"Census Bureau" = [ character.encyclopedia ]

[Velvet Room]

 

[Velvet Room]

: I : Introduction to the Census Bureau
: II : Table of Contents
: III : Updates to the Census
: IV : Residents of the Velvet Room
: V : Residents of Wynander






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[Velvet Room]

"Welcome to the Velvet Room.
This is where the different forms of people's hearts are called to awaken...
By order of our Master Philemon, we have been awaiting you."

- Igor

Name: Igor
Identity: By using a strange mechanical device, Igor is able to communicate with beings in other worlds. When he has established a contract with the Persona, he calls them through a mirror in exchange for Tarot Cards. He is a mysterious being who is able to transcend space and time, but it seems that his powers are limited by his master.










Name: Demon Artist
Identity: When she was a young child, the Demon Artist exchanged something precious for the ability to paint gods and devils. Although she appears young, she has actually lived through many centuries. She is the only one who can paint Tarot Card images on Free Cards that you may find.











Name: Belladonna
Identity: Since the birth of time, Belladonna has trained her voice. Her songs are able to affect the human heart, even if the person has closed himself or herself off to the world. Most of her time is spent in the company of Nameless.











Name: Nameless
Identity: Through music, Nameless is able to free the human mind from the chains that bind it. He has grown quite skilled at playing the piano, although he surrendered his eyesight in exchange for this skill. As a blind musician, he is haunted by the sounds that are emitted by humans' hearts.











Name: Trish
Identity: Trish is a greedy little fairy who possesses a fountain that can sooth any wound or ache. Her fountain is accessible only to those who are in possession of an Actor. However, in exchange for her healing powers, she always charges a price that you may be unwilling to pay...

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[Velvet Room]

Notes about data on the residents of Wynander:
[ x ] Any edits to your profile should be requested in the topic for roleplaying applications. Simply post in that topic with the changes you wish for your profile.
[ x ] Profiles are listed in alphabetical order according to in-game character name. If you have difficulty searching for the profile you want, press Alt+F on your keyboard and type in the name of the person.
[ x ] If you previously participated in the Persona roleplay (in 2006) and can not find your character information below, you can dig through the old historical records and search for your old profile.

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Chiaku

Character Name :: Adalei Vesconte
Gaia Username :: Chiaku

Physical Description :: Adalei's hair is a sandy blonde that falls to her waist. Long hair was once considered a sign of beauty among the aristocracy, and she maintains its length in memory of this tradition. After Sehket's Awakening, she endured hardships that have reduced her to a dangerously thin figure. She is 5'7", but appears much smaller due to lack of nourishment. Despite her misfortune, Adalei has come into possession of some fine jewelry and clothing with the last year or so (primarily acquired by her Actor, Elliot). In the company of Elliot, her eyes shine with a playful light.

Personality :: Although often outwardly cynical, Adalei always tries her best in the harshest of situations. She is fairly gullible even though she often puts on the appearance of being cautious. She likes to be around people, although most of her time during the last year has been reserved explicitly for Elliot. Additionally, she possesses very strong feelings in regards to her beliefs and defends them stubbornly.
Background Information :: Adalei was the daughter of a prominent aristocratic family prior to Sehket's Awakening. Her sheltered outlook proved to be a serious flaw when her parents were murdered by the Peace Enforcement units and she was forced to survive alone. Although the murder took place years ago, she maintains a paranoid belief that the soldiers will come after her one day to finish the job.
When Adalei was 18 years old, she was invited to the Velvet Room, where she was given Elliot, a being who possessed superhuman powers from another world. They care for each other deeply, and Elliot attempts to give her the life of comfort she had lost when Sehket took control of the city.

Occupation :: Beggar / outlaw
Residence :: Primarily Rumwell

Updated August 7, 2009

Aced Desire

Character Name :: Alaina Calleigh
Gaia Username :: Aced Desire

Physical Description :: Alaina is a tall woman; standing at approximately 5'9" with a lean build. Long, chocolate brown hair waves down to her mid-back, but it usually placed up in a messy bun due to her occupation. With light brown skin and dark brown eyes, Alaina's exotic nature shows through her physical attributes - this includes smaller eyes and higher cheek bones topped with a larger upper lip - however, both are full.

Alaina is usually dressed in fairly comfortable clothing - her work clothing to be precise. A white tank top with beige work pants and tan construction boots with black steel toes and because work pants seemed to not be very fitting to the womanly form, Alaina has taken the liberty of purchasing herself some black suspenders; a very convenient idea in her mind.

Personality :: A quiet, yet hard working type, Alaina is always fixing things. Whether it be in her personal life or a house, she's always working. Although quiet, she can also be a fairly sneaky individual; the type to play pranks on fellow coworkers, but would never be the one that someone would expect. However, she only does such things to those who have proven themselves idiotic, arrogant or ignorant.

Background Information :: Alaina lived a fairly normal life; grew up in a family that had five boys - herself being the youngest and only female, she always felt that she had to prove herself. One would assume that because she grew up with a family of all boys that she'd be a lot louder than she is. No, this is why she became crafty the way she is; her brothers would always get blamed for things that she did.

As she grew up, she would always help her father and older brothers with the handy work around the house; she preferred this to cooking and cleaning. Alaina's father owned and managed a carpentry company entitled, "Calleigh & Sons" which didn't sit well with Alaina considering she wanted to one day help with the business.

Eventually, she grew up and decided to move out on her own with the intentions of starting, owning and managing her own business. And this is exactly what she did.

Occupation :: Carpenter.
Residence :: Lyster Community; constantly "assisting" in rebuilding/restoring homes.

ikshiva

Character Name :: Anya Wilks
Gaia Username :: Ikshiva

Physical Description ::
Hair: A messy cap of dark brown hair, it doesn’t quite fall past her ears but lies in such disarray that it appears longer than it actually is. Usually brushed through haphazardly in the morning, there is no order to it except when she gets out of the shower: and then usually it’s only due to the fact that water has beaten it down into submission.
Eyes: Dark brown, the years spent narrowing them in thought, anger, and concentration has made it a permanent habit now. Anya normally appears quite annoyed due to this action, but she isn’t, some of the time. Anya’s eyes usually tell the story, her emotions and thoughts. She’s not quite mastered shielding them yet .
Body type: Average height and fairly voluptuous, she blames this on having so many children, and yet is secretly proud of her body shape as well. Usually kept toned through running after said children or through the physical task of her profession, her skin is a warm dusky shade of brown partially due to genetics, and partially due to spending so much time in the sun.
Clothing: Anya likes color. Bright, screaming shades of blue, green and red accented by the occasional shawl or scarf. Normally dressed in full figured skirts with many pockets to hide an odd assortment of snacks, tools and money, when she remembers to Anya usually has on an apron stained with time and food. Her tops are usually form fitting, (all the better to show you off with, my dears) with short sleeves so as to not hinder her movements.
Accessories: Mara doesn’t usually wear accessories of any time. Jewelry ends up being yanked at by busy hands or falling into dishes, sometimes. (She’s lost plenty of rings that way). She doesn’t enjoy wearing hats (something about them stifling her hair) and other than the shawl or scarf when cold weather permits it, Mara enjoys the freedom of movement and the lack of… stuff.

