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Known Alias(es): Ummm???
Side (Simpcon, Freelancer, Nobody): Simpcon
Appearance (pics are good, no anime):
Species (Bleeder, Howler, etc.): Bender
Other (Personality, traits, etc.):
-he can be a jerk
-sarcastic
-has a short temper
-is Whil’s brother
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*shrugs* Want me to change the last name?
Lol sure
Yea... I'm good
Name: MischiefKnown Alias(es):
Side (Simpcon, Freelancer, Nobody): Apparent Freelancer
Appearance (pics are good, no anime):
http://www.wallpaperswala.com/wp-cont...
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing...
http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photo...
Species (Bleeder, Howler, etc.): Bender
Other (Personality, traits, etc.): Mischief is well, her name is self explanatory. She's an amazing Bender, and not only with Atoms. She's known to be a trickster, a liar. No one knows how or what her real personality is like. She can play any part in the world, lie her way to hell and back. She's not someone you should trust.
Name: Scarlet LeBlanc Known Alias(es): The Jackass
Side (Simpcon, Freelancer, Nobody): Freelancer
Appearance (pics are good, no anime):
Species (Bleeder, Howler, etc.): Programmer
Other (Personality, traits, etc.):
- A bitch
First Name: Alexander
Alexander is of the Greek origins, with the meaning of 'warrior' and 'defend'. He was named so because his first purpose was to protect his master's family.
Middle Name: Revan-not known by many, only the ones close to him-example the assassins/Programmers he trained-know of it
Revan was the name of a dark and sinister person in his place, the right-hand man of Alexan Sorrow. He was named this by his second Simpcon traininer.
Last Name: Nexus
The meaning of Nexus is 'center' and 'core'. Alec's family lived in the direct middle of the country, so they were named so.
Nicknames: Most preferably, Alec
For people who like him: Alec (Yup, from the Mortal Instruments again), Alex (From the spelling of 'Alexander' and not pronunciation), Nex (From 'Nexus')
For people who hate him (which is considerably a lot): Alexan (Name of the worst criminal in his place), Android (for that's what he is) or Sonar Deeta-Droid (which is the new and advanced name for his type of android form/design)
Gender: Male
Real Age: 5, 804 (very old because Droids don't age. He is always dragged into the labs every two years to get his systems and programs upgraded and more installed, so if you look closer to his left arm, you can see tons of injection spots because he is a left-hander)
Appearance Age: 18
Species: Best full-time Programmer, Android (known formally as Sonar Deeta-Droid)
Side: Simpcon, boss/trainer of Shi (known as Kuro Neko) and Ruth Seneca Wayland
Appearance: (I changed his appearance...)
He looks a lot like Cato from Hunger Games, just that his hair is silver and he looks more intimidating and ruthless. He, if you take in only his natural colors, has the color white or silver almost everywhere.
(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzh...)
And he looks like the picture below when turns into full out Sonar Deeta-Droid-which is often. (view spoiler)
(http://www.iainclaridge.co.uk/blog/wp...)
Hair:
Alec has slightly long silver hair that shines in the light. Which, is usually rumored as 'the last thing you see before you die'. It falls neatly above his eyes and seems to make his eyes stand out more than ever.
Eyes:
His eyes are black-pitch black in fact-with silvery pupils, the opposite of a real eye. The reason for its silver color is the machines that lie underneath, the lenses and focusing machines of a high-tech camera can be found in the eye itself, small and tiny but sharp and deadly.
Skin/Distinguished Markings:
His skin is pale, with glints of metal that catch the light, making him look like he is sparkling (Cliché Twilight scene). Underneath it, is a sheet of metal that protects him from most attacks. Injected into his flesh as a liquid metal at first. Machines are also in Alec, enhancing his speed, agility and stamina for he is a high-tech Sonar Deeta-Droid.
Height:
6'4” ft
Weight:
240 (mostly because of the metal and muscle)
General Style:
Alec doesn't know anything about 'style', he declares as a joke but in truth, he doesn't care. He is usually seen in Droid-mode, looking a lot like the Tron Legacy people. But when he is in human-form, he just wears a simple sweater and jeans. (view spoiler)
Personality:
I can kill you. I can take you down. Anywhere and anytime, my dear friend.
