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NAME : Dr. Arlette Amelia Cloverlily V
GENDER : Female
AGE : 33-35
OCCUPATION : A doctor. She fixes things. (Though what exactly, she isn’t quite keen on disclosing.) “People, animals, mechanics! Whatever ya want really!” is how she would put it.
RACE : Human
LIKES : – Secrets, especially the sort about herself.
- Fixing things, self-explanatory.
- Piles of junk and scrap metal, through which she has had many an adventure.
- Modifying things, particularly living things. (See ‘Rupert’.)
- Rupert, her cat, with whom she co-exists. This slinky grey beast has a special eye called a ‘mechanical monocle’, of which the doctor is quite fond (more so than the cat.)

DISLIKES : – Close-minded people, they don’t let the world expand.
- Lawyers. (No comment, see previous.)
- Making things. She much prefers to fix pre-made things, making things requires one to start with nothing. Nothing is something she is not in possession of.
- Super sticky sweet edibles, it’s a long story (which includes sticky buns, bunny rabbits, and a glass door.)

LOOKS : Her looks include, but are not limited to: being of average height, having honey brown hair, and eyes like the morning mist, with the addition of rimless glasses when her goggles are not in use. This essentially translates into being covered in dirt and grime, grease and slime. Not to mention the mussing of her various canvas skirts, patterned vest, crinkled white shirt, leather boots and frivolous top hat. All of these include, but are not limited to, the further addition of metal gears, cogs, and ‘swirly things’ all rolled up into this one of a kind ‘mechanic’.

PERSONALITY : It is perhaps just as possible as it is impossible to describe Arlette in so many words. On one hand of the spectrum, she is perfectly sane in everything she does. But of course, this side of the spectrum is reserved solely for those whom society has classified (with big red stickers, one might add) as ‘insane’. There is a friendly joy to her eccentricity, and a powerful compelling nature to her personality that propels her forward with huge smiles and secrets abound. Ridiculous at times, genius at other, she can fix anything with a strange sort of know-how. When her ability is challenged however, there is a ferocious intensity to her which borderlines various things (such as ‘show-off’, ‘stern and serious’, or even ‘apathetic’.) These brief lapses of sense cause nothing short of a catastrophe, usually involving the destruction of one or more pile of junk and the throwing of large heavy metallic objects to the floor. Nonsensical activities when ‘sane’ include various things like doing her job and oiling the cat’s machinery. In laymen’s terms, she is as easy to read as a book. Granted, the book is probably in Latin, but that never stopped most people from looking at the pretty symbols.

HISTORY : It begins, perhaps, in a mechanical town that shall not be named, with the birth of a child that shall also not be named. And with the birth of children, every parent finds themselves hoping for happiness so as to condemn the growth of an individual. Yet, when one so very young is thrust into a world of abandonment, rather than orderly nurturing, reality becomes a little crooked and individuality inevitable. The truth of this statement can be found in the life and personal file of a one Arlette Cloverlily. Raised by a scruffy plump man, known to her only as ‘Grandfather’, she was surrounded day in and out by the oddest mechanisms of mechanical machinery that one might find in the possession of a mechanic. Fascinated by this, much as a pocket watch is fascinated by time, she grew up to learn many a craft and trade in the art of doctoring mechanical things. However this description is not quite apt for what happened, but merely provides only the vaguest hints of the truth with which young Cloverlily could ‘do’ things. It became publically known, shortly after her personal file disappeared from record, that a one Dr. Arlette Amelia Cloverlily V had opened shop in a quaint little cobblestone street city. And in this shop, she fixes things. Baubles and bubbles, discombobulaters and whatchamacallits. But that is all. Beyond that, the truth is a secret which she guards carefully, ever so very carefully.

( PETS: To reiterate, if you read the 'likes' section, it mentions her cat Rupert. The details on Rupert are not very interesting. He's a sleek cat, not one of the fluffy ones. Dark in color. Mechanical on half of his head. That's all ya need to know.)

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NAME: Aku Kodoku
GENDER: Male
RACE: Human
AGE: 19
SEXUALITY: Straight Possibly bicurious
OCCUPATION: College student
HEIGHT: 5'10"
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Short, gray, and slightly layered with bangs

CLOTHES: Being the typical teenager/young adult, his clothes are pretty ordinary and modern. On normal days, he can be seen wearing a simple shirt with an outside jacket/sweater with a hoodie. He has a slight case of the male superiority complex, which is why he usually has a (bloodied) bandage around his neck, as a "battle scar." His other various accessories are chains attaching from his belt, left hanging, giving him a slight punk look.

