†Profiles†{X}Gaia Name: SHEEP on a B a l l o o n
I am: The Priestess
Character Name: Belladonna ‘Bella’ Castille
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Ethnicity: Cajun French
Quirks: Favorite drink is sweet tea, loves no-bake cookies and fresh blueberries, and she has a stuffed polar bear named Marshmallow. She has a rosary that she received from her mother that has been passed down her family for years. She loves to cook.
Personality: She is kind to a fault. She tends to trust people more then she should and has a naïve streak about her. She has an open mind despite her strict religious upbringing and believes that everyone is equal, no matter sex, race, or orientation. She loves children and is completely devoted to her faith. She places the orphanage and God above anything else, which explains her lack of love life. She acts as a mother though to the children and spends every ounce of her inheritance into caring and tending to their needs and the church’s.
Appearance: She has a classic French beauty with a lean curvaceous form ample in hips and shapes. She has a build to her though with a thick stomach and a large plump bosom. Her shoulders are wide set and her legs powerful and strong from running. She has a sharply angled face contrasts against her large wide eyes. She often goes with out make up and takes special care of her skin, giving the smooth tan complexion a golden glow. Her nose is thin with a childish tilt and her lips full, with the bottom plump and pouting. Her almond shaped eyes are a lucid shade of startling peach, like a warm desert sky. Her flaxen strands are a lustrous wheat-gold that billows down and out around her body to her lower back with layered wisps of bangs. She’s a full-bodied woman with a striking mix of maturity and innocence. The only markings she has on her body are the piercing at the ends of her ear lobes.
History: She grew up in a loving home deep in the bayous of Louisiana. There in the city of Shepard’s Bay, where everyone knew everyone, she grew up on southern hospitality and the teachings of a Southern Baptist. Her mother came from a well-to-do family and her father was the priest of the town’s resident church. A tight relationship with God had been established in her at an early age and had left a mark deep in her soul. She had almost at one point decided to not attend college and go into nunnery, but in the end had decided against it and decided to pursue a major in theology, planning on following in her father’s foot steps. Mid-way into her second year of college at Louisiana State University her parents had passed in a freak car crash, after that she had decided to change her direction in life. She picked up sociology on top of her original major and graduated at the top of her class. The deaths of her parents had left a wound in her heart and a lonely feeling that she had never realized was there. Now with no parents and only a small handful of distant, living relatives she was alone and orphaned. That lack of comfort and family had driven her to New York where she established Saint Glory Orphanage.
Other: She’s still a virgin, she has strong beliefs in sex before marriage. Poor girl! Also, she goes by Sister to most of the children in the orphanage, even if she isn't truly a nun.
{X}Gaia Name: Nikol_Mosh
I am: The Queen Of Cups
Character Name: Fate Alloy
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Ethnicity: French/Russian
Quirks: She suffers from insomnia and denies it. She likes to think of herself as a night person instead. She plays piano and guitar.
Distinguishing Marks: She has her ears pierced as well as her lip. Though she takes out her lip ring a lot.
Personality: Before her world had been turned up-side down, she cared about other people. At first, you would of seen a shy and quiet girl. One off to the side while something spectacular was happening. Though if you would of asked her what she was doing as a child, she would respond with a simple 'watching'. Now a days, you would see the same thing. If you asked her now what she was doing, she would look at you slightly bored and go back to doing what she had been doing all along. She is misunderstood. Many think she is a snob but she isn't. Then some believe she is insane. Deep down she is a loving girl but has a pretty nasty bite that's worse then her bark. She often uses her malicious sarcasm to cut down people. It's always brutal, her cutting someone down, but she forgets about it when her anger subsides. Fate isn't quite bipolar, not in the extreme, anyway. She won't be in love with you one second, but want to kill you the next. No, a more relaxed version of that. Much more relaxed. She isn't as trusting of others and tends to displays a fake mask of happiness for everyone. On the inside though, she is silently screaming for help to escape this horrible world.
