the age of seventeen, He applied for an investigative license as well as a bounty-hunting license. As soon as he had those two things, He began to make appearances at a run down bar in the poorest part of town. He spoke with people here and there... Though it was unknown exactly where he went when he wasn't there, Aside from his apartment. One thing was certain though, He was rich.

Slait still sits at that bar today. As a mercenary, A bounty hunter, and a detective. Whatever the case may be, He may accept for the correct price...

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