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PostPosted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 1:46 am


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Teruko Akemi
Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.


l NameTeruko Mira Akemi
l Sex - Female
l Sexual Orientation - Heterosexual
l D.O.B - October 15th
l Height - 5'9"
l Weight - 135lbs
l Eye Color - Amberish Gold
l Hair Color - Strawberry Blonde
l Human Type - Average Joe

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l Personality - Teruko seems like your every day laid back and pleasant woman to be around at first glance. But don't let that fool you. The woman is a hard a**, and literately take no bull s**t what so ever. Shes known to be stubborn and hot tempered, though fiercely protective of those whom come under her care or manage to weasel their way under her skin enough that she hold some sort of trust for them. Her trust is something that must be earned, for she is one that is unwilling to trust those around her. However even with her lack of trust for most people. She is one of the most loyal people around when it comes to a job. She will literately put her own hide on the line to be sure every last person docked on her massive lessep gets home.
l Biography - Teruko was always an odd child. One few trusted do to her... parents occupation. Her father had apparently been a known murder who had been killed for his crimes. Her mother... had what most called a slut. Well until she had met her father and romance bloomed. Thus she was brought up without a father, and her mother merely doing the normal every day thing to have a source of income. By the time she had turned thirteen she had learned to completely block out her mothers 'business'. She figured it was her mothers own little problem to do what she pleased. And when a man pressured her into doing the same thing her mother did for a living. She snapped, lashing out at the man with rather savage intensity that had left the man in the hospital all in a means to defend herself.

After that she stole her mothers most valuable item. An anklet. Apparently one given to her mother by her father, whose family had passed it down for generations. Figuring the woman would have no need for such a trinket she took it and left home. For a while she roamed the streets, merely attempting to get by to survive out upon them. And soon enough she had learned to used a bit of charm to woo others street thugs and what not to get her way. And eventually she found an odd sense of passion in the simple art of nail painting oddly enough.

It was a few years after she had settled in some cozy little nail salon did she meet the man whom would eventually become her husband. Lorenzo had come like many before thugs of his little gang before him, wishing to sell his product at their store. Needless to say Teruko did not approve and voiced it. Her slight temper, hell the mere fact of her standing up against the head of a mafia was enough to spark his interest. After much pursuit and much of her own annoyance with him. She finally gave in, and allowed the older gentlemen to take her out for dinner and a night on the town. Needless to say, for once in her life time she had enjoyed herself greatly. So much so she actually found herself agreeing to more little get together until ultimately she became his wife.

Yet their romance was not meant to come to full flourish. In the typical fashion her husband was gunned down on the street by a rival gang, shielding her own being from being shot. Though he shielded most of her, it did not stop a stray bullet from entering her round state of her belly successfully killing the smaller life growing within her. Unlike the gang members whom fled, she remained with her husband until the feds came along to do what they did best. She was arrested, despite her own words tossed in jail for her husbands crimes. She remained within for a mere two years before she was summoned and eventually released for good behavior. Though, the hardships of what had happened had permanently damaged her mind. She became untrusting, and cold to the world of so called love. Believing it merely to be something of a distraction from her new set goal. The Military. She sought revenge for her own husbands murder. To honor the life he gave up to allow her to keep her own.

Thus, the next few years she found herself working vigorously training her mind and senses to the point she swore they had broken down on a few occasions. But... the hard work, the strain and stress that came with it eventually paid off. She was granted one of the largest Lesseps class ships out in the field. The very ship, that in a sense became her soul item of love. She became known upon the vessel as the 'Cold Hearted Queen.' Her wrath towards those whom attempted to woo her soon became a sight that most upon the vessel wished to see, bet upon on how well the foolish male would fair. The odds were never good for those. But... her crew was nothing less but faithful to her, for the shear fierce protectiveness that reared its head when they fell into a combat situation. The fact that they knew, they came before her own life. She became one of the most respected Lesseps Captains in the fleet because of it.

l Occupation - Lesseps Captain
l Affiliate/Faction - Vultures: Space Wolves


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Class: Lesseps-Class
Type : Amphibious Battleship
Manufacturer: Earth federation
Operator: Space Wolves
Captain: Teruko Akemi
Length: 250 Meters
Power-plant: Minovsky Fusion Reactor
Power Output: unknown
Ship Accommodation:MS hanger, Bridge, Crew rooms.
Armor: Titanium alloy/laminate armor
Propulsion: Scale System (Sand and water)
4 Large wheels (everywhere else)

