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Gaia Username:: FroggerLogger
Character Name:: Dayne Pryor
Gender :: Male
Age :: 29
Height :: 6'1
Physical Description: Average-build, shoulder-length blonde hair pulled back. He wears a dark brown tailored suit with boots underneath pant legs.
Personality :: Dayne has an Albert Wesker personality. He is mainly calm and doesn't seem to show much emotion; when he gets angry he will completely ignore whoever pissed him off. He enjoys watching people suffer and finds humor in torture. Dayne takes the logical route but also acts abruptly if you do not reason with him.
History :: Dayne was the average 10 year old kid on the block; when the Organization took over, his neighborhood was flattened and he barely escaped. Wandering the streets of Serial the Commander caught Dayne trying to steal food from his ground camp. The Commander planned to have the boy executed for an attempted theft but when he saw Dayne he couldn't do it.

Instead he had the boy under go multiple brain tests in an attempt to brainwash him into a mindless and ruthless killer. It took years but finally it was finished by the time Dayne was sixteen.

With a new robot Commander had Dayne train in sword fights, while the Commander himself taught Dayne Aikido. The boy learned fast and the next thing he knew he was promoted to General and was highly favored by the Commander.
Reason for joining the organization :: Dayne had no choice, he was brainwashed.
Title/Rank:: General
Weapons :: He likes to use kendo, his favorite weapon is Katana. He is a master at Aikido (hitting pressure points of the human body)
How radical are you?:: Dayne prefers to talk when your surrounded by snipers and machine guns; if you won't listen to HIS reasoning then he'll have you killed.
Subordinate Assigned:: Tyler Rogue
Other :: Dayne uses others to do his bidding; he would never kill someone not worthy enough to die by his hands. Likes to be in the action however he makes sure he's far enough away to observe the matter.

Character Name:: Christopher “Crow” Scar
Gender :: Male
Age :: 29
Height :: 6’0”
Physical Description: Crow is tall and lanky, even though he is strong, he doesn’t have the muscles to show it. His jet black hair streams over his shoulders and down his back; practically touching his waist. His smoldering, crimson red eyes contrasts greatly with his pale white face. Even though he may be smiling his eyes still sort of leers at you in a very creepy manner. And the fact is, Crow is not someone who smiles genuinely, he smirks more so of the time. He may be considered handsome, if you like males with cold eyes and a sinister smile. His attire is quite plain, loose black pants and a loose, long, white dress shirt. The top three buttons of the shirt is always left unfastened revealing the black metal collar and necklace chained all together.
Personality :: Crow is a very sarcastic and sly character. He can be considered humorous, in a rather odd and sick sense. Most of the time, he mocks you and would grin afterwards, as if he was only making a joke but the way his eyes stare right back at you- you know he isn’t trying to be funny. He does not take the time to fathom about other people’s backgrounds or history, if he doesn’t like you- he won’t like you no matter what you do. No matter how pitiful your past might be, Crow would only feign a look of sympathy and tell you to get over it. But the truth is, Crow doesn’t like much people and his only interest is really women.
History :: Crow was sent to prison because he had brutally stabbed an innocent man to death. The police presumed that he was mentally ill but when a psychiatrist was called in, Crow showed no sign of insanity. So he was sent to prison. But one day, some idiot left his cigarette burning and the entire prison went up in smoke. Many convicts were able to escape- Crow being one of them. He made his way into Serial and live there much of his life. However, he joined the Organization a year later, completely turning against the Nyx. This was quite bad since crow had been a Nyx leader so he does know much information about this powerful group.
Reason for joining the organization :: Crow is simply a traitor. There is no other reason. He left the Nyx because he could find no more benefits from it. And the Organization offered him much more to gain.
Title/Rank:: General
Weapons :: Carries a handy gun and a couple of knives. Hidden in his pockets is a rusty but strong piece of barb wire that he uses when engaged in close-combat fighting.
How radical are you?:: Crow isn’t someone who likes to negotiate, if you’re an enemy- then he will defeat you no matter what. No words to be said.
Subordinate Assigned:: N/A (Refuses to have one)
Other :: Even though his real name is Christopher, everyone knows him as Crow. Many people in the Organization don’t trust Crow- they feel if that if he could turn his back on the Nyx, he could do the very same thing to the Organization. But the Commander trusts Crow and that is all that is necessary to shut the mouths of the Organization.

