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Endrewahei Eekmei Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 6:26 pm
This is where the female profiles will be posted
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 7:25 pm
 Username: Sakuya Sakura
Name: Cassie Adams
Race: Human
Nationality: Native American (Cherokee), Irish, American, German
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Alias: "Gunny" or "Skullette"
Occupation: Mercenary/Bounty Huntress
Personality: You don't want get on this girl's bad side. One of Cassie's favorite sayings is "I can see through you" and she can....with enough ammunition. She's one tough cookie and can work just as hard as any man. A natural born leader, she looks out for other people when necessary, but guards her own back first. Don't expect her to take a bullet for you, but be prepared for her whip out one of her 9mm Uzi pistols if you step on the wrong nerve. She's known for her temper, and is proud of it.
How Cassie speaks her mind may come off as arrogant and rude to most people, but to those who know her well enough, know it's simply Cassie being herself. Cassie doesn't handle sensitive emotions very well, so she chooses to ignore them. It's not that she doesn't care, she can and does on time to time, but is more so unsure of what to do. Such things as flirting, compliments or someone, mainly men, being genuinely nice to her are major things that throw her off center some. When something bothers her, it's best to leave her be and let her handle things in her own manner. Nobody likes a bullet in the head.
Biography: Once the virus got out, Cassie, her younger brother and her parents had all made plans to go live in England with her aunt. But it wasn't long before they were attacked. Mutated humans with flesh melting from their hairless bodies and hyper reflexes swarmed the family sedan moments after they had buckled in. The creatures were not intelligent enough to open the doors, but seemed to prefer bashing their skulls into the glass until it broke, or their brains splattered over the glass. Clutching her 12 year old little brother to her to protect him from the sights and sounds, Cassie cried into his shoulder. Her mother screamed as the heathens began to tip the car onto its side. After the car flipped, everything went black and cold.
Not long after, though she can't quite remember how long she had been knocked out, Cassie woke up to a sight that no person could fathom. Her body was on the opposite side of the street from the car, cut and scraped from the broken glass and from seemingly dragged across the road. Blood was splattered everywhere, but no bodies were to be seen. In a rush of hope, she crawled over to the car. At first, her brain seemed to lag like a computer with too many programs running at once. But slowly, it all came into focus. Handfuls of hair were scattered in the back and front seats. Blood trickled or dripped from the broken glass windows onto the blood covered road. Using what strength she had, Cassie carefully pulled herself to her feet.
When the big picture came into focus, silent tears began to slide down Cassie's cheeks, leaving track in her dirt and blood covered face. Blood trails led away from the car and into dark alley ways along the road. She didn't need to run and check to know what had happened. A gurgling growl caused her to spin around, her heart racing. A mutant squatted in the road about 8 meters away from her. It was gnawing on what looked like a turkey leg, but when the monster turned the piece of meat around a whole knew horror pierced her heart; it was her little brother's arm. The thing didn't seem to pay much attention to her, enjoying its meal, as she crouched back down to hopefully stay out of sight. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her back pack and began to reach for it, keeping her eyes on the thing as it began to chew on a finger. The movement caught its attention and the thing dropped the arm like a dog would drop a toy while taking a small hop closer.
Its eyes were completely white but reports from when the virus began was that they had very keen eyesight and sharp smelling senses like a dog. On both of it's hands, the index finger was elongated and lanky with a long claw-like fingernail. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed her pack and carefully began pulling it out of the wreckage. The mutant licked its blackened lips with a slimy, brown tongue before baring its teeth in what could have been a grin if it were more human. With a cackle it scurried closer on all fours towards her. Cassie scrambled to her feet, threw her pack over her shoulder and sprinted down the road. Within seconds she was knocked onto the ground with the creature tearing at her pack. She slipped her arm out of the shoulder strap and rolled onto her back, striking her foot out and kicking the thing in the head with her heel. The impact knocked it off her pack, but had done no damage. It lunged at her, clawing at her with its long index fingers.