LIKES: salty foods, arguing, music, kittens
DISLIKES: too much sweets, crazy (yaoi) fangirls, rabbits

PERSONALITY : Growing up, he did learn the basic manners to live sufficiently in life, but if he ever does get ticked off, he becomes a real pain in the a**. Arguments most likely will erupt around Aku, and even when he knows he's wrong, he won't back down very easily. But with the occasional bickering aside, he loves to have fun and will stick up for his friends no matter what. If push comes to shove, he'll engage in fist fights if he has to.

HISTORY: Aku grew up in a normal family with his parents. He never had any siblings so he was a bit lonely as a child. He seeked comfort in friendship he made and clung to that as he grew older.

Around the age of 16, he was introduced to a friend of his parents who had a beautiful daughter, and a marriage was supposedly arranged. At that time, Aku had no interest in love and thought that he was not in need of a partner.

A horrible incident occurred one evening and his future fiance was murdered. Ever since that time, he vowed revenge on the murderer and sought to find and kill him.

PETS: A gray striped kitten named Kuroi-Kaze, or Kuro-chan for short

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NAME: Connor O'Ryan
GENDER: Male
RACE: Deer fey
AGE: Looks in his 30s
OCCUPATION: Ex-Army, currently dealing with being a vet and looking for work.
HEIGHT:6'1"
EYES: Pale green
HAIR: Short messy blond, very casual

Physical Description: Conner's body is a complete mess. His jobs tend to be very physical and with a risk of violence that has left him scarred and broken over the years. He is badly scarred from burns across most of his body and lost an eye while injured in the military. He has no piercings or tattoos, but he has a small cursed seal written into the skin above his heart.

CLOTHES: Modern and casual. Jeans and long sleeved t-shirts. He likes graphic type shirts and button downs to class it up a bit. He also wears an eye patch or a bandanna to cover his ruined eye.

PERSONALITY : Connor is always smiling and joking, even when something bothers him. He doesn't like letting on when he's upset. He's very self deprecating and outgoing with a love of terrible B movies, designer fashion shows, and high quality DJ music. Since his latest tour of action, he's been a little more subdued than normal, perhaps more shaken then he'd like to admit.

HISTORY: Connor was cursed at a young age to "never have luck in love." It sealed any supernatural abilities he may have had except for longevity and a slightly faster rate of healing, and earned him an exile from his home. It forced him to live as a human and over the years, he's completely assimilated into Gaia's human population. He'd rather be considered a human than discussing any racial differences. Even with a curse, he's never really given up on love, pouring everything he's got into every relationship and always ending up bruised. He always seems to be looking for that most basic thing, an actual connection with another being.

He's had a string of jobs over the years, mostly in areas where he could help people: police officer, firefighter, military, etc. After his latest failure in love left him brittle and somewhat broken, he went back into the military to what he knew, trying to get a little discipline and direction in his life. A year or so in, a roadside bomb killed several members of his unit and Conner was shipped home after suffering severe burns across his body and losing his left eye in the explosion. He's recently back in Gaia, trying to readjust to civilian life.

Name: Fathle (Full name unknown)
Gender: Male
Age: 200 yrs +
Occupation: Business entrepreneur
Race: Vampire

Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Red

Personality: He’s a very private person and he can come off as your typical, uptight, wealthy business man. Though, his emotional distancing is disguised by his very polite demeanor. He rarely gets angry and tends to swallow his strong emotions. He’s loyal to a fault and, strangely enough, an old fashioned romantic. His personality can be summed up with two phrases: “I’d rather eat rude people first” and “Death before dishonor.”

History: He was probably born during or before the 1800s judging by his old-fashioned mannerisms. After some tragic events that he had an indirect hand in, Fathle went into a long hibernation. He is now exploring the modern Gaian world, trying to rebuild everything he has lost from his long absence.

As a Vampire: He only feeds from male (Fathle will not feed from women) criminals prowling on the street (when he can help it) and he rarely kills his victims. He understands that would just get the police involved and everything could get very messy for him. However, he sometimes indulges his impulses by eradicating a particularly rotten apple of society.

Fathle has no pets to speak of but he gets along with all manners of animals very well. He seems to have a strange ability to interact with them smoothly.