Appearance: Fate stands at 5'4" close to making five inches. She has a nice figure and complexion. Her hair is black and at shoulder length and has been layered. She added white streaks to the very top layers. It always hangs around her shoulders and is put up occasionally. She has amazing eyes. As a child, they used to be crystal blue. Now they are a piercing icy gray. Normally, she is seen wearing ripped skinny jeans and a fuzzy hoody. She prefers bandshirts and tank tops underneath and plaid pajama bottoms.
History: All of her family used to live in France. Well, most of it. Her mother vanished when she was a young child and her father took over. She called Fate a mistake and didn't want her. For awhile, she only attends very prestigious academy's. Her father was hardly which gave her the leisure of doing as she pleased. That was only for a few years though. When she turned twelve her father began to see trouble in her. She was sarcastic towards him and very anti-social. It was finally on her twelfth birthday that he deemed her a mistake and left her at the orphanage. She has been kicked out and sent from orphanage to orphanage until she finally landed in Saint Glory Orphanage.
Abandoned and alone, she remains forgotten in this cold hearted world. She has just become another face in the crowed. Most of her time is spent inside during the day. At night, it's a different story. She loves to wander around or even sit on the roof. The two loves of her life are nighttime and music. Without those two things she would seriously be lost in life. It's the only thing that seems to keep her going everyday. Though there's another thing that seems to keep her going. Temptation. She is trying her best to fight it but doesn't think she'll last longer. Fate has snuck over to SerpentLAND Hangout a few times when she was recruited. She is unsure about drugs and hates weapons. Though it's the drugs and the leader that are tempting her.
Other: She loves writing, drawing and music. It's her only escape from the world.
{X}Gaia Name: {PinsxXxandxXxNeedles}
I am: {King of cups}
Character Name: {Arion Moore "Ari"}
Age: {16}
Sex: {male}
Sexuality: {He's in denial, but he is gay}
Ethnicity: {Greek/English}
Quirks: {He tends to have moments of hyperness, and often develops cases of insomnia. He likes to sit up in really high places, where people can't get to him.}
Distinguishing Marks: {He's got a couple scars on his back, and his hair color changes often}
Personality: {Arion is pretty odd. He's a fairly soft-spoken person, and he‘s the type to go out of his way to help someone. His generosity often gets him taken advantage of, but that doesn‘t stop him from doing what he thinks is right. He does have a tendency to hide any emotion that he might be feeling till it just builds up and over flows in either tears or anger. He hates for others to think he‘s hurting, so he hides it. He‘s kind of naïve and likes to think that bad people are more misunderstood, than bad, and it often gets him into weird situations. He‘s kinda of skittish, and doesn’t trust people right at first, but is easily persuaded to like someone who should be kept at arms length.}
Appearance: {Well, his appearance changes. He’s not all that all, and average 5‘6, and pale with normally dark black hair. But he dyes his hair so often that people can never identify him by his hair color. People tease him about losing his hair. He‘s pretty scrawny, and not all that strong due to his malnutrition from being on the streets, and looks more sickly than a normal pale color. Long limbs and a graceful gate that resembles that of a cat. Green blue eyes are shadowed by long lashes. A long nose rests over full lips. People would say he‘s cute, and others would say he‘s gorgeous, but that was before he wound up on the streets.}
History: {Born in the outskirts of Athens, childhood could have been better for Arion. While his family was caring, they tended not to stick around a lot. Both parents worked, trying to pay for a shabby two story house on the bad side of town leaving him alone with both older brothers, who‘s favorite pastime seemed to involved picking on him and locking him out of the house, letting the local bullies get him. Eventually tired of the tedious life in Athens, he, and his parents and his two brothers moved to the states, and into the Bronx. During their first year of their new life, both his brothers left, moving on to different parts of the world for their jobs, leaving him alone with his parents. Things seemed to be alright, before both parents up and left him with relatives, and never returned. His relatives were not…good people, by any means. Power and money, they did whatever they could, to bring them to the top, often bringing Arion in on the jobs. Tired of the constant illegal work, Arion left when he was 13, and wandered the streets. He just recently found the Saint glory Orphanage, and while he hasn‘t really accepted it as his new home, that‘s exactly what it is.}
Other: {He hates to be cornered. That feeling of being trapped drives him nuts.}
{X}Gaia Name: oO Yukiyo Oo
I am: The Queen of Swords
Character Name: Danica Dequenne.