Character Name:: Eve Remone
Gender :: Female
Age :: 23
Height :: 5'6
Physical Description: Slim build but nicely toned. Her hair is a striking red that curls lightly and ends just below her chest. Green eyes that seem to glow if the light hits them just right. Her outfit consists of a black long-sleeved shirt that falls slightly to the shoulders, black stretch skinny jeans tucked into low heel boots. Wears a hooded cape to better conceal herself.
Personality :: Very straightforward, if she doesn't like something she'll let you know; can be quite snappy and sarcastic. Her smart alack mouth and witty comebacks created many enemies. Her sneaky nature gives her a shady look but is loyal to those she trusts.
History :: Eve's father worked for the Organization's weapons department, he designed nearly every weapon they own. Her family had a simple house in the middle of Serial; her mother tended to the garden out back while Eve did the household chores. Since her father was the prime weapons creator he sometimes worked at home and allowed Eve to help him. However he would not let her in on a secret weapon that he was especially designing for the Commander.

Since Eve was his only child he wanted to make sure she could take care of herself when she gets older; day and night he trained her in basic weapons and close combat. Eventually, at sixteen she could fire twenty different guns and successfully wield Kuhkri knives.

Her father came home one night enraged about the Organization's misuse of his weapons and how they were treating the community. Eve overheard that he would take the family away from this place and his secret research would follow him, they barely finished packing when the Serial army attacked. Her mother was killed instantly but her father and her managed to escape the house; but he had been hit and knew he couldn't go on. Giving Eve the password to his underground shop he entrusted her with keeping his life's work out of Organization hands.

Eve wandered the streets when the war broke out, unable to find a safe place Eve retired to her father's shop and took with her the FAL and the knives. Years passed and when she hit twenty years Eve was known as the Silent Striker for she had preyed and picked off bits of the Organization army. Three years later she overheard a camp of soldiers talking about rebels called the Nyx; if these people were fighting the same enemy as she why not join them?

Reason for joining the Nyx:: Revenge for the death of her family at a young age; the Commander is on her most wanted list. Not to mention the Alpha won her favor
Skill:: Eve is very good at blending into shadows, her FAL allows her to hit a target without them knowing what hit 'em. If a situation gets hot and close combat is in order she uses her two Kukhri knives.
Title:: Silent Striker (Accurate sharp-shooting)
Weapons :: Kukhri knives, Fusil Automatique Léger
How radical are you? :: Eve could really care less as long as she could watch those loyal to the Organization bleed in her hands.
Other :: Don't touch her FAL or you will have no hands. She is Alpha's spouse so no touchy touchy. =3

Character Name:: Akana Massri
Gender :: Female
Age :: 24
Height :: 5'3"
Physical Description: Akana has the lithe build of an acrobat and is much stronger than she appears. Her cropped black hair falls just past her chin, and she has vaguely Egyptian features. Her eyes are so dark the pupils can only be distinguished in bright light. She has coppery skin inherited from her mother's side of the family, and an easy going smile. Akana usually wears loose, comfortable clothes to allow for better movement, but can dress for any occasion. Her voice is incredibly expressive and often draws more attention than her physical appearance, although she's attractive enough in an impish sort of way.
Personality :: Akana is charismatic, to say the least. She can play any part given to her, from the trusting ingenue to the cunning seductress. Many people are drawn to her and trust her, but she doesn't depend on others. Akana loves traveling, alone or in a group, and can't stand to stay in one place for very long. People often say she's easygoing and extroverted, but not many can say they truly know her. She keeps her true feelings to herself, and secretly wishes for somebody to confide in.
History :: After she turned sixteen, Akana left home and began to travel. Until then she had lived a very sheltered existence, her parents were loving but they didn't understand the restlessness that constantly seethed beneath Akana's complacent exterior. She soon discovered through her wanderings that there were few ways for a girl on her own to succeed in the world. She met up with a few others who were more experienced in the streets, and she learned from them. Her closest friend and literal partner in crime, Marcus Dulane, broke away from the small gang and began cheating and stealing. They saw it as a dangerous, thrilling game until Marcus was caught and killed by an outraged member of The Organization. Since then, Akana has worked alone and is much more serious than she acts.
Reason for joining the Nyx:: Akana and Marcus were incredibly successful grifters, and when she caught wind of the Nyx, she decided it was the place for her. Also, she began to feel stir-crazy in the cities scattered between The Organization and The Nyx's territories.
Skill:: Akana is an actress at heart, and a very talented one at that. She knows how to manipulate other's emotions and persuade them to believe her, no matter what. She's a quick thinker and the master of improvisation. Physically, she's agile and flexible. Her stamina when fighting isn't the best, but usually she can dodge and escape any situation without a scratch.
Title:: Trickster
Weapons :: Akana is well trained in hand to hand combat and street fighting, but over the years she's grown fond of knives and daggers. She has one set of daggers hidden in wrist-sheathes and can easily kill with them, but she prefers to use other means to get what she needs.
How radical are you? :: She doesn't believe strongly in any cause except survival, and she knows she won't survive if The Organization succeeds.
Other :: She has a few tattoos, one just between her shoulder blades, one on her hip, both symbols of luck and speed.