Alec is a trained assassin, thought to kill with ease. So after gaining his title of the best Simpcon Programmer, he became slightly arrogant, though he stands up to his name. He never lets his guard down watching you and observing your moves.
I don't feel anything because I'm a Droid. You can't make a Droid feel anything.
Alec doesn't feel anger, sadness or loss because he is a Droid. He was deprived from feelings because his head was filled with knowledge and there was a program to stop him from feelings so he could kill more easily.
Come on, Bro. Chill, relax.
Alec, besides arrogant, is very relaxed, always mocking others and making fun of his friends, making them look stupid in front of their crushes. But because he does it very casually, not many take it as an insult, taking it as a joke.
If you're my friend, I'll most likely protect you. If you're my enemy, I'll most likely look I want to kill you now.
Alec is very protective of his 'little ones'-known as trainees-and like them to go around unharmed. But he is very vicious to his enemies. He is very cocky towards them and likes to drive them up the wall with snide and smart remarks.
I'm no liar. I'm not bush beater. I get straight to the point and I don't tell lies. You like it or not.
Alec always gets to the point. He hates it when people drag the topic because he thinks it's a waste of time. So he's not really good in conversation-something Sonar Deeta-Droids aren't built to do. He also doesn't tell lies because his programs in his brains prevent him to do so but the truth isn't always what you want to hear.
Alexander is of the Greek origins, with the meaning of 'warrior' and 'defend'. He was named so because his first purpose was to protect his master's family.
Middle Name: Revan-not known by many, only the ones close to him-example the assassins/Programmers he trained-know of it
Revan was the name of a dark and sinister person in his place, the right-hand man of Alexan Sorrow. He was named this by his second Simpcon traininer.
Last Name: Nexus
The meaning of Nexus is 'center' and 'core'. Alec's family lived in the direct middle of the country, so they were named so.
Nicknames: Most preferably, Alec
For people who like him: Alec (Yup, from the Mortal Instruments again), Alex (From the spelling of 'Alexander' and not pronunciation), Nex (From 'Nexus')
For people who hate him (which is considerably a lot): Alexan (Name of the worst criminal in his place), Android (for that's what he is) or Sonar Deeta-Droid (which is the new and advanced name for his type of android form/design)
Gender: Male
Real Age: 5, 804 (very old because Droids don't age. He is always dragged into the labs every two years to get his systems and programs upgraded and more installed, so if you look closer to his left arm, you can see tons of injection spots because he is a left-hander)
Appearance Age: 18
Species: Best full-time Programmer, Android (known formally as Sonar Deeta-Droid)
Side: Simpcon, boss/trainer of Shi (known as Kuro Neko) and Ruth Seneca Wayland
Appearance: (I changed his appearance...)
He looks a lot like Cato from Hunger Games, just that his hair is silver and he looks more intimidating and ruthless. He, if you take in only his natural colors, has the color white or silver almost everywhere.
(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzh...)
And he looks like the picture below when turns into full out Sonar Deeta-Droid-which is often. (view spoiler)
(http://www.iainclaridge.co.uk/blog/wp...)
Hair:
Alec has slightly long silver hair that shines in the light. Which, is usually rumored as 'the last thing you see before you die'. It falls neatly above his eyes and seems to make his eyes stand out more than ever.
Eyes:
His eyes are black-pitch black in fact-with silvery pupils, the opposite of a real eye. The reason for its silver color is the machines that lie underneath, the lenses and focusing machines of a high-tech camera can be found in the eye itself, small and tiny but sharp and deadly.
Skin/Distinguished Markings:
His skin is pale, with glints of metal that catch the light, making him look like he is sparkling (Cliché Twilight scene). Underneath it, is a sheet of metal that protects him from most attacks. Injected into his flesh as a liquid metal at first. Machines are also in Alec, enhancing his speed, agility and stamina for he is a high-tech Sonar Deeta-Droid.