Age: 18
Sex: Female.
Sexuality: Bi.
Ethnicity: Costa Rican and Portuguese
Quirks: Enjoys sitting in cradle-like chairs and curling up with a book. Plays the organ quite badly, but makes the effort to sound better each time she gets the chance to play.
Distinguishing Marks: Her hair. She stands out in a crowd with it, And without it, she wouldn't be the girl she was. She has a tattoo in the shape of a barcode label on her foot. She treasures it alot, and always seems to show it off at parties, raves, or simple get togethers.
Personality: A friendly girl when she wants to be, and can be quite the pessemist when people drive her to it, or she begins to think negatively.
Appearance: Being a girl with a very pretty face, she wears a very dark-colored eye liner to draw out the vivid color of her eyes, a sort of hazel color. She wears what she sees fit, and regardless of what anyone says, and finds it to be a very comfortable style. She is quite a skinny girl, Seemingly fragile, Her very feminine curves and hips making quite the noticeable 'Hourglass' figure. She stands a meer 5' 6", Slightly taller than her ex boyfriend, and just under the height of her best friend. Her hair is black, with a very noticeable light blonde color playing gently over it. Danica's hair hangs just to her chest. Dequenne enjoys wearing 'out-there' clothing, imaginative, and always witty, With a slew of necklaces, plastic rings, and bracelets. She rarely ever wears her hair up.
History: Having been brought up by abusive god-parents, she was seperated from her blood siblings at a young age, and was often the isolated one in the make-believe family. Being in a house with two god-parents, and two non-blood related siblings, she was often the one who was slapped and kicked trivial things. When the other two children whined, Danica was often the one blamed, and was abruptly punished for it. At one time, the poor girl had been admitted to the emergency room after her God-father slapped her with the very rough edge of a crowbar, right across her back and part of her left shoulder, leaving her with laccerations, broken bones, And a noticeable bruise. Through all the suffering, never once did she falter, and she remained the same student in school. Studious, and ever thankful for the friends she had, she thanked them one last time for their support and ran away one day after school. She didn't care where she went, Just jumped onto the first train she saw, and rode it as far as she could until she had to get onto another one and ride it. As went the story of Danica Dequenne.
Other: She thinks alot, And is often found drifting off mid-conversation thinking about what she disregards as nothing. She usually starts drifting around an area filled with a good smell until she finds out what it originates from. She adores eyeliner. Danica is a smart girl, but refuses to use her knowledge to benefit her.
Cuddles up to close friends when she feels cold, threatened, or simply bored and tired.
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Gaia Name: Dictatortot
I am: the King of Coins
Character Name: Eric
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Ethnicity: Danish
Quirks: Despite the cheeriness of his demeanor, Eric tries to protect himself with subtle boundaries: his apparel and positive outlook.
Distinguishing Marks: Three black parallel lines running lengthwise along the top of his left forearm
Personality: Eric is cheerful and calm to balance the turbulence of the world around him. He smiles a lot, but sometimes there is a quiet and personal sadness in his eyes. He understands the world's cruelty and insists on being contrary to it. This lends him a subdued appearance while really he is just watching and sorting, trying to make sense of this backwards world. He has a surprising talent to be able to harden himself to a situation when watching.
Appearance: Eric stands at about 5'10" and has a lean body, with fair skin and dark blond hair. He wears his hair at about two inches length, brushed to the right side in the front and mostly hooked back behind the ears on the sides. His eyes are a mixed blue-green-brown, with different parts becoming more visible at different times. He can often be found wearing a long-sleeve t-shirt and long pants, even in the summer. He also likes trying on hats.
History: Eric had a normal early childhood: loving parents, a nice house, good food to eat, the works. But he doesn't remember much of that. Memory for him becomes distinct at about the time he was taken from that life. At about four years old, Eric was sold into a child slavery ring. The details of how he got there are very sketchy, but he remembers being branded with the three lines like cattle, the searing pain as the ink was burned into his flesh. He passed the next ten years of his life learning about the harsh face of humanity from his captors and the sick freaks they lent him to. Abused and broken, his captors dumped him at the orphanage, a small consolation for the horrors that they had imposed on him. But it was apparently enough. After five months, he had turned from wide-eyed and terrified to merely quiet and withdrawn. Another three and he was smiling and joking like any other orphan there. But he still carries that weight with him, the atrocities loaded onto his shoulders like an ox's water-laden yoke.