Personality :: Anya’s personality is derived from her roles in life. First a mother, making her fiercely protective over her brood and uncanny with her ability to be able to track her children’s whereabouts. Second is as a cook at one of the Marsalle estates, making her a very suppressed individual who does what she can to ensure her children and her survival. As a child she had been incredibly frank and opinionated, pushy almost in her greed to experience life. However, times have changed and she has adapted to the change in the world by pushing the strong willed independent side of herself into a dark chest. The adult Anya is a pale, mute version of her former self, quiet unless spoken to, obedient and unobtrusive when the need calls for it. It is only in the kitchens, which she considers he r own domain that she exerts some of the will and influence she has to call for order. (However it can be argued that she really has no choice in the matter either: after all, an ordered kitchen is a productive kitchen.)

Background Information :: Anya was raised in a time that was still seen as peaceful, compared to the times now. As a child of a soldier and a scullery maid, life started in servitude but a pleasant one. Anya grew up understanding her station in life and didn’t have qualms with what was expected of her, nor did she had dreams of living above her station. However, things changed. Survival for Anya meant suppressing any grain of individuality she had and becoming only invisible hands and feet for what her masters needed.
Fortunately, Anya has always had a knack with food pairings. Catching the eye of the head cook at a young age, she was bought into the kitchen and used for her quick hands and small fingers to help with the decoration and preparation of meals. She grew through the ranks and at a (ripe old) age of 25, took over the estate as the head cook.
Speckled through these times, Anya has had three children. Two girls, and one little boy who have so far skipped the attention of the current master of the estate she works for. She usually has them hiding underfoot peeling potatoes and carrots, or working with the seamstress and laundresses : anywhere to make sure they avoid attention.
She isn’t happy with her status in life. She isn’t content knowing that one day she might lose her life for her profession, and that her children might be taken for her. But she has accepted her station and her ‘lot’, and doesn’t complain too much. Anya is a realist, and she knows things can be worse.

Occupation :: Cook
Residence :: Marsalle Estate

Ayira Moonflow

Character Name :: Ayira Moon
Gaia Username :: Ayira Moonflow

Physical Description ::
Age: 23 (yes she is 23 and runs a Tavern all by herself, she is smarter than she looks)
Ayira is a tall curvaceous young woman with muscle in places most women in their town don’t have. She has dark brown, almost black hair that is always worn up only allowing a few strands to curl there way down around her face. He skin is pale, porcelain almost from years of taking care of herself, and staying out of all manual labor, she could. Her fingers are long and slender, along with the rest of her, welcoming to men and women alike, which she uses to her advantage. However, what speaks most to her beauty are her eyes, they are a shade of green that no man has ever found in nature. At times, they are deep green like emeralds, and at times, they are pale like the ocean when a storm is coming. The only flaw that she ever shows on her body, not to say she doesn’t have others, is a deep scar on her right shoulder blade. It is visible with most of her outfits and she never talks about it, but it looks painful and deep.

Personality :: She has more or less two faces, one that the public sees and another she hides all to herself. To the public she is an upbeat charismatic sensual entertainer whose quick wit and sharp tongue is just what the people of Wynander need in their lives to keep their minds off the horrors that haunt them everyday. Her other side is that of longing, pain and loneliness. She would never admit it to anyone but she just wants to live a simple life free from all of the pain and suffering she sees everyday. A life where she could have a chance, a real chance to actually live. Not this one where you’re always looking out for who most important, yourself. However that’s just one side, who knows which really is the real her.

Background Information :: Ayira although a “public figure” in the slums of Waynander, is one of the most secretive. Nothing is really known about her past and many believe she changed her name to protect herself even more. She never talks about her life or her past, never expressing any deep secrets to anyone really. Why would they care about her pains or pleasures? Her purpose in life here is to distract them from their miserable lives, if only for a short time, not distract herself.

As for her "baby" The Red Rat, that is her pride and joy at the moment, but that could all change tomorrow for all she knows. Some may question how she could run a successful business in a place like this, with the cost of food, and the rate of crime, and the unsavory customers...well actually they help business more than hurt it really. As for the dilemma of food, yes she serves to a high scale clientele sometimes, but even the poor man can get a bite to here, if he trades with her that it, nothing is for free in this life. The way she can afford to do such things, she has made a few connections since opening the Rat, and with the help of some shadier friends has procured food and a very "reasonable" price, and that is all she will say on that matter.

However that then raises the issue of the crime rate and the risk she takes in storing her "goods." To solve that problem she has hired a man or six to help her guard what is hers. Thankfully these men are not picky on pay, well most of them, and will take a trade in the felsh of beautiful women over coin any day. Lucky for Ayira she has a few girls laying around for them, she herself never takes care of that payment. Yet she is always looking for more "helpers" male or female, she can find anyone a job, no matter who the person.

Occupation :: The owner and lead “entertainer” at The Red Rat, most popular tavern in the Kensington District
Residence :: Kensington District, in The Red Rat.

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SailorM4ev

Gaia Username :: SailorM4ev
Character Name :: Easter Grey

Physical Description :: 11 years of age. Naturally petite she's currently 4'10". Weight: negligible. Bright green hair in a short bob that goes just past her jaw line, is trimmed by her headband. She has expressionless amber eyes that often ignore the physical world for those found in the story books her mother wrote for her. Her clothing consists of well-worn shorts and a torn vest-like top. Her colors remain in the range of greens, yellows and whites.

Personality :: Quiet by nature and necessity, Easter tends to keep to herself and would be content to spend the day reading and exploring the sights lain within crisp pages. She is easily offput and wary of the cheerfulness of others, finding it to be an unreasonable and deceptive emotion given the current state of things.

Background Information :: Easter is a recent addition to Wynander's fleet of orphans. Her father was the owner of a sizable book store, when old enough Easter would help clean and arrange the store while mother often copied and wrote books of her own to bolster dwindling supplies. When it was clear that things wouldn't be going back to normal anytime soon the Grey's partnered up with their next door neighbors, the Ogdens, to protect the two families. Sharing their resources and security worked out well initially, until the Ogdens decided to murder the Greys and take their shares in search of a better place.

When hunger strikes badly she will occasionally make the long trip to Rumwell, but she dislikes being around such throngs of other children for various reasons ranging from shyness to paranoia. The sounds of Sehket's creatures can be heard from her room and provide a certain amount of amusement to the day keeping her young mind busy imagining what they could possibly look like, or do to a human being...

Occupation :: Begging orphan with shop keep skills. Takes the occasional odd job in stores to supplement meager handouts.
Residence :: Currently still hiding amongst the remains of her old house, which is settled in the district of Kensington, near the edge of the Rosewall Gardens.

Updated August 24th, 2009

Raynai

Character Name :: Eli Indigo
Gaia Username :: Raynai

Physical Description ::
Age: 17
Eli's been labeled short by more than one master in his younger years, but has successfully outgrown that title, just reaching five feet and eight inches. His mop of brown curls has been bleached by the sun to resemble wood. Somehow those curls don't invade his eyes, but act more as a frame for his face, a face whose description is approaching angular as food stuffs remain scarce. His hair is 'long' and curls around the middle of his neck in the back, then stairsteps to his bangs. << Did that make sense? But anyway: overall, his face is plain, sporting no brilliant distinguishable characteristics, save his one dark green eye, the other turning a bright blue, bits of its original color still speckling through, and it is also noticeably losing its sight. Eli is well built, with enough muscle to wallop most bums he might run up against, but remains thin. His hands are calloused, and his skin boasts a dark tan.

Hmm... what am I missing? Oh! Clothes! Can't have him running around nakkie! gonk Eye candy! ._.;; *holds up Akai's shoe in triumph* The clothing issue can be demolished for I now have the key to the sledgehammer!