Armaments:
1x 40cm dual cannon
32x Vertical missile launcher
10x Torpedo launcher
34x Smoke/chaff/flare dispenser

Special Equipments and Features:
3x Manipulator arm
salvage storage space
Mobile Weapons :



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l Anything Else? - She can sing, and has the tendency to kiss people regardless of gender when drunk. She holds a scar upon her stomach from where the bullet tore through her, ending her would have been sons life.
l Character Themes - Untouchable / Starfall / Archangel
l Likes - Strawberries, Star gazing, Long walks on the beach, Good book by the fire, Sweets, Egyptian water lilies.
l Dislikes - Cockroaches, Pointless Violence, Damaged Books, People being left behind, Idiots, Being hit on.
l Rper Name - Mysteriouspoison
PostPosted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 2:43 am


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Veldan Gilarra
The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.


l Name Veldan Gilarra
l Sex - Female
l Sexual Orientation - Heterosexual
l D.O.B - December 5th
l Height - 5'5"
l Weight - 135lbs
l Eye Color - Blue
l Hair Color - Chestnut
l Human Type - Coordinator

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l Personality - Over all Veldan is a rather laid back kinda Gal. She is not one to openly speak very often, thus is considered rather cold, and rude by most whom cross paths with her. Yet despite the hard, cold nature in which seems to float about the woman, she is oddly soft spoken and rather gentle all around though few spend the time to get to know her enough to see it. She is loyal, and protective of those whom she considers worthy of her time. Or rather those whom were willing to stick around long enough to see exactly who she really was under all the cold exterior. Silent as she is, she is one of the most loyal beings one can come to trust.
l Biography - Veldan was always a rather quiet child, spending most of her time off in some little corner with that of others. Why she did this know one really knew. But she despite such a young age was... different than most of the average children around her. She held a higher intelligence at a younger age, an intelligence that allowed her to skip grades at a swifter rate. By the time she was fourteen she had completely graduated form that of high school. For a period of time she merely roamed with no real set destination in mind. Just... roaming about because she could, her parents far to trusting of her seemingly intelligence to do anything to stop her. Thus she roamed, what she could of a world in which could be barely remembered as earth.

It was during this time she had taken up the idea of hacking into military systems, easily bypassing their security with ease. She had never been caught, and it had always been so easy to do. By the time she had hit seventeen and they had located where she had been sitting the last few years hacking them. She was already all the way up to date on what they were doing. This... fascinated them, as much as she was fascinated to be within their walls after so long. Thus... at the age of seventeen she was put into training rather than prison. Training in which she excelled at just like she had with her schooling. She learned faster than the rest of the cadets, got higher scores. Until eventually she was placed before something larger than she had ever laid eyes upon. A mobile suit.

She spent less than a year learning what took many three to four years to learn. Until she was ultimately graced with the RGM-96X Jesta. A suit she spent the next few years within, doing odd jobs for the military as they found fit for her to do. Wither it was merely some patrol or some lengthy mission in which required some long distance work. She had excelled none the less at these jobs over the next few years. Until ultimately they believed it was time she was placed in something that would truly prove her worth to the world. With the Jesta as her suit, she was promptly shipped off to the 'Allfather' the day before its departure. To see exactly what she really could do upon the battleship, with what they had come to know about the young Coordinator.

l Occupation - Pilot / Researcher / Hacker / Mechanic
l Affiliate/Faction - Vultures: Space Wolves



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Model Number/ Name: RGM-96X Jesta
Model Type: Limited Production Special Operations Mobile Suit
Manufacturer: Anaheim Electronics
Operator: Space Wolves
Head Height: 19.3 meters
Max Weight: 57.2 metric tons
Standard Weight: 24.8 metric tons
Power-plant: Minovsky Ultracompact Fusion Reactor
Power Output: 1510 kW
Accommodation: Pilot only, cockpit in chest
Sensor Range: 7200 meters
Armor: Titanium Alloy/Ceramic Composite
Propulsion:
Rocket Thrusters: 89030 kg
Vernier Thrusters/Apogee Motors: N/A

Armaments: 60mm Vulcan Gun Pod
3-slot Cracker Gernade rack
75mm Sniper Rifle
Heat Saber
100mm Machinegun