Height:
6'4” ft
Weight:
240 (mostly because of the metal and muscle)
General Style:
Alec doesn't know anything about 'style', he declares as a joke but in truth, he doesn't care. He is usually seen in Droid-mode, looking a lot like the Tron Legacy people. But when he is in human-form, he just wears a simple sweater and jeans. (view spoiler)
Personality:
I can kill you. I can take you down. Anywhere and anytime, my dear friend.
Alec is a trained assassin, thought to kill with ease. So after gaining his title of the best Simpcon Programmer, he became slightly arrogant, though he stands up to his name. He never lets his guard down watching you and observing your moves.
I don't feel anything because I'm a Droid. You can't make a Droid feel anything.
Alec doesn't feel anger, sadness or loss because he is a Droid. He was deprived from feelings because his head was filled with knowledge and there was a program to stop him from feelings so he could kill more easily.
Come on, Bro. Chill, relax.
Alec, besides arrogant, is very relaxed, always mocking others and making fun of his friends, making them look stupid in front of their crushes. But because he does it very casually, not many take it as an insult, taking it as a joke.
If you're my friend, I'll most likely protect you. If you're my enemy, I'll most likely look I want to kill you now.
Alec is very protective of his 'little ones'-known as trainees-and like them to go around unharmed. But he is very vicious to his enemies. He is very cocky towards them and likes to drive them up the wall with snide and smart remarks.
I'm no liar. I'm not bush beater. I get straight to the point and I don't tell lies. You like it or not.
Alec always gets to the point. He hates it when people drag the topic because he thinks it's a waste of time. So he's not really good in conversation-something Sonar Deeta-Droids aren't built to do. He also doesn't tell lies because his programs in his brains prevent him to do so but the truth isn't always what you want to hear.
History:
”My parents weren't anything you'd call nice. They always treated me like some experiment. Always demanding marks. Scores. Time. Everything you would get after a test. I told them what I got of course. I told them all the many times, full marks, hundred, record timing and all the perfect things. That didn't satisfy them, though.”
Alec had a father, a mother and a sister a long time ago-before he was captured by Lore Suurin. His father and mother, however, weren't really the normal kind of parents, the ones that tucked you in bed and said things like, “I love you” or anything nice at all. When Alec was still in prep-school, he would come home every day, with a bright smile on his face and was about to tell his mother-who was at home everyday-about that day's spelling test. But once he got over the word 'test' his mother would at once demand his score. And he would always answer, with a bright smile, “One hundred, mummy!” But all his mother would do was glare and continue with her work.
But after he started middle school, he started to realize that getting full marks all the time wasn't normal-like he thought it was-and parents who didn't even smile at the scores were even worse. So on his second year-Seventh Grade-, he gathered the courage to fail a test. Getting an absolute zero for he didn't touch the paper at all. He had came home after receiving his marks, slamming the front door shut with a bang and storming up to his mother and father-it was a Friday, his father came home on Fridays to discuss stuff with his mother-with the test paper in hand. He slammed the piece of paper on the table hard, in between his two parents. Looking at it for a second and reading the big '0' and a bigger 'F' in read, his parents looked up at him, frowning. “What is wrong with you, Alexander?” his father had hissed before he slapped the face of his nine-year-old son. (Yep, Alec skipped a few years.) ... After a series of punishments, Alec was told never to score anything below a new best record or full marks. He listened.
”I was seventeen when they tried to kill me. They murmured behind my back as they dragged me down the street. They gasped in shock, when the mayor revealed my face. Like Hell, they couldn't believe it was me. They couldn't believe what I did. I didn't bother explaining. I didn't bother crying like all those people before. I didn't heck care. But when they dragged my sister out too... I swore I would kill them... And I did.”
Alec's sister was born five years after he was. Her name was Innacentua, a nice name that meant innocence. Well, she suited her name well, being such a great sister she was. Inna accompanied Alec around whenever their parents couldn't-which, sadly was most of the time-and made him laugh. She was kind, gentle and polite, taking a good liking for 'French-talk' that was supposed to be formal-talk. (You all know who reminded Alec of Inna thousands of years later...) Everyone liked her company, everyone loved her because she was nice. Though her clean and sparkling record didn't help years later...