He wears a rather transparent (threadbare might be a better adjective) loose cotton shirt with long, baggy/full sleeves, the cuffs buttoned comfortably. The shirt seems to be a mix of styles, with a large collar (slightly bigger than that of the usual men's dress shirt of today's times) folded down, and a V-cut from the collar eight inches long, intended to be laced up. Of course, the laces remain untied, and the original white of the shirt has turned to a light brown with dirt and wear. The hem of the shirt is straight, and tattered. His trousers are also a brown, light cotton, torn and frayed at the cuffs around his ankles. An old piece of rope adorns his waist. His feet wear strapped sandals, or remain bare during the spring, summer and fall. He has himself an old pair of warm, lace-up boots for winter.

Piercings: His left ear is pierced first in the lobe, and again near the top, a thin chain running between the the two balls. --It's a little long, so it hangs down, then curves back up like a hook? Er... I'm having trouble describing things today.-- The ball at the bottom has a small, plain loop hanging from it.

Tattoomies: A delicate vine with broad leaves (compared to the vine itself) curls out from behind his left ear and curls for about an inch and a half along his jaw. (Ish black, by zeh way.) *pulls out a ruler* So... *ahem* The widest it seems to get is right 'bout 7/8ths of an inch. sweatdrop

Personality :: Eli is... quiet. He appears apathetic to others and the world around him. His warm smiles have become rare, and extremely far in between, while his voice lingers on hoarse as Mutt is the only creature he talks to. His eyes like to glue themselves to the ground when listening to someone, and when speaking. He's apt to fidget as well. He's made himself the analitical type, quick to set things to order, and small things seem to bother him like a loose thread or unsymetrical decoration.

Before his sister's death, however, he was very interested in the arts, and was almost always laughing. Small lines around his eyes still remain from those days of joy. He had once been compassionate, carefree, and disorderly. That old self might be hiding somewhere beneath his facade of indifference, but discovering it would be a difficult undertaking, indeed.

Background Information :: His family (consisting of his parents, himself, and his twin sister) escaped from slavery during the more recent years of Sehket's reign. (He was around 12 at the time.) They lived as peacefully as one could considering the city's condition for approximately two years in the Lost District. Eventually the Peace Enforcement were able to find them, with much payment from their previous masters, and executed his parents while they (his parents) were headed to Kensington.

Eli and his sister, Lily being her name, were able to escape the house with the most prized and needed possessions to the Stables, where they moved into an abandoned stall and made it their home. In the following months, the two were able to salvage almost all of the family possessions that they could use. They went through the trouble of stashing the unwanted items in the basement, securing it, and burning the rest of the house. Today the structure resembles any other burned structure, with charred boards jutting randomly skyward from the reckage, with no stairs to any basement visable.

Lily managed to become deathly sick last winter, and unable to find a doctor that might help, Eli held her in his arms as she passed away. After burying Lily in a vacant section of the Boneyard, Eli kept watch over her grave for the remaining portion of winter and a good part of spring in hopes her body would decay without interference from the usual packs of dogs that were so eager for a meal. He still spends a few hours everyday sitting next to her cross, 'keeping her company', as he's assured himself.

Since his sister's death, Eli began living a secluded life, seperate from the economy and peoples of Wynander. He found food as one might in the wilderness, eating weeds and plants, and setting traps in inconspicuous corners. Days began to fade together, and life had lost its meaning as he began to fall into a routine of sitting by Lily's grave, foraging, eating, sleeping, and little else.

Until a dog followed him home from the Boneyard. The first thing Eli associated with the mutt was another mouth to feed if he ever thought of adopting him. So he didn't pay any attention. The mutt slept outside his stall every night, tagged at his heels wherever he went, and Eli never spoke to him. When the dog began chasing predators away from the rare prizes caught in his traps' clutches, guilt set in, and he began splitting the scarce spoils with Mutt. He set water out for him, and even got used to waking up burried in dog. He's not quite as lonely and listless as before, but having an animal at your heels doesn't change everything.

Occupation :: Previously a slave, he now is an orphan and self-taught herbalist/botanist.
Residence :: His residence be at the southwest corner of the stables, but he's most likely to be found in the Boneyard 'round his sister's grave, or near the edge of the Rosewall Gardens.

Updated 7/4/06 for length of hair clarification. sweatdrop
Updated 7/8/06 for tattoo measurement additions. Yeah, yeah, yeah, no more editing... right. Got'cha. Er... *ahem* I'm gonna stop typing now. sweatdrop

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Faevan

Character Name :: Fae (last name unknown)
Gaia Username :: Faevan

Physical Description :: Fae stands about 5'8'' at her full height, but tends to crouch a bit under her cloak to stand out less. If she was clean, her hair might shine a radiant platinum blonde, but it usually hands in a limp, sooty grayish braid, swinging joylessly behind her. She is a fair, but dirty woman, with the stain of plant, dirt, and sometimes blood on her hands more often than not. Her eyes are a weary chocolate brown. She has the build of one who does what she must to survive. Lean to the point of scrawny at times, with a wiry strength build out of necessity and desperation. If clean and well fed, she has the potential to be beautiful.

She is usually found wearing a large, grey rough spun cloak that covers most of her face when the hood is drawn. Her clothing tends to vary, but her one constant is the small wooden box she carries strapped to her back. If you can get close enough to her, you can hear the soft tinkling of glass bottles inside. She also carries a silver dagger strapped to her lower leg. It could feed her for a month if she sold it to the right person, yet she won't part with it for any price, despite the generous offers that have been made.

Background Information :: It is whispered on some streets that Fae didn't always live the way she did now. Sometimes she dreams about tables spread with delicious, aromatic foods, and remembers wearing finer clothes and dancing with fine men, but upon waking, remembers nothing but the cruelty of men. Now she scavenges the city, roaming through the districts that she will draw the least notice in. She is a quiet girl, willing to do what she must to survive.

Occupation :: Fae seeks out her existence by running a very small traveling apothecary stand out of that box she carries on her back. The herbs she sells are gathered from different parts of the city. The price of the herbs depends on where she gathered them from, and the risk she took collecting them. However, Fae has a soft spot for children, and will usually be willing to part with or collect herbs for them at little or no cost. She shies away from the wealthier districts, usually only braving those districts to collect herbs.

Residence :: Fae can be found everywhere, but if you are seeking her out, you might want to begin looking in the Kensington District.

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Grondax

Name:: Sir Grondax Ix'Thania
Gaia Name:: Grondax

Physical Description::
Age: 48
Eyes: Striking green eyes
Hair: Silver hair, which is cut short and parted back.
Height: 6 Feet 2 Inches Tall
Body Type: A thin lithe body with broad shoulders. While he may appear to be small in size every inch of his body is well toned.
Clothing: He wears a black and white butler’s outfit with several notable features. The first is a strange rose shaped lapel, the De’Vall family crest, which he wears on his right breast to signify his allegiance. He also always carries with him an cane with a rose at the end of the head. This cane is actually a concealed rapier. He wears a gold pocket watch, which hangs out of his right pocket.
Physical Attributes: While it could be said that Grondax is feeling his age he can still get around. He may not keep up with the young kids, but he is surprisingly agile given his age.

Personality: Grondax is a man who likes to speak his mind, which does not always bode well in the current environment of the city. He finds he has to restrain himself to get what he wants, which is hard for someone such as him who holds his opinions and ideals so highly.

He considers most people to be beneath him, and treats them as pieces in a game. He does, however, have fleeting respect for those who have managed to survived in the city while keeping some semblance of business as normal. He appreciates those few places he can feel the atmosphere of the old days.

While he is a rough person he has no problem with word craft and rhetoric. His sly politics have gotten him out of many sticky situations. He attempts to keep this political barrier up with people he is not familiar with, but sometimes slips into his actual personality.