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Optional Equipment:
Shield


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l Anything Else? - She's a skilled musician with guitars, and can often times be found playing an old acoustic within her quarters. If Not there within the Hanger working on her own suit. She has often times been seen with a hawk, if this is a pet or not its uncertain.
l Character Themes - Comin soon
l Likes - Sweets / The Color White / Birds / Horses / Guitar / Reading / Rain / Thunderstorms / The Moon
l Dislikes - Extremely Loud People / Rudeness / Sexists / Extremely hot climates / Idiots.
l Rper Name - Mysteriouspoison


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Mysteriouspoison

Romantic Millionaire

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Mysteriouspoison

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PostPosted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 6:46 pm


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With
No One

Location
Cafeteria

Mood
Tired / Somewhat Grumpy / Hung Over

Mobile Suit
RX-0

O.O.C
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                                                    ╰☆╮Charon found a small groan rolling past his lips. What time was it? Was it noon? Or some ungodly hour within the morning. He should complain more often about the desire to sleep in. Seems their leader didn't know the meaning of the world. But... he really couldn't be too hard on a woman she merely desired to what he assumed was be helpful. Or make converstation or in general be nice. He honestly held no idea what it was with Icefire. She always seemed to be smiling for some odd reason. Always cheery and happy. Kinda creepy if you asked him. Then again what did he know he was just some teenage hero on the edge of becoming an adult. And the sooner that happened the sooner he could move on with his life and track down that Grimore.

                                                    ☼☼☼Slowly long ears twitched one poking its way out from under the bed, before the other slowly followed after. He was being called. And honestly he didn't mind the name he had been given. Suppose he was lucky it was so closed to an actual real name. Slowly a large yet slender hand slithered out from under the bed, pawing at the ground for a moment or two before, it seemed to take a hold of the ground more firmly. The limb was soon pulling, the process pulling something farther out from under the bed. Until apparently a head of thick seemingly ebony locks was emerging, followed by a pair of broad shoulders only after that head happened to find the top of the bed. A small amount of low cursing slipping past the lips of the being, bright blue eyes sending a rather pissed glare at the top of the bed.

                                                    ☼☼☼Pushing the thought further from his mind he continued to pull himself out from under the bed, his back curving, and slightly flexing at the process, pressing lightly against the base of it. Had he gained weight or grew in size a slight bit? Honestly it seemed rather challenging just to get out from under the bed when it had been so easy before. Yet the process of climbing out from under the bed became far more easier as it hit his legs. And gratefully so. He was getting annoyed with rubbing against the bloody bed as he climbed out from under it. Not very enjoyable. And did it seem colder in this bedroom than normal? Was he just... off today? His mind mulled it over for a period of time, as he pulled his feet free from being under the bed.

                                                    ☼☼☼Pressing off the ground with one hand he pushed himself up to his feet, free hand lifting to lightly rub the back of his head. Oddly enough it felt as if he was feeling his hair for that of the first. The smooth some what silky texture of it. Pushing the thought from his mind his hand lowered moving to scratch at his rear for a moment, feeling the line of where his tail actually emerged from his tail bone and traveled down to the floor. Well at least that was normal. Perhaps today was one of those off days. He did have those days. His being shifted as he stretched, muscles within his back flexing slightly with the action, before his hands lowered once more. His bright blue gaze rolling around the room. Nothing had changed it pleased him to find it that way.

                                                    ☼☼☼Pushing the thought from his mind he turned his attention to the fact that he should answer his leader in that typical silent like fashion. "Yeah yeah...." It was low, almost velvety in its rough tone. It was most pleasing to hear. Slowly he raised his hand to go about rubbing the back of his neck, only to pause when he caught sight of something almost creamy colored. Slowly he lifted his hand once more holding it before his face. There before him, was something he wasn't to used to seeing. There was no pale ghostly white skin coloring. His gaze shifted rolling to peer down at the rest of his currently toned nude body. He no longer held a Ghost like appearance. Perhaps the Grimore was close to earth so much so his other half of his soul was reacting? Was such a thing possible? He couldn't help but wonder.