The word spread like wild fire. A full grown man and an adult lady, found dead on their bed. A kid was the murderer. And his sister helped too.
That day, on his seventeenth birthday, Alec was dragged out of the house with a sack over his head and Inna screaming behind. The police had a firm grip on his biceps and his hands were bound behind his back. The passers-by gasped and followed, trying to guess the kid underneath the mask. “I say it's Lawrence. He was the bully of the school!” a woman had whispered but a negative reply answered, “No. I saw Lawrence and his mother a few seconds ago, they're trying to guess the culprit too!” Guesses and bets were whispered around while everyone flooded into the center of the town square. Thrown onto the stage of wood, Alec stumbled on the levitated wood before being caught and tied onto a tall pillar or similar wood. He wondered what they were about to do to him when the sack was ripped off his head and gasps filled the air. No one had guessed the small genius of the town would have killed his parents. But no one knew his parents either. Turning to his left sharply at a small, high-pitched cry, Alec gasped when he saw Inna being tied onto another pillar next to him. No, please don't hurt her... he begged in his head just as gun shots filled the air. Now you've done it...I'll kill you. I'll kill you all...
”Well, they shot me and Inna for one. 'What happened next'? Very fast-forward, huh, Ruth? But okay, they shot me ten times and Inna five. That killed her but they didn't kill me. They dumped us away like trash and I got captured. Does that- 'By who'? Ha, ha, by Lore Suurin, remember? Yes yes, kid, I'll tell you what happened.”
Five gunshots arose in the air, the piercing through. No more cries. No more screams. Just silence. They killed Inna. They killed Inna in five shots, Alec thought, how many will it take to kill me? Then, three shots of pain exploded in him and he blacked out. Only to awake, lying on a bed with white sheets, blood staining the cloth. Scarlet specks on his skin, eyes darting about and low breaths, Alec tried to sit up but a gloved hand laid itself on his chest and a cool, cold voice told him, “Don't move, Alexander. This will be over quickly, it might not even hurt at all.” With that, a saw came down on him and everything went black. Again.
“Is Inna...dead?” was the first question Alec asked the moment he was set free from the bed and pillows. The tall man with dark hair and a stubby chin who named himself as Lore Suurin, answered, “Who is Inna?” “My sister,” Alec replied. “The one with golden hair and is around here?” the man asked, gesturing at his own hip. Alec nodded. “Yes. She's dead, boy.”
“Do you feel anything? Sadness or whatsoever?” Lore had asked that night during dinner. Alec was eating with them, Lore's family. It was small, consisting Lore, his wife-Mary-and the two twins-Sarah and Lara. “No,” Alec admitted to his own surprise. He hadn't felt anything, when hearing of Inna's death. Stunning, for he himself knew he was supposed to. Or maybe he wasn't.
”One year passed. I was taught by Lore himself how to defend his family and myself. He told me to always be there for him, for his family. I, with no thinking or hesitation, agreed and swore. Then I started wondering how come I could hit a tree with all my strength for hours and not break a sweat. I started wondering why I wasn't growing. Why, I asked Lore. 'Because you're an Android, Alec' he replied. I can't tell you how...emptier I felt.”
Alec was then trained by a very talented Simpcon-Lore Suurin-how to fight and defend himself and his family, spending afternoon and evenings training and training and training yet again. But besides the training, Alec had led a normal life, going to school and attending classes. And that was when things got weird, everyone in class was growing taller and taller, leaving Alec almost the shortest boy in class. And in Track and Field, he could run fifteen miles and not break any sweat. Something was wrong, he knew.
“Lore! Lore Suurin!” he had shouted on the day he was supposed to be nineteen. “Yes?” Lore had answered from the front porch, “Excited about your nineteenth birthday, huh?” “No, I'm not excited at all,” Alec muttered as he reached Lore. “I just wanted to ask, ever since the first day I lived with you until now, Lore, I haven't grown an inch.” “Ha, ha, boy,” Lore said, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, “You're a Droid. You aren't supposed to grow at all.” Alec's heart sank at that.