He is also very obsessive compulsive, and keeps a ledger of his activities. Anyone who obtained it could see some truly dark dealings of the city.

He is most noted by his peers for his honor. Once he makes a deal he will never break it. it is said that Grondax’s word is stronger the most ironclad contract in Wynander.

Background Information:: Grondax was not always known as such. His name used to be Yiar of a house long forgotten. He was part of the leadership of the city before the fall. He had deep ties with foreign trade and his last shipment left in his possession after the fall was a set of ornate dolls. He treasures these dolls for what they symbolize to him. (A memento of a time now long past)

As his comrades were picked off one by one he managed to survive numerous assassination attempts before finally fleeing underground. He assumed the roll of a merchant now trapped within the city. At this time many of the families who would end up in the Marsalle Estates were looking for such talent, and he used this to become the butler of one such prominent family.

While he works for the De’Vall family they have little interaction beyond their symbiotic relationship. Grondax uses the De’Vall name to come and go as he pleases in the city, and in return he provides the De’Vall family with anything they could require from food to human slaves. Grondax sometimes finds such work distasteful; however, in his mind it is all in the best interest of the city.

He remembers fondly the times when he was younger and Wynander was a bastion of heritage and tradition. It was a city one could be proud of. He wishes for Wynander to return to those days and will do anything to achieve that wish. Over time; however, this dream became twisted. While he cares deeply for the city he thinks nothing of the cities current citizens. They are simply part of the plague that inhabits the city. As such he seeks the power to return the city to what it once was with no regard for the safety or welfare of those he should be trying to protect.

He has managed to set up a small trade and resource network. He has ties with a number of different organizations that he uses to build his influence within the city and learn more about the festering sickness known as Sekhet. The most notable are as follows:

The Pitch: An inn within the lost district run by a man named simply George. If that is his real name or simply an alias no one knows. The Pitch is a valuable source of information, and also has ties in the cities food distribution system.

Traugott Kohl: A blacksmith by trade, Grondax uses Traugott for his smithing needs. In addition to standard trade agreements, he has Traugott perform maintenance on his rapier.

Warehouse 37: This warehouse is home to an established group of mercenaries. Within the organization Grondax works with three henchman Hans, Brock, and Sam to obtain anything out of the ordinary. In return he is makes sure that the organization is always stocked with food and weapons as they require.

He uses all of these resources to attempt to bring about the opening of the city, though as of yet he has had little to no success.

Occupation: Butler to the De’Vall family / Good Trafficker
Skills: Fencing, and general politics/business
Residence:: He has a room in the basement of an old inn that was situated within the lost district. This room is behind a hidden wall that was previously used as a bomb shelter. This room contains his notes as well as his treasures (A small collection of ornate dolls); however, this room is private and hidden. His actual residence is within the De’Vall residence with the Marsalle Estates. While the room is decently elaborate it only contains a bed, a few sets of clothing, and a small wall of books.

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Hikari Chou

User name :: Hikari Chou
Character Name :: Hikari Chou

Physical Apperence :: Hikari has shoulder length, chestnut colored hair that’s ends are ragged and uneven from being hand cut. Due to their mothers wavy hair genes in her own, the ends some times tend to curl into her face. For the most part, however- it stays straight. Her eyes are almond shaped just like her sister’s and they tend to speak volumes of her emotions and thoughts, always wearing her heart on her sleeve.

The woman is blithe, lithe, and a bit toned. Her figure is one of an hourglass, helping her appear graceful and elegant in almost everything she does. Every thing she does has a purpose and a reason behind it and the way she moves shows so.

Outfits: Though being born from a poor family, Hikari dresses quiet well for one of her stature. The sapphire dress that she constantly wears was one given as a gift to her, by her mother she lay on her death bed. The dress itself hugs her upper body tightly before flaring out around her hips, ending mid calve.

The sleeves of her dress are not connected to the rest of the garment, instead, they sit, separately, on her arms. The tops of which clutch to her arm, tightly, just above the elbow, while the rest of the fabric opens up widely, allowing the flowy cloth to emphasis her movements. The dress itself is also adorned with brown fabric that highlight her chest, elbows, and hands.

Around her neck sit’s a locket identical to her sister’s made of silver, seeming far more expensive and lavish than either of them could truly afford. It reads “Let the faiths be your guide”

Personality :: Despite her childhood starring a rather loud and boisterous Hikari, her older years seemed to steal away her ability to yell to someone, or even talk up for herself. As the woman grew older she became meek and shy, a direct result of their mother’s illness and her inability to do something about it. Though still quiet and shy, Hikari has moved past her mother’s death, and is actually a very content person, though she might not vocalize this to anyone but her sister. The dancer typically wont be seen talking, at all, leaving it to the younger of the two Chous, though when pressed with a situation that she must, in fact, speak, she stutters and uses soft tones.

Despite this, Hikari has no problem listening to others speak, and in fact, enjoys it. She’s the type to feel as though, by being silent, she can learn more about other people, than if she actually provides something to the conversation. She feels most comfortable when dancing, or with Yami.

Background :: There was nothing truly special about the Chou Family. Their family was one of the poor and unknown families in Wynander, living in a one room shack on the outskirts. They could only afford little food, candles for light, fabric to make clothing, and mats to sleep on. After the overthrow of the previous government, the Chou father disappeared, the family assuming that he ran away because of his cowardice. Having left a sickly wife and his two daughters, the three did all they could to survive. It didn't take long before the illness that cursed the Chou mother slowly started to consume her, and it was then she decided to bestow gifts to her children, with hopes that they would continue to live. She saved enough money to give Hikari a new dancing dress, and Yami an expensive paint set. Her last gift was two silver heart shaped lockets that she put around their necks, that glittered in the sun. And as she cast her heart into her final gifts, her own heart stopped beating as she closed her eyes for the final time, leaving the girls, alone.


The sound of music had always sucked Hikari in, even though it was growing more rare with each passing day in Wynander. She was constantly moving, to sound, to music, to silence, letting it be her confidence, her comfort. When her mother passed on, the dress she was given gave her the appearance, of a dancer, to go well with her abilities. The older Chou sister tends to make money from dancing on the street, with Yami near by, and they use that money to help support the family.

Occupation :: Dancer
Residence :: Lives in the Lystar Community with her sister, Yami

Updated: August 25th, 2009

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Character Name :: Jynn Quiivo
Gaia Username :: Shnazz

Physical Description :: At the age of 20, he is of a slim structured build. Pliable, but not easily broken. Slightly tall, with a mop of black hair sitting atop his head, brown eyes hide behind his mess of hair. He might look a bit like a scoundrel at first, but one can be sure that with a bit of cleaning up he wouldn't be such a bad looker. He clothes are old and worn, loose across his body, wearing a plain phoofy sleeved cream-colored shirt and plain normal black pants with a silver chain belt.

Personality :: He's that kind of guy you're quite sure that you should stay away from, yet you find yourself sitting in the palm of his hand. He seems quite nice at first, but there's something just not completely right about him in the end. There's a dark leer in his eyes, that watches like a hunger in a wild beast; but at the epitome of self-control he would not yet pounce. Enjoying the play and games more than the victory, he's like a young lion: Naive and foolish. But not to the point of ever losing his step, always seeming to be one inch away from the real danger and managing to escape. A smooth talker of sorts, with just as much skill in his talk as his flute.

Background Information :: Due to his growing up an orphan in the Lost District, he is a street smarts kind of guy. And knows how to play his cards, at least to the point of almost losing yet not quite. His parents died mysteriously when he was young, close to age nine, which he doesn't remember well aside from having to fend for himself in a very uncouth part of town.