                                                    ☼☼☼His gaze shifted rolling to peer back at the bed he had climbed out from under. Another one of those nights in which he had phased through the bed, as well as his clothing. Honestly he had not figured out the whole phase through clothing bit just yet. Shaking his head slightly he turned moving to grab out a pair of boxers, black jeans, and a pair of socks tossing them into a bag. Tugging on a pair of black swim trunks speckled with apparent star constalations a time later. Recalling something about apparently going swimming. And finally a pair of black flip flops to complete it. With that done he went about digging around for a shirt, opting for a grey hoodie that held a diamond pattern. He wore nothing more than that. Anything more would be considered too much within his own eyes. And an item in which was pointless to have on.

                                                    ☼☼☼Allowing himself one last general stretch of his lean fit body, he turned making his way out of his apparently night sky themed room. One that looked as if you were walking right into space. The walls that thick black covered with the constalations of the galaxy. Even his furniture was themed in the same manner. Needless to say the fact that he desired to locate that Grimore had given him a rather large passion for that of space, and stars, and the general galaxy. He held quiet a bit of knowlage over astronomy. And one of his pass times was just sitting there staring up at the stars from a top the Titan Tower. After all it did hold the best highest view point in the city so why not enjoy it while it lasted.

                                                    ☼☼☼A few minutes later he was walking into the lounge peering around the open area for a moment, his bag slung over his shoulder. Hell if something came in he wasn't going to be caught dead in swim trunks battling a foe. Shifting his shoulder slightly to move the bag on his shoulder he pressed forward again making his way into the lounge. Only to pause once more when he discovered Icefire spinning on her chair. How was it a woman that was younger than himself was a leader? One would think it was the oldest right? Which would point at him. His mind mulled it over as he turned his gaze from her moving to take a seat on the couch. Then again he didn't want that sort of attention or the whole demand of leading a group. He wished to put something like that off for as long as possible. Him being the next future king and all of Nibiru. Thus with a seemingly with held sigh, he merely allowed his gaze to slid close as he awaited the others.

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PostPosted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 6:58 pm


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Location
Bridge

Mood
Content / Somewhat Grumpy

Ship
The 'Allfather'

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                                                      ☼☼☼Teruko found her gaze narrowing upon the male as he continued to speak, each word leaving that mouth only irritating her further. She honestly held not time for this s**t. To listen to some rookie pilot go about apparently jotting a course to a place she had already plotted a course for. This... was her issues with pilots, them believing they knew everything when in truth they knew nothing at all. What was worse he was marking a perfectly good new map with a mark. Her hand raised fingers moving to lightly go about rubbing her temple in her annoyance. Much more of this and she swore she would get a headache. Hell perhaps she was already starting to get one via the pressure that resided within her skull already. Idiots... they were all bloody idiots whom knew nothing of just how much work went into setting this up so they could actually go places in which they needed to go. Sooner he was off her bridge the better.

                                                      "Hey Kid, how about you do you're own god damn job and I'll do mine hm? Next time you remotely drop one of those comments about my appearance or attempt to even woo me I'll have your a** off this ship so fast it will make your ancestors dizzy. Get the ******** off my bridge. And stay the hell off of it. Next time you step foot up here I'll have you locked in the brig."

                                                      ☼☼☼Her voice was sharp, cold, and double edged. She wanted nothing to do with these pilots. With a simple gesture of her head, a group of bridge officers were moving forward, grasping the pilot and stuffing him into the elevator he had climbed out of, even selecting the floor of the hanger bay before stepping out, becoming a wall that he could not pass through even if he attempted to. Only when the soft thrum of the doors sliding closed before Teruko's own hardened gaze did she turn back to the matter at hand. Her gaze moving over the clip board that was brought forth to her. So... with this everyone was aboard and departure could commence. Good the sooner this so called job was done the better. If the others were anything like the pesk that just walked onto her bridge this trip was going to be a very long, and irritating one.

                                                      ☼☼☼Her gaze slowly shifted rolling to peer off in the direction of her chair before she was moving for it, slowly taking her seat once more as she crossed one long leg over the other. It was time things got moving. Her voice came out smoothly, refusing to allow the tone of her irritation with the pilot to continue to be heard. Sure, she had been given a name, but at this point of time she honestly could care less about that pilot. Just another worthless speck that she had the unfortunate circumstances to meet. The fact he had even made the slightest of compliment to her was enough to have him on her s**t list for the remainder of his lively hood. He like all the rest would learn just how serious she was on her threat of throwing him off the ship. She had done it many times before, surely it would not be the last. Soon enough the all to apparent rumble of the engine slowly kicking over came apparent, and with it the slow movement of the Land tank moving forward, heading for its destination.

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