{>X<}Gaia Name: JinxFlux0
I am: The Queen of Clubs
Character Name: Sarah Steffane
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Ethnicity: British
Quirks: Her original hair color was an almost platinum blond and with her dark eyes no one believed her about it, so she changed that and now it's black. But if anyone asks, she'll still say she's blonde.
Distinguishing Marks: She has a few freckles here and there, mostly on her shoulders but you'll never see those, her shoulders are always covered by her signature black hoodie.
Personality: She's spacey and dimwitted sometimes but can be shockingly observant and understanding at others. Her fantasy land is where it's happening for her and she'd rather stay there then be on the ground with all you numskulls. She's opinionated but quiet at the same time and is maybe just a little to complex for you to handle if she let it all out, so she keeps it in just for your sake, or so she'd like to think. When she can get something to write with and something to write
on, she won't be caught dead writing anything, she'll be drawing up a storm of doodles and not show anyone because she thinks they wouldn't understand her thoughts and then she'd have to explain them but that requires her to talk even more and yeah, she'd really rather not talk to anyone. It makes her seem rather snooty and snobbish to anyone that doesn't know how shy she really is, but as long as she doesn't have to say anything she's fine with it. And if she doesn't want to do something, she wont do it. There's absolutely no way you can make her do something she absolutely doesn't want to do. So don't even try, it's a waste of time and effort.
Appearance: She's only 4' 11" and waiting for those extra 2 inches with as much patience as she can muster, but for her that's not a lot. She's got glorious dark brown eyes that almost look black and she loves them to death, she's even dyed her hair to match them but left a few underside piece's her original hair color just for kicks. She's very tomboyish and could totally look like a pretty guy if she bound those lumps on her chest, but she'd never do that. She wears dark colors but nothing to baggy on her, it just makes her look shorter then she already is if not just cuter. And cute is not what she's going for.
History: Normal, normal, normal, well, accept maybe for the no parents thing and her being an orphan and all. As far as she knows her parents died in some freak accident when she was so much smaller then she is now, and it doesn't really effect her. If you don't know someone you can't be sad that they're gone.Since she's British you'd think she'd have an accent, but she doesn't having spent her whole life on the streets of America but once the Saint Glory Orphanage was up and running Sarah was the first to run in and settle down. She was not going to stay on the streets where her fantasy lands were destroyed at every turn.
Other: She's quiet most of the time, but with friends she'll open up. If you get her hyper she's just like any other little kid, crazy and a little bit nuts. Sarah's innocence gets her into trouble sometimes, she really just doesn't understand what's going on!
[x]Gaia Name: Yourri
I am: The King of Swords
Character Name: Yuuri Tarasov
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Bi Sexual, but he tends to lean more towards guys at times
Ethnicity: Russian
Quirks: Yuuri likes chatting with animals. Even though he knows they don't understand him technically, he believes they understand him sometimes better than humans.
Distinguishing Marks: Yuuri has a few battle scars just as any other, and a small tattoo along the circumference of his wrist
Personality: Yuuri acts rather rashly when it comes to a dangerous situation or an important decision. He's a generally caring guy, but tends to be aggressive. He's quirky and a bit quixotic and times. Despite his demeanor, Yuuri can spiral easily into depression if he messes up and costs someone anything. He doesn't like to open up to people before he gets to know them.
Appearance: Yuuri has large hazel eyes and light blond hair that's tousled and short. His hair color occasionally changes from dark to light brown and blond, but usually stays in the same area. His skin is clear and fair, no freckles are visible, nor are any blemishes. Yuuri has an average height and weight, about 5'5 and 115 lbs.
