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Name: Turranet
Played by: Turiko
Social class: Bounty hunter
Age:17
Nickname: Mutt or Turra
Past: A young girl, born into the poor. Bore by a mother of the Lavarian race, a poor, nearly extinct race, fed upon by the mortals for their delicious hearts. Her father, a traveller whom had left her and her mother for the dogs, bares the mark of her title on her back. The scars that have stained her flesh permanently reminding her of what she was. A slave to an evil being, sold by her Lavarian mother. The wickid creature tormented her to the point where insanity be brought upon her. Everyday..the same routine, beaten to wake up, whipped to cook breakfast, raped, beaten down till her body was battered and bruised. At night the same thing, after the chores were done, raped again, beaten until she made the dinner, and screamed at when she fell in her agony.

Mutt is what the rather large creature called her, the name plagued her as a young child as she tried to play with the other small children..but her dark grey skin, long pointy ears, and fleshy tail kept them at bay.

Nights grew darker in her mind when she was kept in the hut. Sturdy walls were nowhere to be found, gusts of wind seeped through gaps in the wooden planks. She slept on th ground, amongst the bugs and disease.

The coldest night of the cycle, as she had completed her chores, a tall, green complected man approached her as she was returning to her cold lifeless hut. He spoke to her soft and kindly. The man was one more handsome than the girl would have ever seen, he smiled tenderly and touched her dull cheek bringing her to blackout.

When she awoke again she was in her small breezy hut, with a deep sigh she arose and began to tread to her masters home, as she opened the door a body, covered in the crimson liquids that once flowed through the creatures body, fell against her, the dead mass weighed her down and almost took her to the ground had not she slipped out of the way, the body's crimson liquid, now smeared across her hands and clothing, seaped out and created a river that flowed across the bare ground. Her bright emerald opts grew large at the sight, her body jolted, taking her legs to run, running for, what seemed like forever, hours..maybe even days. She fell before a small shelter that seemed abandoned in the outskirts of the lowers dwelling.

Not long after this venture, she came across the same, green complected man, he smiled kindly upon her and took her in, sending her on assignments to track certain people, he taught her the way of fighting, he turned her into a slayer, but she has fallen in love with him.

A night, after the ussual training she gained up all her courage to tell him what she had longed to always tell him and left her room, only to find the dwelling to be abandoned, everything was gone, he had left her, but not unarmed, she was left with two guns and her beloved dagger.

Now at only the age of fifteen cycles, she was trained to equal any full aged male who had been trained all his life, though she did have flaws, she was indeed a well fit fighter.

She continued to train to present date, hunting down criminals for the bounty on their head for food and weapon money, she is still, even to date, spat at for being a mutt, but she cares not for what the other think, she'd much love letting her blade judge them when the time comes.

Appearance: A rather strange girl, she appears strong and healthy, her flesh bearing the complection of a dark grey, brought down from her Lavarian mother. Her hair is jet black reaching just past her shoulders with tips of alabaster.

Her ears extend through her hair with a point revealing her elven ancestory.

Her eyes are unbalanced in color, for her right eyes bears the color emerald, and her left bears saphire. It is said that her left eye sees only the past, her depressing thoughts being cluttered within the sight of the left eye. She often wears an eye patch over it so that she not see the past left behind, thought most often she is seen without the patch.

She stands at a rather average height of 5'10".

She is most often seen wearing that of the shadows, black, to blend in with the darkness that the lowers have created within their area.

She wears black boots that clap the ground with a loud thump as she walks across the bare ground.

Wearing a tattoo of her former companion on the back of her neck, a barcode, only later did she find that the barcode on his wrist labeled him as a murderous killer.

Personality:often cold or harsh, she usually retaliates with violence to those she does not care for, extremely hateful toward the Lavarian and elven race, she judges those by species and not the way they act.

Though she seems innocent at first glance, she would not think twice about spilling someone's blood.

Other information:She has a need, one that someone would say was an addiction. When she was unborn, within the womb, her mother was a drug adict and got her hands on a rare drug called Cillia, after Turranet was born, she developed the addiction and now relies on the stealing of this rare chemical to stay alive.

Weapons: An assortment of guns and knives, though her favoring weapon is the ninja star, easly thrown and they wont kill.

Knowledge:She knows much with electronics and weapons, she may easily outwit that of a genius, though she could not out do the knowledge, book wise, she lacks in books what she makes up in electronics and weapons.

Weakness:Extreme light, or extreme dark no matter the form it may put her into an acoma.

If the blue flame on the end of her tail is extinguished..she will die.

Name: Tru

Played by: TruDistance

Social class: Lower

Age: Unknown, but looks in her early twenties.

