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Gaia ID: UltraDingoMan
Character Name: Nash Steward
Age: 25
Organization: AIA
Class: Fighter
Bio: Yes it is true Nash grew up in this messed up society. yes it is true that his bosses have taken away the personal privacy of practically every human on earth. But it is also true that Nash doesnt really care about all that. Many would call him lazy or unmotivated, and perhaps that is true, however when he does his job he does it well. He would much rather be talking to a hot girl in a bar then chasing insurgents down dirty back allies. being a AIA agent is really just a job for him. His only allegiance is to his paycheck and insurance package

Appearance:He has blonde shaggy hair which is a little longer than company standards normally permit. his facial features are slim which pronounce his green eyes. He wears a black suit everywhere as is standard issue. he loosens the tie which is technically against the rules but enough to get him fired just yelled at from time to time. You normally will find him either smoking or drinking but never neither. he caries his gun on a shoulder holster under his coat which is never buttoned if on at all. he normally rolls up the sleeves on his standard white button up shirt. Really if it weren't for his ID people wouldn't believe he was AIA.

Base Stats
HP: 900/900
SP: 50/50
Atk: 35+45,60%
Weapon: Long Range: Walther V10: 9mm Handgun
Short Range: fists
Ammo: 5 9mm clips= 50 rounds
Acssry: Body Armor +400 HP
Unos: 13,500

2040

:] Kay, then it ALL works out.

X3 Almost done~! We'll have another board member! Oh ho ho ho ho! XD

UPDATE

Added a restaurant. Courtesy of that_one_hippi_guy

Gaia ID: Unintentional Happiness
Character Name: Ashleigh "Wicked Witch" Griffin
Age: Thirty-Nine
Organization: The Board of Directors
Class: Just your average everyday human.
Bio: Ashleigh Lauren Griffin, born only thirty-nine years ago. Most people know her, even her comrades, as the "Wicked Witch". As obvious as it may be, she's just ever-so charming. Even her nickname reeks of her charm. Ha. Truthfully, the girl is far from being the "kind" or rather "charming" soul as people would like to think. No, she's far from that. A specialized hard-a** and b***h on an everyday wonderful basis. For the most part, Ashleigh is a cold and distant woman, but as any one would have it, she has her moments of care and "kindness", if it could even be called such a thing. Rude and insensitive to boot, she can't really relate to most, but it's rather surprising considering what she had used to be. Oh, wait?

... Time for a trip down memory lane. All aboard!

Let's start from where things should start, the beginning. Albeit a boring start, but all tales must begin with a "once upon a time". Well, not this one, per say. Whatever, continuing on.

Ashleigh was not born with a silver spoon in her mouth, to be truthful the woman was actually an orphan. After a terrible "accident", which had almost cost the poor child her life, she was given a second chance by being adopted by the "Griffin's". At age seven she was invited and a silver spoon was placed in her mouth. She soon was part of one of the wealthier families in the world, the girl's life was virtually smooth sailing for most of her youth. Never did Ashleigh really understand what it was that her parents did, other than "whatever it was, she got to reap the benefits" and that was all she needed to know. Finally though, in 2019, Ashleigh was invited into the "family business" of illegal weaponry. Oh, that's right, her parents were the Lord and Lady of illegal goods, suppliers to the underworlds and the lords and ladies of mafia goodness. They managed to slip past the government's thumb by, well, covering their tracks, paying off the right people, and just looking like your regular ol' big a** business conglomerate.

Ashleigh didn't want to be part of the lies, of the everything. In 2020 the as the American, European, Asian, and African unions were created and that's when politics caught the eye of the only nineteen year old Ashleigh. She didn't understand it much and being the "elder" teen that she was, she felt like should start to get interested in it, and hell she did. It was at that point, she began to follow the government like a crazed an obsessed fan girl (while of course, still learning her own family's business). Over the next five years the girl learned just about all there was to learn about her own family's job as well as whatever was happening with American politics. She was engrossed in the government and it was almost as if she breathed it in.

As the "One World Government" (otherwise known as the United Nations) was created and everything was taken away (to be replaced by those impressive microchips), she knew that something grander than anything she had ever hear of was happening. To say the least, Ashleigh was excited, but her parents were not. They became more careful with what they did and they were more tightly nit than they had ever been before. It was only a matter of time before Ashleigh could catch her own parents off guard. Three years later, as net neutrality was destroyed, Ashleigh was twenty-seven. Her favorite websites were taken away, bloggers silenced and everything just seemed to become more interesting to her. Such power to do so, how amazing it actually was. Oh how it made her drool. Finally, two years after that, the War on Terror ended and at age twenty-nine, Ashleigh already understood just about everything she could understand.