Occupation :: He is a flutist at a run-down club at which a lot of in the dark happenings occur.
Residence :: Lost District

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Character Name :: Kaden
Gaia Username :: Nikiana

Physical Description :: If he stood completely upright, Kaden would reach an average height of 5' 8". However, he keeps himself hunched over, causing his height to shrink by a good 6 inches. His brown hair is kept cut rather short, even for a male. It's hard to tell the color of his closely set eyes, since he's almost always looking down, but some investigation would reveal that they are a muddy brown color. Kaden's facial features are not quite normal, with his brow dominiating his face. He is thickly set and also has puffy cheeks.

Personality :: Sweet and rather docile, Kaden is rather simple minded. He can perform simple tasks, but cannot be given a large list of them at once. He does best when told to do one thing and come back for the next. He has a fasciantion for shiny and pretty things and takes care not to cause harm to anything that he deems pretty. He has a small vocabulary and a stuttering problem, hence he tends not to talk to strangers. In fact, he avoids strangers when he can because of his speech problems and his own appearance.

Kaden doesn't care much about the future, hardly even thinking ahead to the next task. His mind is in the here and now. He likes to touch things, finding a solace in touching pretty things. Though he likes to touch pretty objects, he doesn't like being touched by others.

Background Information :: Kaden was born in Wynander years before Sehket took over to a middle class family. It was apparent right away that Kaden was not normal, but he was loved as any parent loved their child. His childhood was rough, filled with children poking fun at him and adults unsure of how to treat him. Kaden soon blossomed into an awkward young adult and was betrayed by one he thought was a friend, leaving him to scorn the friendship of most.

When Sehket took over, money (and more importantly, food) got tight for Kaden's family. The boy was an extra mouth to feed and unfortunately was not much help in the family's store. Though he was an adult, Kaden's mentality kept people thinking of him as no more than an overlarge child.

He was sold to a rich family, who realized that a simple-minded man would be happy for shelter and food and not complain about the tasks set to him. Kaden became part of the kitchen staff, though it was soon discovered that his abilities were rather limited. So Kaden learned some new rules: No cooking, no fire, no sharp objects. Often times, when the kitchen staff is preparing a meal, Kaden is sent to the steward to perform household chores and keep him out from underfoot of the busy cooks.

Occupation :: House slave (Kitchen drudge)
Residence :: Marsalle Estates

Kaelwin

Character Name :: Kaelwin / Kaley
Gaia Username :: Kaelwin

Physical Description ::
Age: 22
Height: 5'10 / 5'8
Weight: 145lbs.
Kaelwin is one of those rare people, a true androgynous person. It is used to his advantage, as he lives a double life. Because of this double life there are two separate descriptions. Common to both personas, is short brown hair, and dark brown eyes, with tanned skin, the kind one gets from being born darker than normal.

Kaley: Is typically found wearing hardened leather breastplate with hanging flaps on the front, back and sides shaped to fit some of the natural curves given to him to enhance the feminine appearance. Aside from the armor he wears grey cotton or wool, depending on the season, tunic and trousers. The leather plate is accompanied by similar gloves and boots. A longsword is at his side, with a dagger hidden beneath the back flap. Sometimes is carrying or wearing a leather helmet. 'She' stands approximately 5'8

Kaelwin: Dark clothing in either greys or blacks depending on if the job is at night or day. It is fairly form fitting with a leather breastplate shaped to make his appearance to be more masculine between his inner and outer shirts. Belts are used on his arms and legs to keep the cloth snug to his form, again wool or cotton is used depending upon weather. His outer shirt is a knee length hooded tunic and he uses a curved dagger for assassinations as well as a variety of poisons and needles depending on the need and situation. He stands approximately 5'10, inserts in the boots worn add 2 inches to his height. A wig is also used to give him red hair that is cropped short.

Personality :: Split, Kaley is a fairly average Mercenary, nothing to out of the norm so she tends to blend into the background. Kaelwin however would stand out by mere fact that he doesn't talk, or chooses not to talk. Even when being tortured not a sound is made.

Background Information :: He grew up in Wynander, an orphan who was picked up by the assassin's guild, when it was around and trained to be a killer. Kaelwin found that he actually enjoyed being a death dealer quite a bit. However following what the rest of the guild did, he held back on his urges to kill too often and do it in secret. He also took up a dual life, a mercenary publicly and an assassin privately. Those who truly wanted to kill someone, knew how to get an assassin, even after the guild ended, or a specific one however it will always be up to the assassin as to whether they think the job is worth their time or not.

There is far more than that to Kael & Kaley. Originally, Kael was the twin brother to his sister Kaley, when they were ten, she was picked up off the street by a not so noble benefactor. Kael never truly knew what happened to Kaley and soon after was picked up by the Assassin's Guild. Six years later on one of his assignments, he met this not so noble benefactor which was his target, and found Kaley. The state she was left in, in his slave pen was enough to snap Kael. He performed a mercy killing as she was on death's bed with sickness from being abused and under-fed. He then found the Benefactor, the owner of the estate. The man's death was quicker than what Kael wanted it to be.

It was then that his public persona of Kaley was born, he did it in memory, and because part of him refuses to let his dead twin go. Of course with the general lack of public record, and that Kaley was a slave girl at that point, no one cared if another Kaley that looked like a dead slave appeared into the scene as a mercenary.

Eventually though, Sekhet's 'security forces' raided and dismantled the Assassin's Guild, although as far as the forces are aware they killed everyone in the guild, not realizing that the information they had was only for the people present, those not there had no 'records' stored there. However while the other assassins would meet, discreetly in their public personas for a drink or such, they never worked as a guild again, for fear that Sekhet's forces would notice. Kael has been operating alone for four years since the raid.

He took up residence in one of the upper levels of the cathedral in the Boneyard for several reasons. First being privacy, the majority of people do not want to mess around long in the Boneyard, between the rotting corpses, the wild dogs and the general sense of death, it's enough to keep people away. Second being that the Cathedral has many excellent hiding places that the general public and security forces don't know about and wouldn't find except if they knew it or by dumb luck. Lastly, ease of escape, Kael knows that Cathedral inside and out, and if it comes under siege, he could easily slip out in the middle of the siege, unnoticed and be off into the mess of the Lost District within minutes, disappearing from the city to one of his other 'hiding spots' within the city's worse areas.

Occupation :: Publicly he is a mercenary, privately, he does assassination work.
Skills :: Assassination Arts (Poisons, Stealth, Tracking, Vital Points), Mercenary Arts (Swordsmanship, Brawling, Armor Maintenance)
Residence :: Lives/Resides within the Boneyard, most of his work is done within Lystar and Marsalle. However when he is not working he can easily be located within Lost or Kensington.

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Character Name :: Kismet Shahnaz, also known as Lady Charade
Gaia Username :: DivineSaturn

Physical Description :: A young woman in her early thirties, Kismet's dark skin and eyes clearly mark her as a foreigner. Her line of work has ensured that she often has what she needs, and as such looks fairly healthy, if a bit on the thin side. Kismet's long brown hair is usually curled and pinned, in a half-updo, half-loose style meant to entice. When working she dresses in revealing, gauzy clothes that scream glamour, though most of the riches (such as metallic trim, embroidery, or gauzy fabrics) are either fake or stolen. She wears heavy makeup, especially dark paint that accentuates her eyes, and some flashy hues meant for the stage. However when Kismet is presented with free time she dresses far more modestly, usually in decidedly foreign blouses and surcoats with high necks, the embroidery fraying and colors faded from lack of proper care.