Past: Tru's past in torn into two parts, childhood, and adolescence. Her mother, a proud Elven princess had wandered off into the streets one day in defiance of her parents wishes. And when in the thicket of an unfamiliar forest was raided by a group of Neko theives, and in this assualt was raped by one man, thus getting pregnant. Being proud and self-riotous she refused to give up the child and decided to raise her child as any other Elven child.

Though Tru was born with everything she was still mocked by her peers growing up, taunted with insults of being a mut and worthless, though her mother did stay true to her. Tru's family praised her as the first born and she was spoiled with riches. And as the years passed into her teenage years she had become a degnified and classy young woman. She walked with grace, yet her heart was slowly turning sour from the ritacule from the other children, she knew she was changing, and wondered if she could even help it, not knowing her father, she began to wonder if she could ever be as pure as the other Elves. And, almost as if it gave off a call, the band of Neko theives ventured into the quiet Elven city with great forces. At the meer age of 13 Tru saw all that she had held dear be torn from her, and was helpless to do anything. But, she was dealt a bit of luck. When her school was taken hostiage it was her father who was murdering the helpless children. Though Tru grew up being told to never use her abilities she gained by being part Neko, she ran to the man with her claws retracted and jumped on the man. When he turned and threw her down, her amber eyes met his and he smirked.

After the raid of the Elven city Tru was taken by her estranged father and was taught a new way of life. She was no longer the point of interest with others when she was with her father. They taught her the ways of theives, and she learned quickly, willingly forgetting her past. As the years went by Tru was known, accepted, and revired by others in the Dump of T'Mar. It wasn't her skill necessarily that set her apart and got her the respect, but her attitude. She wasn't as slezy as others, she had unknowniglly kept her refined attitude. She still thought she was better then others, and thought she desirved the best. With her Elven longevity, Neko skill, and uptight attitude, she made her way to the top, at least, to the top of the Dump.

Appearence: Tru is of short sature, standing around 5'4'' and of a medium build. She has a very womanly and curvy body, a full figure, but not plump. Some view her as an oddity with her pale white skin, and striking bright red hair. It has no exact structure, but it is very short and choppy, usually just a mess. Her face seems very humanlike, full soft pink lips, button nose, and almond shapped piercing yellow eyes, except, her pupilsd are those of a cat. Her slitted eyes are striking and very noticible. And rightly below her left eye is a small scar about an inch long. And a select few have learned that her tounge has the same texture as of a house cat. Other then her eyes, it is her ears that are most prominant, especially with her short hair. Unlike the small round ears of a human she has slightly elongated ears that come to a point at the end.

The rest of her body is reltivily normal, her skin is soft and smooth, and her hands are smaller the most, but her nails are odd, for they are not nails, but claws. Curved and pointed and able to retract if needed. And the first thing that most people notice about this young woman is her tail. A long and elegant yellow tail, not that orange color, but yellow, like her eyes, but with some darker stripes. And if you happen to see her in a short enough skirt, you will notice a spiraling scar around her right thigh, a scar, not a tattoo.

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Player
Lazarous

Name
Jazz

Social status
Upper lower/ lower middle

Age
19

Height
6'2"