History: Yuuri was a very independent child, or at least he tried to be. His older brother often took charge of his decisions and was quite overbearing-although Yuuri loved him anyway. His childhood was a normal one, despite his parents' deaths he made the best of his life and didn't let it confine him to the past. Yuuri and his brother Steven-who's real name is Sven- were transfered from their empty and disheveled home to a slightly mediocre orphanage in bustling city. The living conditions weren't any better than if the two had stayed at their old family home, but they tried to stay optimistic. The house keepers were quite harsh, and weren't afraid to resort to violence when anyone stepped out of turn. One a particularly chilly evening, when Yuuri was feeling extremely disenchanted, he made the risque decision to go out in the snow to play-there wasn't much to do indoors. He was caught and brutally beaten within a few short minutes. His brother was appalled, while Yuuri-only at age 7- was confused, and led the two away within the sleeping hours of the night. Soon after, they happened upon Saint Glory and made it their home.
Other: Steven and Yuuri don't bicker or spar like other siblings, and seem to agree on everything. They don't like to open up to other people, and speak in Russian to exclude others-even though they know many speak the language.
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Gaia Name: {sho-ro mitsukai}
I am: {Death}
Character Name: {Nathen B Andrews}
Age: {18}
Sex: {male}
Sexuality: {bi}
Ethnicity: {Caucasian}
Quirks: {I work for the devil, no seriously i do! He pays me hundreds to kill those who cross his path. I earn money to stay alive. Though i wish i could break away and find LOVE!}
Distinguishing Marks: {I have a heart on my waist thats all black}
Personality: {Sad, depressed, unhappy}
Appearance: {Most of my hair is jet black. But i have blond streaks at the top of my hair. Pink, red, purple, and blue streaks in my hair. I love adding new colors. I normally wear pink black or purple tee shirts. I always wear black or blue skinny and tight jeans. I am really skinny. I have a six pack but avoid taking my shirt off to often. }
History: {Everyone i cared for died when i was younger. I was left with my cold hearted aunt. I will be fine thats for sure. But gosh working for the devil is hard}
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Gaia Name: Elesariin
I am: The Judgment
Character Name: Justin Beltran
Age: {age} 26
Sex: male
Sexuality: straight
Ethnicity: Spanish
Quirks: For some reason, he absolutely will not touch alcohol of any type. He's addicted to solitaire, and has a bit of a procrastination problem.
Distinguishing Marks: He has an oddly shaped scar on his left shoulder blade, the memento of a serious childhood accident.
Personality: In a word, cocky. He's smart, he knows he's smart, and he wants everyone else to appreciate exactly how smart he is. He finds it extremely entertaining to run intellectual circles around his opponents, even more so when he gets paid at the end of it. His manner with clients is generally matter-of-fact, or even blunt, and he has little patience for fools, which, in his book, is a category that includes everyone who pays for his advice and then refuses to take it. He has an extremely well developed sense of right and wrong, and won't take a case if it clashes with his morals. Underneath all this, though few get to actually see it, he is a bit of a softy. He can't stand to see people fall through the cracks, which is why he works where he does. Sometimes he'll even take on cases for no money whatsoever, though he understandably doesn't like this spread around.
Appearance: Justin has a tall, lanky frame that always seems to be bursting with suppressed energy. He's generally dressed immaculately, with expensive tailored suits, white starched shirts, shiny shoes, and sophisticated silk ties. His face is full of sharp angles, with a strong chin, prominent cheekbones, and an aquiline nose. He has striking Spanish coloring, pale skin, raven hair, and unexpected blue-gray eyes with long, dark lashes.
History: Justin was born into a well-to-do, highly religious family in New York. Ever since he was an extremely small child, he loved to argue. By the age of thirteen, he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and at 16 he graduated early and went off to St. John’s Collage in Annapolis, and then Harvard Law for Graduate School. If asked, he wouldn’t be able to put his finger on the exact moment that he lost his faith; for years he lived in a world where everything around him had to do with law, logic, and, overall, things that could be proven. It wasn’t the best environment for faith of any type. In any case, upon graduating from Harvard, he was offered a position in several prestigious law firms, but, in the end, decided to go with none of them, instead joining a lesser known firm in Melrose. His mother has never quite forgiven him.
Other: He hates losing; he says it’s a pride thing, but really he can’t stand the feeling of having let someone down.