Every night, Alec would say on the bed, staring at the ceiling, knowing the truth: He was a Sonar Deeta-Droid, meant to destroy, meant to kill and meant to never die. Well, the last part might have sounded great, but that just meant that Alec didn't have a life really worth living. Just a life where he killed and killed. At first he thought that sounded gruesome, horrible and that he didn't want it to be true, but then sooner or later, he was that killer. And he loved it.
”My parents weren't anything you'd call nice. They always treated me like some experiment. Always demanding marks. Scores. Time. Everything you would get after a test. I told them what I got of course. I told them all the many times, full marks, hundred, record timing and all the perfect things. That didn't satisfy them, though.”
Alec had a father, a mother and a sister a long time ago-before he was captured by Lore Suurin. His father and mother, however, weren't really the normal kind of parents, the ones that tucked you in bed and said things like, “I love you” or anything nice at all. When Alec was still in prep-school, he would come home every day, with a bright smile on his face and was about to tell his mother-who was at home everyday-about that day's spelling test. But once he got over the word 'test' his mother would at once demand his score. And he would always answer, with a bright smile, “One hundred, mummy!” But all his mother would do was glare and continue with her work.
But after he started middle school, he started to realize that getting full marks all the time wasn't normal-like he thought it was-and parents who didn't even smile at the scores were even worse. So on his second year-Seventh Grade-, he gathered the courage to fail a test. Getting an absolute zero for he didn't touch the paper at all. He had came home after receiving his marks, slamming the front door shut with a bang and storming up to his mother and father-it was a Friday, his father came home on Fridays to discuss stuff with his mother-with the test paper in hand. He slammed the piece of paper on the table hard, in between his two parents. Looking at it for a second and reading the big '0' and a bigger 'F' in read, his parents looked up at him, frowning. “What is wrong with you, Alexander?” his father had hissed before he slapped the face of his nine-year-old son. (Yep, Alec skipped a few years.) ... After a series of punishments, Alec was told never to score anything below a new best record or full marks. He listened.
”I was seventeen when they tried to kill me. They murmured behind my back as they dragged me down the street. They gasped in shock, when the mayor revealed my face. Like Hell, they couldn't believe it was me. They couldn't believe what I did. I didn't bother explaining. I didn't bother crying like all those people before. I didn't heck care. But when they dragged my sister out too... I swore I would kill them... And I did.”
Alec's sister was born five years after he was. Her name was Innacentua, a nice name that meant innocence. Well, she suited her name well, being such a great sister she was. Inna accompanied Alec around whenever their parents couldn't-which, sadly was most of the time-and made him laugh. She was kind, gentle and polite, taking a good liking for 'French-talk' that was supposed to be formal-talk. (You all know who reminded Alec of Inna thousands of years later...) Everyone liked her company, everyone loved her because she was nice. Though her clean and sparkling record didn't help years later...
The word spread like wild fire. A full grown man and an adult lady, found dead on their bed. A kid was the murderer. And his sister helped too.
That day, on his seventeenth birthday, Alec was dragged out of the house with a sack over his head and Inna screaming behind. The police had a firm grip on his biceps and his hands were bound behind his back. The passers-by gasped and followed, trying to guess the kid underneath the mask. “I say it's Lawrence. He was the bully of the school!” a woman had whispered but a negative reply answered, “No. I saw Lawrence and his mother a few seconds ago, they're trying to guess the culprit too!” Guesses and bets were whispered around while everyone flooded into the center of the town square. Thrown onto the stage of wood, Alec stumbled on the levitated wood before being caught and tied onto a tall pillar or similar wood. He wondered what they were about to do to him when the sack was ripped off his head and gasps filled the air. No one had guessed the small genius of the town would have killed his parents. But no one knew his parents either. Turning to his left sharply at a small, high-pitched cry, Alec gasped when he saw Inna being tied onto another pillar next to him. No, please don't hurt her... he begged in his head just as gun shots filled the air. Now you've done it...I'll kill you. I'll kill you all...