Weight
88kg

Hair
Blonde, unkempt, longish

Profession
Apprentice mechanic, dockworker

Race
Human

Background
Jazz' childhood wasn't a bad one, actually. At least as "not bad" as it gets in the Lowers. His mother was a good enough whore to earn enough for food and clothing, though hardly anything extravagant. He didn't really have a father but few he knew had one anyways. He did have a younger sister, Blues. Jazz was smart enough to learn who to avoid and where to go as well as fast enough to get there. He did his best to teach his sister the same things, and she was bright enough to learn as well.
Their mother always told them that she'd make sure they didn't end up as her, and she did her best, even managing to get her children into school. One day, however, she suddenly started telling them that they had to make sure they didn't end up like her. Jazz was 7 and Blues was 5 when they ended up at an orphanage.
Neither of them came to stay there long, though. But for widely different reasons. Only a couple of months after they had arrived Blues vanished during the night. The caretakers always claimed she had run away, but Jazz knew better than that. He also knew that trying to find out who had bought her would end with him dead, and even if it didn't there was nothing he could do about it. So a week later, he ran away - partly to avoid meeting the same fate as Blues had.
He first spent some time looking for Blues anyways, despite his predictions, but with little success. All he could find out was that she was somewhere in the Uppers. So he set about taking care of his own survival. He had spent the past month living on what he could find in garbage cans, so he was no stranger to living on scraps. When he then heard the rumours about people making a living on salvaging machine parts from scrapped vehicles in a junkyard not too far off he headed there in hopes of somehow surviving.
In Waste Zone Pi 2 he found an entirely different culture than what existed in the moreurban parts of the Lowers. Both had gangs, but the junker tribes were if possible even morepitiful than the inner-city gangs.
Where the gangs at least managed to get clothes for themselves and often spent their time doing as little as possible for as much as possible, the tribes walked dressed in rags tornfrom whatever could serve to keep some warmth and worked hard for even the smallest scraps.
Where the gangs often suffered internal battles as well as wars against competing gangs, the tribes had a rare sense of community as well as a kind of pride in their way of life. They were the ones who when faced with poverty had accepted it and made something of it rather than become criminals. Jazz somehow got adopted into a small tribe, probably due to his age, and stayed there for years - a meager but satisfying life - and in a sense they became a new family for him.
Of course, nothing ever lasts - something Jazz had begun to learn quite well. Occasionally parties from the Uppers would come down to the junk zones to do some wild-life hunting. It was a party like this that obliterated Jazz' tribe when he was 12. He was working on excavating the back-end of an engine and hid in an exhaust-pipe and somehow escaped discovery.
He knew how to fend for himself and managed fairly well during the days he spent walking around afterwards. He could always join another tribe, but when the thought struck him he realized that he wanted something else. He didn't want to remain in the junk or even in the city. Of course, what way was there to get away? Just then he looked up and through the smog he saw the light of a launching shuttle. In the Lowers the dream of every other child was to become a space pilot, but as the rough life progressed there wasn't really any hope of reaching there. As Jazz looked at the ascending flame he realized that if he truly wanted it, it could be done. He had no education, nor the money to get one, but he did have time and will.
The next day he signed up with a party of people down from the Middles looking for manpower for the Spaceport docks. They laughed at the child and tried to discourage him at first, but his persistence finally convinced them. Since the workers got paid after how much work they actually did they were convinced Jazz would just give up when he realized he couldn't live on the meager salary. If he didn't he'd just as soon get killed - workers from the Lowers are always considered disposible and sent in to do the most dangerous work.
However, years of hard work in the junk Zone had taught Jazz all about manual labour and though he wasn't doing great, he managed to get by as well as earn enough for food and someplace to live.
Since then Jazz has survived seven years of back-breaking high-risk work. He has a few scars from accidents, but unlike most others who sign up for the work at the docks he still has all his limbs attached. Surviving that long has even earned him promotion to the Exoskeleton Workers since a couple of years back. Operating the rusty machines is no less dangerous than manual labour and requires more skill, but it also pays somewhat better.
Though he has long since given up on earning enough to get a pilot's education, he is far from giving up on becoming a pilot. When he had enough money to get books, he started reading in his spare time. He kept reading ever more advanced material until he could comprehend technical manuals. Using the knowledge he can get from there as well as from doing maintenance on his exoskeleton he set about building a flying vehicle. It'd never leave the atmosphere, but if he could somehow learn to handle it and enroll in the races that took place outside the Dome, and with enough luck he might even win; the prize money would go a long way towards his goal.

Appearance
Jazz is generally a big guy - fairly tall and heavily muscled from long years of manual labour. He has blonde hair which he doesn't bother spending time on other than keeping it short enough to no get stuck somewhere.
Usually he wears a coarse shirt with rolled-up sleeves over a t-shirt. Them as well as the basic trousers he wears are always aimed to be practical and durable rather than stylish. Though he doesn't wear them too often he usually keeps a pair of steel-reinforced gloves nearby.

Personality
Growing up in the Lowers has learned Jazz to be generally distrustful. He doesn't really believe there is anyone that wishes him well. He has also learned that it's best not to show what one is actually thinking and he has a tight rein on his temper and face.
Though he doesn't mind talking about himself in general he won't talk about his past, and might not say too much for that reason.

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Sitji (my real name .___.) Maorte is a human/cow/sheep hybrid and is quite small in stature. His proportions are that of a normal human, but his height is substantially shorter than a stereotypical human male. He came from the planet Jook, and escaped his home under the heavy fire of Reign. They had wanted the resources that were native on this planet (it was a grain that could be chemically modified to become ship fuel [one grain would translate itself to 1 litre of fuel]). Sitji had escaped by stowing away on a transport vessle the Reign had brought with them to the planet, and several weeks later (surviving on the grain), The vessle landed in T'mar.

Sitji is a pessimist, who secretly plots the death of everyone he meets. This was caused mainly by him witnessing the death of his family when the Reign had taken over his home. It is hard to gain his trust, and he is the kind to hide in the shadow and avoid company.

He is unnaturally quiet around everyone, and just tinkers with the bell around his neck.

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