Personality :: Kismet is a broken woman with little left to hope for. She has no delusions of escaping the city or joining a resistance with her limited strength and skill. That said, she is not so far gone that she can willingly join Sekhet's forces. The only person she can harm is herself, which she does frequently without noticing. While she appears to flaunt the little power her fans give her, in truth she is stumbling through life without feeling any of it. Pain has dulled her senses and made her a shadow of the passionate woman she once was. It would take something tremendous to reawaken her own spirit, but with nothing but darkness around her, the future looks as dim as the present.

Background Information :: Kismet was not born in Wynander, but rather in a small city far to the east. The daughter of middle-class merchants, she was brought up in a comfortable, if average lifestyle. At the age of twenty she began to travel with her parents' small but prosperous trade route that went between her home city and Wynander, and kept herself busy with that for a further three years.

And so it went, until the gates of Wynander closed during one of Kismet's stops in the city, trapping her inside. The rest of her group- the two guards and her mentor- all vanished during an escape attempt. For a time Kismet survived, selling the rest of her wares and making a few shrewed trades for more. However in less than two years her stock was depleted, and the woman was left with no way to support herself. With nothing else to sell but herself, she turned to the Lost District, and the brothels there.

Occupation :: Employed as an "exotic dancer" in a nameless building of the "pleasure quarters"
Residence :: An abandoned ticket stall in the Harbor, however she can be found more often in the Lost District.

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Character Name :: Rhiannon Dare
Gaia Username :: toxiin

Physical Description :: Slim, a little taller than average with sharp, slightly slanted blue-green eyes and a small button nose. Add in her olive skin, and straight black hair... Rhiannon is someone people generally call "exotic." At least they would, if her hair wasn't always mostly hidden under a scarf. Rhia usually wears a loose white blouse with a pair of men's black trousers. The material is cheap, but sturdy, and hides her wiry muscles - Rhia is much quicker and stronger than she looks.

Personality :: Independent would be the first word that comes to mind. Friendly, but with an air of reservedness about her - Rhiannon keeps her secrets close. A little bit selfish, but can be generous to those who matter to her, though those that she would truly call friend are few and far between. She is usually flirty and self-confident, with an easygoing attitude that allows her to take things as they come. Occasionally she displays a mischievous streak, though lately it's been coming out less and less.
Rhiannon is very slow to anger, but is capable of holding grudges for a long time. Unless one knows her very well, it is likely that they may not even notice her anger until it is far too late - Rhiannon's temper burns inwards, until it either explodes and burns out quickly, or turns into deep dislike.

Background Information :: Orphaned too young to remember - Rhiannon's first memory was of living in an overcrowded and sometimes vicious orphanage in the Rumwell Community. When she was strong (and quick) enough to fend for herself, she left and joined one of the various gangs in the area, though it was rather short-lived. Fortunately, it was a long enough stay for her to grasp the beginnings of the art of thievery and pick-pocketing, and that was enough for her to join with yet another gang. From then on, until she was too old (and too attractive - the risk of being raped by her own gang was not insignificant) to be still living on the streets, Rhiannon stole for a living. As a hobby, she drew.
At 15, when her body's changes began to become too obvious to ignore, she left - vowing to switch her profession and become an artist. That was easier said than done, however, especially for someone with no references and in a city such as Wynander. In order to make ends meet, Rhiannon often found herself still resorting to thievery, despite her promise to herself.

Occupation :: Artist / Part-time thief.
Residence :: Lost District (if one doesn't mind the cockroaches, rent can be cheap...)

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Character Name : biggrin octor Severin Oddssen
Gaia Username :: [404NotFound]

Physical Description :: Severin once had quite the handsome face, but since then wrinkles and the affects of his life have set in. His hair is fair and blond, kept back in a short ponytail at the base of his head. Almost constantly he wears some form of hat that obscures most of his face, casting a shadow over his blue-gray eyes. He is quite tall, and has the potential to look rather brutish, but after refusing to eat meat of any kind, his form has become rather sickly and stooped. To hide this, he wears long full length coats and several layers of clothing at all times.
Personality :: Dr. Severin Oddssen was once a quite cheerful and bouncy man, he had a flamboyant air and dressed quite regally-even in the workplace. After his incident, or ‘serendipity’ as he called it, he was never quite the same. Now he keeps mainly to himself, and tends to murmur under his breath when he speaks to someone. He is paranoid of nearly everyone, do they recognize him? Do they know what he had done? He is also growing increasingly irritable at the lack of his favorite meat, as he refuses to let himself eat it, and tends to have psychotic breakouts where he locks himself in his home. He often emerges covered in self-inflicted wounds. While these outbreaks of hs pyschosis have become more rare, he still battles his own personal demons. Time will tell who wins the war.
Background Information ::Severin was born in the cold Northern reaches of the world, and lived there his entire childhood. When he had grown old enough to leave his home and family, he did just that and went off to become a literate member of society. This part of his life is rather dull, and not all to exciting to describe. The true interest lies in his work career, and what became of it.

The Doctor had started a study in the human mind, and how different things can affect a person’s psychosis. He had several subjects, and two aids, and his experiments tended to be rather cruel in nature. After nearly a year of studious work, the aids left him, disgusted by his treatment of his patients. His work fell apart, and soon all three of his subjects had died.

The Northern man was left with nothing to his name, but some partially finished papers and three dead bodies. A famine struck the gloomy city where he lived, and his living now destroyed he was forced to do the unspeakable. He had eaten odd things from his homeland, but nothing like human flesh. At first, he was apprehensive, but acted as it were cow, and not his fellow species.

Something clicked in his mind after he had been consuming human meat, and he was never the same afterward. After working with psychotic patients, forced into the grey areas of his morality, then teetering on the desperate edge of starvation.. He changed. It was as if the demons his subjects had been plagued with passed unto him when he consumed their flesh.

After he had eaten off the three patients, he traced down his aids, and killed them in cold blood. Severin found he liked the taste of human far more than any other meat he had before, it was far more nutritious. It held all the vitamins he needed to survive, and then some. Not too mention his nuerosis developing from prolonged exposure to only his own kinds flesh, he was soon unable to eat anything else. It was as if his cannibalism was a drug, and he could not quick it without stirring up dreadful things lurking within his mind.

It was only a matter of time before the authorities found him out, and the public was disgusted by what the once good Doctor had done. In fear for his life, he escaped into hiding.
Luckily for him, the take over of the City in which he lived distracted everyone from the heinous acts he had committed, and the past Law force was disbanded or forced underground.
Shortly thereafter, he discovered the most curious thing. A child, a baby boy, who he named Nicodemus. How he came across this child is yet unknown, and something Severin keeps tightlipped about.

Occupation :: Retired Mental Doctor/Scientist. Butcher.
Residence :: Dr. Oddssen lives in a Tomb in the Graveyard of Wyander, a place that has long since been cleared of its former occupants and is now modified to suit basic living needs. Candles rest on the small indents where coffins were meant to be, carefully placed so they won't destroy the multitude of books and papers scattered about. The room is furnished with scruffy bits of furniture here and there, placed with no decoraters taste. An old armchair, with a three-legged booktable beside it, stacked high with forever unfinished paperwork, a makeshift bed created from a slab of concrete in the center of the small space, covered in moth-eaten blankets and sheets, an old bundled up jacket used as a pillow.

The makeshift residence almost has a homey feel, if you can ignore the fact that it is underground and had once held occupants who no longer breathed. A mist of damp, death, and darkness still lingeres over the distinct smell of life, though scents of old candle wax and dust are growing stronger as the days pass.