The government was one powerful, powerful beast and she wanted to be a part of it, but how? She knew her one ticket to happiness, to true joy would be her parents. The old American dream would be her and she would back-stab her way into the government, but isn't that politics, anyways? Just a bunch of false truths and back-stabbers. Anarchists was a new term that came to be in 2030 and she understood it well enough in her thick-headed sort of way. Her parents were anarchists and she knew it, illegal weapons! Ha! More like a golden ticket into something grand.

Her parents opposed the government, but not openly, so Ashleigh had to catch them off guard, but that was her plan all along. It was always going to be that way. In 2036, finally the young woman found her chance. As fate would have it, the girl hadn't just been schooled in her family's business, but also in business itself. At this time she was one hell of a business mobile and she was invited over to her family's home for a dinner. Armed with a tape recorder, the woman managed to catch her parents stating certain things about their business, how they were helping out those "anarchists" as they were "good business" and how they disliked the government. Oh, it was a wonderful moment as she felt butterflies in her stomachs. She stopped the recordings after dinner, left the home giving her parents warm regards, and turned her back on her family from that point on.

The woman soon sent in the tape that she had retrieved from her family's dinner conversations to some government officials and well, the rest is as they say "history". Her parents were caught, arrested per say. Rather, their chips malfunctioned. Once supposedly "prominent" members of society, they were forced into rubble. Never did they know how it happened and when they begged their daughter for a place to say, Ashleigh was quick to turn them away. Never had she felt more proud.

The government, as fate would have it, looked into the woman's business ethic; albeit rather Black Beardesque, they understood that she knew something about what she was doing and was invited into the government circle of the "Board of Directors" all in her 35th year of living. It's been four years since her invitation and boy does she LOVE it. The power is what she had craved and everything that she had "strifed" for was indeed worth it. Her parents are undoubtedly dead somewhere, or if they are not, they are as good as dead. Ashleigh though, does not care at all. Cold-hearted to say the least, but what would one expect from a witch, so-so wicked?
Area of Influence: Weapons Distribution [She oversees the ones that get weapons just handed over to them. Of course, it's in her blood.]
Appearance: Ashleigh Griffin

One's opinion of a witch is nothing near to what this woman looks like. When one thinks of a witch they think, big ol' warted nose, green skin, and scraggly dark colored hair. Of course, a modern day witch is something much different, but to a degree one would expect nothing in the area of "blond hair, blue eyed woman", correct? Pity though, this modern day witch fits that description rather perfectly.

Standing easily at a height of five foot five inches, the woman although far from short, is actually far from being considered "tall" for a woman. If anything, she is of average height, but that doesn't stop her. Never would it and never will it. The woman's body, like any other human is far from perfect, but that doesn't necessarily mean she isn't of adequate beauty. The woman has a body that any woman her age would die for, slightly on the curvaceous side; however, it is nothing to brag about. Pity. Strong, swift legs carry her where she needs to go. Peach colored skin does not give away her age; however, dark circles beneath her tired eyes do. A frown rests on her face at almost all times. Her brows are normally pointed in an angry manner and rarely does she ever, ever show any true "smiling" emotions.

Ashleigh's dirty blond-hazel hair parts to the right of her face, with little wisps of hair escaping the bangs. Her golden tresses fall down to her mid-back, but are rarely ever down; usually the woman's hair is kept uright to fall just barely beneath her shoulders. Piercing icy blue-gray eyes can see through just about anyone's "soul". Beneath her eyes, as stated earlier, are dark colored blueish-gray circles. While not noticeable from afar, up close one can truly see the sleep-deprived eyes and soul of the woman.

Going deeper than the woman's outer appearance, beneath her clothing choice or style in which she dresses, one must know of the hidden things on her skin. Just beneath her breasts, streaking from rib cage to rib cage is a deep looking scar. Around her left ankle, is another cut, which causes the woman to go at a slower pace than most with just the slightest limp. Though one does not know why, most know not to question the "witch", so that they may not be "cursed" by her.

XD She's not even finished.