”Well, they shot me and Inna for one. 'What happened next'? Very fast-forward, huh, Ruth? But okay, they shot me ten times and Inna five. That killed her but they didn't kill me. They dumped us away like trash and I got captured. Does that- 'By who'? Ha, ha, by Lore Suurin, remember? Yes yes, kid, I'll tell you what happened.”
Five gunshots arose in the air, the piercing through. No more cries. No more screams. Just silence. They killed Inna. They killed Inna in five shots, Alec thought, how many will it take to kill me? Then, three shots of pain exploded in him and he blacked out. Only to awake, lying on a bed with white sheets, blood staining the cloth. Scarlet specks on his skin, eyes darting about and low breaths, Alec tried to sit up but a gloved hand laid itself on his chest and a cool, cold voice told him, “Don't move, Alexander. This will be over quickly, it might not even hurt at all.” With that, a saw came down on him and everything went black. Again.
“Is Inna...dead?” was the first question Alec asked the moment he was set free from the bed and pillows. The tall man with dark hair and a stubby chin who named himself as Lore Suurin, answered, “Who is Inna?” “My sister,” Alec replied. “The one with golden hair and is around here?” the man asked, gesturing at his own hip. Alec nodded. “Yes. She's dead, boy.”
“Do you feel anything? Sadness or whatsoever?” Lore had asked that night during dinner. Alec was eating with them, Lore's family. It was small, consisting Lore, his wife-Mary-and the two twins-Sarah and Lara. “No,” Alec admitted to his own surprise. He hadn't felt anything, when hearing of Inna's death. Stunning, for he himself knew he was supposed to. Or maybe he wasn't.
”One year passed. I was taught by Lore himself how to defend his family and myself. He told me to always be there for him, for his family. I, with no thinking or hesitation, agreed and swore. Then I started wondering how come I could hit a tree with all my strength for hours and not break a sweat. I started wondering why I wasn't growing. Why, I asked Lore. 'Because you're an Android, Alec' he replied. I can't tell you how...emptier I felt.”
Alec was then trained by a very talented Simpcon-Lore Suurin-how to fight and defend himself and his family, spending afternoon and evenings training and training and training yet again. But besides the training, Alec had led a normal life, going to school and attending classes. And that was when things got weird, everyone in class was growing taller and taller, leaving Alec almost the shortest boy in class. And in Track and Field, he could run fifteen miles and not break any sweat. Something was wrong, he knew.
“Lore! Lore Suurin!” he had shouted on the day he was supposed to be nineteen. “Yes?” Lore had answered from the front porch, “Excited about your nineteenth birthday, huh?” “No, I'm not excited at all,” Alec muttered as he reached Lore. “I just wanted to ask, ever since the first day I lived with you until now, Lore, I haven't grown an inch.” “Ha, ha, boy,” Lore said, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, “You're a Droid. You aren't supposed to grow at all.” Alec's heart sank at that.
Every night, Alec would say on the bed, staring at the ceiling, knowing the truth: He was a Sonar Deeta-Droid, meant to destroy, meant to kill and meant to never die. Well, the last part might have sounded great, but that just meant that Alec didn't have a life really worth living. Just a life where he killed and killed. At first he thought that sounded gruesome, horrible and that he didn't want it to be true, but then sooner or later, he was that killer. And he loved it.
”He died sooner or later. A human man does die. But I lived on. I snuck away, came here. I was one of the Simpcon's first recruits, five thousand years ago. I trained among them, became one of their best and they helped me too, upgrading me as years passed. Then they told me to train apprentices. You were my first. Then you were done. Then Shi came in, you helped her out a bit, remember?