Gunshots rang out and the creature fell in her lap, spasming. She screamed and and mutant fought to get up, snapping it's teeth at her face. One of its claws cut across her left cheek, causing the monster to shriek at the smell of fresh blood. A final gunshot went through the thing's head, finally killing it. Cassie quickly kicked the body away and scrambled to her feet with blood dripping from her chin. A small group of 4 men and 1 woman walked towards her. Cassie may never admit it, but she fell into the first man's arms sobbing and clutching onto his uniform with a death grip. The group was the last of a 250 person team sent into the area to exterminate the "infestation". They had greatly underestimated what they were facing.
They had taken Cassie back to their base camp, cleaned her up and kept her safe. Over the past 3 years she has grown harder, colder and hateful because of her experience. She nor the others will ever know why she was left alive and her family slaughtered, though she is secretly thankful to still be alive and seemingly immune to the virus. In a matter of weeks everything she had ever come to love and know was destroyed; her mother, father and 12 year old younger brother all slaughtered. "******** justice." she often says. "There's no justice today. I want revenge."
Weapons: Twin 9mm Uzi pistols with black titanium plating and a hunting knife.
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Endrewahei Eekmei Captain
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E r o s L u n a Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 3:13 pm
{Work in progress}  Account Name: Ai the Fallen
Name: Areana Dawson
Race/Nationality: Vampire/Human
Age: 17
Specialty: Medical Field
Background: {Working on}
Biography:Areana was beaten and raped by her father when she was younger. She also lost her mother due to a fight with her father. The cops claimed it as accidental death, leaving Areana and her twin brother alone with their father. Areana wanted out. So thats just what she did, she took her brother and left. But her brother wanted more. They split parts when Areana and him turned 16. For the next year Areana studied hard to get her mind off of her brother. It was hard work, but Areana made it to her Junior year, and she plans on working harder at it than ever before so she can get into the best dance school she can to become a famous dancer.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 3:56 pm
Account Name: My Greatest Sin Greed
Name: Alex Pride
Race/Nationality: Demon, Irish
Age: 18
Specialty: Blowing s**t up.
Background: Comes from a huge family tree of demons.
Biography: Not much to know about Lexi, besides the fact that she can make anything explode just by thinking about it.
Appearance: Lexi
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Endrewahei Eekmei Captain
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Endrewahei Eekmei Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 3:22 pm
Account Name: ThatBitterSweetGirl
Name: Nicola Pink
Race/Nationality: Human/American
Age: 19
Specialty: Sniping, Spying
Background: Ran away from home at fourteen and has lived in the Tombs of big-city Newford, California since then.
Biography: Niki grew up in a nice little place outside of Newford. She had friends and family, and a pretty good life. Until her dad upped and left, that is. Then her mom got depressed. Everything fell onto Niki's shoulders: bills, school, work, taking care of her mother, life. She was only 13 when that happened. Her dad never wrote, never called, never even existed as far as she knew. They moved to a small apartment in the city, she lost all her friends, and quit going to school.Niki's mother started smoking and drinking and hitting her daughter. It got worse as time went by.
After a year Niki hit her breaking point. She left without saying anything to her mother. She left everything she had at the apartment and emptied her bank account and headed for the Tombs. The Tombs was the name given by the city to a large area that was broken and no longer cared for. The only people living there were runaways, homeless people, druggies, pimps and gangs. People who had no place else.
As soon as she got there she found herself talking to a guy selling guns. Niki had no use for one, she never intended to kill or hurt anyone. But as the conversation drew her in, she handed the guy fifty buck for a gun known only as 'the Kreig 550.' She didn't know anything about it except how to shoot it, and shoot it she did. She practiced on bottles, cans, and bilboards. No cops ever came into the Tombs, so why should she bother worrying about the law?
Over the years, Niki became an expert on shooting and sniping. She never shot anybody, but she could have if she had a good enough reason. Niki didn't talk to anybody and she let herself become somewhat antisocial and rude towards people.
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