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Rabid Ice Weasel

Character Name :: Traugott Kohl
Gaia Username :: Rabid Ice Weasel

Age:: 32
Height:: 7' 4"
Weight:: 535 lbs.
Physical Description :: Traugott is an intimidating behemoth of a man due almost entirely to a disease that will not have a name for many hundreds of years, Gigantism. Because of this disease, he has grown unusually tall, has a slightly drawn and older-looking face, and unfortunately has large joints that are constantly stiff or sore. He is a big-boned man and one who very clearly takes part in a lot of physical labor as he is something of a solid block of muscle. His face is long and strong-jawed and almost always covered in itchy stubble, and his hair is straight and black, always pulled into a pony tail that hangs just an inch below the tops of his shoulder blades. His eyes are a bright blue and always looks somewhat angry, sitting above his long and pointed nose. When angry (which is often), his nostrils tend to flare. Traugott prefers to not wear shirts, but when he must, he chooses those with as little sleeve as possible. His pants are always long, even in the heat of summer, and he wears only mid-calf-height leather boots or no shoes at all.
Personality :: Traugott is a very angry and unsocial man outwardly, which is understandable with the frequency he is ignored of avoided for a condition he cannot control. He prides himself on creating exquisite metal works and recycling ore to create new and somewhat cheaper products in such a terrible time, but even this doesn’t seem to change most people’s biased views of him. As with any human being, Traugott wants to be happy and loved and, lacking both of these traits, he has grown bitter at life and people. That isn’t to say, however, that his life can change in an instant. Unfortunately, as per his disease, Traugott is constantly stiff or in pain, and he has a rather weak heart. He is sickly as a general rule, but he refuses to let others see this weakness in him, and he seems to have an incredible complex with maintaining an ultra-masculine appearance and reputation, and only he and God have any idea why. Speaking of God, Traugott is semi-religious in that he attends church and will pray, and has faith in a God, but not so much as to bring religion into the tasks of his every-day life.
Background Information :: Traugott’s parents immigrated from to the city of Wynander when Trau was 16 and had already stopped growing, 6 years before Sehket's Awakening. His mother, Jutta, was from a relatively affluent family who did not approve of her running off to marry his father, Anselm, a low-class cabbage farmer. When she got pregnant by him, she absconded with various family heirlooms to another, smaller town. For 16 years they lived a very fair upper-middle-class life until Jutta grew ill and money began to spread thin. Traugott, who had attended school almost religiously and kept wonderful grades, was uprooted from his home town and pulled from his academy by his father, who hoped for a better life in Wynander. Within two years of moving, Jutta succumbed to her mysterious illness. Anselm wished to take her body to their homeland where she could be buried in love where their life had been best. Young Traugott had already gone through the trials of a blacksmith’s assistant and wished to begin a new business in his new home, which he had grown to love. Anselm left sadly with his dead wife and no son. Traugott began doing odd jobs for various wealthy families until he had enough funds to outfit the front room of his family farmhouse as a blacksmith’s shop. He was popular for the quality of his work and well-known for his size. Business boomed until Sehket’s Awakening when all Hell broke loose, and afterward when nobody could seem to afford fancy metal weaponry or furniture. Luckily, Traugott had saved his money, being a man of simple living, and did not suffer so much as he knew others did. Since then, he has often served as a blacksmith for the Peace Enforcement unit to sustain himself. He does not believe in their practices, but all must survive! He grows most of his own food on the farmland he has kept, spending money only on meat and the occasional miller. Farming and smithing are both difficult jobs, though, and they have taken their toll on the once optimistic young man.

Occupation :: Blacksmith
Residence :: The edge of the Rumwell Community

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Character Name :: Lt. Valerius Saunderly
Gaia Username :: Saint-Cinq

Age :: 23
Physical Description :: Valerius is a tall, dark, man in his early twenties, though judging from his looks he might appear to be older. His once-midnight black hair has started to take on a dark grey color and his eyes are a hard shade of steel blue, constantly darting back and forth, as though wary of oncoming attackers or threats. Valerius' hair just touches his shoulders and is very straight. On his left arm is a long, ragged scar which he often hides with long-sleeved shirt or, in the hot months, excessive bandaging. He has a slim build which has thinned out even more due to the difficulty of acquiring food in Wynander, making him appear slightly gaunt. Tucked in his shirt pocket is a small, slightly dingy scrap of note paper which he never takes out.

Personality :: Val is stern and disciplined, though unafraid to have a good laugh when around those he considers his comrades. In uncomfortable or strange situations (and, shockingly, more often than not, social ones), he slips back into the security of his soldier mentality and relies on that to decide how to act. Edgy and occasionally over-protective, Val has a difficult time letting go of his old life as a soldier, especially now that the city has fallen into utter chaos and he needs so much to survive. He comes across as cold and self-serving at first glance, but if he becomes loyal to a cause or a person, he’ll do everything within his power to ensure their safety. What Val has the most trouble with is taking too much responsibility upon himself. As a lieutenant, he was used to directing large groups of people and living up to the trust they placed in him. Thanks to the recent events, his normal paranoia has intensified and he finds it increasingly difficult to trust anyone. He's learned to approach any new acquaintance with suspicion and misgivings. Once an introvert, Val has now become a loner, a mercenary acting for his own purposes and needs rather than for a group goal, almost completely opposite from his days in the army.

Above all, he will ensure his own survival at any cost and is unafraid to hurt others to do so, though he avoids killing if possible. He tries to rid himself of unnecessary attachment, but strangely enough, his greatest undoings often arise from his emotions.

Background Information :: Valerius Saunderly was born into a middle-class family and grew up as a dreamer. His love for the army developed out of stories told by his family about his grandfather, a great war hero, and since then Valerius has harbored a romanticism about the army. When he came of age, everything in his life, right down to his given name, seemed to point him in the direction of a career in the military.

Naturally, Valerius tried to be just as honorable and noble as his grandfather, his idea of an ideal soldier. Many battles, skirmishes, and fallen comrades later, Valerius learned that there was a darker side to those childhood stories he cherished so much. Disillusioned and doubtful, he discarded his youthful ideas about the glory of the military, preferring to see things they way they really were. Somewhere inside him still dwells a desire to be a true hero, but for the most part his practical side assures him that that's highly unlikely. After being taken captive and escaping from his last unit, he returned to Wynander to come to grips with his situation. Soon after his return, the city fell to Sehket and chaos erupted. Still trying to piece together his old life, Valerius finds himself in the middle of a new conflict, his goals to stay alive and to pay back a very old debt.

Occupation :: Mercenary, occasional thief when business is slow.
Residence :: Harbor. Val has staked out the upper floor of a looted shop near the water, which has a window overlooking the street.

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Gaia Username :: Paine Nawali
Character Name :: Yami Chou

Physical Appearance ::
Age : 18
Height : 5' 4
Weight : 125
Size : Average build
Yami Chou has never cut her hair, but she had done her best to keep her own brown locks straight. The long strands go down to her back when left alone, but due to her work as an artist, she ties it up with a piece of cloth in a high ponytail. Her almond shaped brown eyes always seem to accent her emotions well, especially when she smiles. Most girls pride themselves over their pretty faces, Yami does not mind much of her own physical appearance, but does try her best to keep herself tidy and in order, despite her limited resources.

Outfit: The Chou family has always been poor. The rags and the tattered apron that hugged her body morning, day and night were sewn from scraps of cloth her mother had collected during the days that she was alive. Thankfully she had not grown an inch when her clothes were completed, and never had the need to constantly make new ones. She's always gone barefoot, leaving the bottoms of her feet callused and cut from the amount of time spent on them. The only thing that stands out beyond the peasantry of her appearance is a silver heart shaped locket exactly like her sisters.