Character Name:: Clark G. McArthur
Gender :: Male
Age :: 26
Height :: 6'2"
Physical Description: Clark is a thin, lanky man. He looks older than his young age of twenty-six. His hair is gray, falling raggedly down to his shoulders, where it looks as if it was cut by a knife. His eyes are a faded blue and his lips are almost always curved into a grim frown. His beard always carried the appearance of just being cut, but not shaved, with the stubbles still remaining.

Along with his physical ragged appearance Clark also wears a brown jacket too long for him, with his long hands barely reach into the pockets. He is never seen without it, even when the weather is hot. The jacket is always open, and underneath he wears a variety of plain shirts. Ranging from brown to blue, but always a dark shade or color. Clark's pants are usually plain jeans, of varying shades of light and dark. Clark carries no scars, tattoos or piercings, nor is he ever seen carrying a weapon. This is because the only one he does carry is always hidden in the left side of his jacket, on the inside pocket.
Personality :: Despite this cold-outward appearance Clark is pleasant enough to those he knows. This group is mostly the other captains. He is quick with a joke, and even while wearing his signature grim look, is quite a jovial man away from his troops and lessors. Though he is a criminal, and has had many people killed Clark is morally against violence unless it is by necessity. He can be found muttering to himself after ordering someone dead, or second guessing himself after such an order is given.

To his men Clark is a cold, ruthless criminal. His plans almost always succeed and are usually profitable. He can easily read his men, and has been known by them to kill anyone who was suspected of being a traitor to Nyx. He does however reward them well, and when he can't, fear is as good a motivator as money. Clark prefers that they only know he can have them killed along with everybody they ever liked, without the killings ever being traced.
History :: Clark spent the life of a normal child. His parents were middle class. His dad was ex-military and worked in computers. His mother stayed at home and he was schooled for fourteen years. He was always a smart kid, he thought outside of the box. He always looked for the best solution to every problem, and eventually found out he had a knack for finding it. When Clark turned thirteen he got into a gang. They were ready to kick him out when they found he was useless at everything including escaping, but he convinced them to give him a different role. He would pick the places to fight rivals, map out the places to steal and vandalize. Eventually they gained territory, and Clark started getting paid.

After he had quit school at fourteen Clark's parents found out about the gang. His dad was preparing himself to call the police and teach his son a lesson when Clark ran. He loved his parents, but prison was a fear of his. Clark was bad at escaping, but years of being out of the military had slowed his dad down, and Clark escaped. Clark went back to his gang's main street, explained the situation, and was given a goodbye 'Gift' from a good friend, Dmitri. With a little money, and his smarts Clark left his hometown, and his old life forever. Well, most of it.

Life was a mixture of hardships and walking from that day on. He would work in a town long enough doing odd jobs to earn a little extra money. From there Clark would buy anything extra he needed, saved some money, and began walking to the next town. He was always looking for a place to settle, and more importantly, a place where his parents might not look for him.

Six years passed before Clark finally got over his paranoia of being looked for, and he settled in Serial. The hardships of those six years did little to kill his old personality. He was still funny and smart with a little charisma, but he was alone. Even when he started up a small, new gang to earn money and feel powerful Clark was alone. His gang was small, and did minor crimes for years with little notoriety. It wasn't until Nyx was formed that he became one of the best known faces in Serial, and the most feared.
Reason for joining the Nyx:: Clark joined Nyx for a few reasons of his own. Deep down, he wanted power, and Nyx offered it to him. He also wanted to live in a place where action had no consequence, where second chances weren't needed because the first was never used. Once the Nyx took control of Serial, he would help to create such a society.
Skill:: Though not as charismatic as Strake, Clark is able to get people to do what he wants. He is cunning, calculative, and manipulative. When he cannot inspire he will use fear. Whether it is fear of a world ruled by the organization, or fear of imprisonment and penalty for all the past sins committed by his men.
Title:: Gallows
Weapons :: A hidden semi-automatic pistol.
How radical are you? :: Clark doesn't care to spill blood, or have blood spilt. He is however willing to push moral boundaries to keep himself, and his ideals alive.
Other :: Clark's eyesight has begun to fail. He has thus far been able to cover it up successfully. Though he does hear the occasional rumor about his squinting. Also, Clark does not drink or smoke.