Personality :: Despite the hardships encountered during her life, Yami has learned to smile and talk beyond it, causing her to have an unusual positive outlook on life. She's very observant and pays attention to detail mostly artistic than in an analytical sense. Yami is very confident in her actions and words, as she tends to speak for her shy counterpart, her older sister Hikari. Though sometimes her confidence and eagerness to jump into things lands her into more trouble than needed in her life.

Background Information :: There was nothing truly special about the Chou Family. Their family was one of the poor and unknown families in Wynander, living in a one room shack on the outskirts. They could only afford little food, candles for light, fabric to make clothing, and mats to sleep on. After the overthrow of the previous government, the Chou father disappeared, the family assuming that he ran away because of his cowardice. Having left a sickly wife and his two daughters, the three did all they could to survive. It didn't take long before the illness that cursed the Chou mother slowly started to consume her, and it was then she decided to bestow gifts to her children, with hopes that they would continue to live. She saved enough money to give HIkari a new dancing dress, and Yami an expensive paint set. Her last gift was two silver heart shaped lockets that she put around their necks, that glittered in the sun. And as she cast her heart into her final gifts, her own heart stopped beating as she closed her eyes for the final time, leaving the girls, alone.

Yami had always been a creative soul at heart, and she would draw in the dirt and let her creative mind wander. If she was lucky enough to come across a pen, ink and something to draw on, she would use it to the very last drop, whether she could create 5 pieces or 1 out of it, she was never wasteful. Aside from being with her family, this is what made her happy. After receiving her gift from her mother, she decided to use it for the family, painting various pieces of art to sell on the streets. Her motivation?: to spread her talent to others, and share her happiness to those more or less fortunate than her. Her income from this trade however, wasn't very high, the Chou sisters were still poor, as Yami would use some of her own earnings to restock her paints and supplies.

Occupation :: Artist
Residence :: Lives in the Lystar Community with her sister, Hikari

Velveteen Angel

Character Name :: Yanu Renatus
Gaia Username :: Velveteen Angel

Physical Description :: Yanu has deep red hair falling around shoulder length, with a slight tan from his life on the streets. His skin has light freckles covering his face, neck and shoulders. He stands around 5'7'' with a medium build. He is in fit shape but lacks defined muscles. At eighteen years old, his face has yet to reach masculine and can still look sometimes childish. Dressed in rags he continues to steal either from the local charity shop or that he is given by people in sympathy, he is often wearing mismatched shirt and pants sets and is never wearing shoes. He wears a jester style hat when he is preforming, mostly to catch coins that people give him. All other times, he looks like a simple street urchin.

Personality :: Yanu has little knowledge of any form of reality, trapped in a make-believe world of his own, he can come off cold or crazy. He is a calm individual when meeting strangers, he adores children and gets along well with them because they tend to have a similar mind set. Carefree and with no real ties, he is not the type to form deep attachments with people but when someone captures his attention, he will stick with them until their interest runs dry. He's called shallow because he will only interact with people who amuse or interest him. Easily amused, he's a childish brat with little sympathy or empathy for other people. He lives to make people smile and be amazed.

Background Information :: Yanu came from a rich family, a middle child to a family who had the perfect children. Yanu was never their idea of a perfect child but he never misbehaved, so they never complained. When Yanu was young, around seven years old, he left his home and became a street child. His parents didn't seek him out, though they had met once or twice on the streets. He simply disappeared from their lives and they did the same for him. Later in the year, he was taken in by an old magician named Sol. The magician was a cruel, evil man but he taught Yanu all the magic he knew until the day he died when Yanu was seventeen. Yanu left the magicians home in the Lost District without a trace, despite the ownership had fallen to him. Yanu became the resident magician in the town, entrancing everyone he could. He still sees his parents on the street, old and grey and lonely, but he doesn't approach them. When the food shortage began and the city fell to chaos, Yanu's income dried up from magic as no one had money to spare on cheap tricks. Instead of giving up, he doubled the amount of shows he preformed a day, the little money was kept but he didn't beg. He wasn't seeking money, he was seeking the magic.

Occupation :: Magician
Residence :: He has no fixed residence, however he's often found in the Lost District at night staying in the Magician's home.


Updated 06.10.09

Arishi

Character Name :: Zasar
Gaia Username :: Arishi

Physical Description :: Arms were probably just a little too long, well muscled and almost making him appear ‘buff’ if it weren’t for his lean body and thin face.
Skin was darkly tanned and almost leathery, with many freckles and a few pale scars plainly visible, and a fresh looking sunburn on his shoulders and upper chest--his face protected by a large, flamboyant black hat holding a bent purple feather.
Under said hat came long, stringy white hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, pale stubble on his face giving off the fact he didn’t shave often, or hadn’t the means to a shaving tool period. Eyes were pale brown in colour, and he was bestowed with a long, slightly crooked nose, uneven teeth, wide, slightly slanted lips, and an overall joyous expression.
Upper body was covered in a faded blue-grey vest, with brownish black-to-greying slacks worn over his legs with a not-so-fancy belt, and short, worn leather boots worn on his feet. A once white shirt that had probably at one point been worn under his vest was now usually seen tied around his waist.

Personality :: Maybe the sun had just finally gotten to him, or perhaps it had something to do with his missing crew, but--Zasar, at times, seemed a little... insane.
He had a tendency for random mood swings, and when he wasn’t speaking quite cheerfully (in an eerie sort of way), he would seem almost sad.
Enjoying his time by telling whimsical stories, he was prone to leaning dramatically on one arm even when he wasn’t weaving fanciful tales of the sea. But the people, who –truly- knew him, recognized that he was dead serious about almost anything he went on about, despite how he chose to display the information.
Despite his usuall moods, Zasar was also gifted with an extremely short temper, and when he angered, he screamed. He threw fits, and went even more –crazy- then he was known for. But the outbursts were short, and his anger seemed to come in stages, finally simmering down to an eerie silence, almost calmness.
But anger issues aside, the pirate was prone to happy outbursts, joyful greetings, dancing to unheard music in which he did not bother to hum or whistle to, working tirelessly on keeping his pretty vessel, The Fairy Bandit, up and looking pristine (despite how, since his return to the city, no one since had seen it sail), telling wild sea adventures, and talking to his beloved ship.

Background Information :: If the stories Zasar weaved were true (and they were quite elaborate indeed), then he had quite the cunning past, filled with adventure and vast riches. Fierce battles and in his own words, great entertainment.
Possibly a week or so before Sehket’s awakening, The Fairy Bandit and her lovely crew of crooked cruel pirates docked at the glorious harbour of Wynander, intending on selling off the more useless of goods from raids having taken place recently beforehand.
They stayed a while to mingle with the public, taking their sweet times in the local pubs. But when the gates locked and the city was thrown into chaos, Zasar’s men were some of the first to flee the ‘obviously cursed’ city.
Captain Zasar and his crew took their chances with the sea monsters, but soon returned to the docks with considerably fewer crewmembers, and a badly damaged ship.
Most of the rest of the members of The Fairy Bandit decided to take their chances with the forests (being as fierce of pirates that they were), or attempted to ride the waters again (some believed their good captain had turned back too soon, while they could have made it past). Most of Zasar’s crew was never seen again, though a few members were left throughout the town, as sort of ex-pirates. A little too cowardly to hang around the harbour and their former captain. True pirates indeed.

Occupation :: Pirate on leave(forced retirement)/occasional mercenary for hire
Residence :: The Harbour (takes up residence on The Fairy Bandit).