Soon, after ten years past ever since he quit school-which was on the same day he knew he was an Android-Lore Suurin and his family died from a accident, the house catching fire. Alec tried to save them, but Lore and his wife died from the flames and the twins died from the house collapsing onto them. So Alec decided that since Lore was one of the Simpcons, he should be one too, to make up for the loss of Lore. So he was trained by Gectich Roo, who was slightly a lunatic, how the Simpcons did stuff-training Alec to assassinate and enforce the Simpcon law, making him slightly like a judge or lawyer at times. And after two months, Alec was on his own, advancing on to be a solo Simpcon. He did his jobs well, slaughtering who he was supposed to kill in seconds and winning cases over Freelancers for the Simpcons, he was one of the best Simpcons ever existent. Then, three thousand years later,
There were two slight knocks on the office door. “Yes?” Alec called, “Who is this?” “Lara,” his secretory said as she opened the door to peek her head through. “What now, Lara?” Alec asked. “Well, in case you forgot, Nexus, my reason is on the top of your table,” Lara snapped, angry about Alec's untidiness while he just shrugged, “besides, I thought I gave you that file personally.” “You gave me all these files personally, Lara,” Alec reminded her as he gestured to the stacks and stacks of opened or closed files piling over his table, some even fell to the carpeted floor for a dramatic effect. “I also reminded you of today's meeting,” Lara continued, this time stepping in and murmuring something to someone outside Alec didn't bother to try hearing. “Hmm. You come to my office every morning to remind me of every meeting that day which, always get postponed or canceled,” Alec muttered, getting onto his laptop again. “Whatever Nexus,” Lara snapped, “I've come to introduce you to your new and first ever apprentice.”
“What's your name, boy?” “Ruth Seneca.” “Can you tell me what my name is?” “Alexander Revan Nexus.” “Can you tell me what you're standing on now without looking?” “It is a file, I noticed you have files as your carpets.” “Good, boy. You're in.”
“Ruth. Hit harder. Harder. Harder! Oh God, try again. You never seem to get this right. How is it that you are so gentle? You're a Bleeder for God's sake. Do you know what Bleeders do?” Alec yelled from the benches as he watched Ruth kick the punching bags. “They kill,” Ruth answered calmly, no gasps or pants for breath. “Exactly. You can't kill with those punches,” Alec said, munching on his sandwich. Sighing, Ruth flexed his fingers of his left hand and drew it back. After a second, the bag was flying, along with its chain, across the room and to land into the wall with a thud as the fathers and sponges tumbled out of a gaping hole.
The door flew open another thousands of years later. A dark-haired Bleeder stepped in. “Yes, Ruth? You left my hands a thousand years ago,” Alec said, still bent over his laptop and papers. “I agree to that,” Ruth said, standing at the entrance, awaiting proper welcome. “Then why are you here? You're a busy boy, Ruth. I don't suppose this is a chat?” Alec continued, still scribbling and typing. Ruth smiled pleasantly, “I am here to introduce to you Shi.”
“Uh-huh, and I don't think you're taking any liking for Ruth, huh?” Alec raised his head with a smirk as he looked into Shi's emotionless eyes. She was trained well. She was also one of the best, alongside Ruth. She was there for a chat, in the balcony of Alec's office. Sipping down some Chinese tea, Shi had shook her head slightly. Of course, Shi took no notice of his other apprentice, even if Ruth did train Shi when Alec was away killing some Freelancer leader.
They said a great student comes with a great teacher.
”If you haven't noticed, you two are not dicks or pains in the ass. You two are stupid freaking bastards who have no heck of an idea what friendship is. You tell me now, the both of you. Why in the- Yes? Darn, what does he want now? Me? Are you kidding? Tell him to wait. He can't? What does he want me to do? A 'secret'. Good, bloody- No there's no blood here, Ruth. Hell, if he can't wait then I'll leave you two at that.”
“I care for Ruth like my little brother. And now, I'm starting to treat you like one too, Leo,” Alec had told Leo over tea in the same balcony a year later. He was close to Ruth and was close to Leo too. So when he heard of them starting to break apart, he got kind of angry at the both of them like a mad mother trying to stop her kids from fighting among one another. But when he was about to settle them, he was called upon the head Simpcons on a 'secret' mission. And nobody really saw him afterwards.
Skills:
Battle Tactics
Alec is usually hand-to-hand, face-to-face with combat. But he can use a gun or throw a few sharp things about screaming “Take this, sucka!” if need be. He is very skilled in battling and can defeat and kill many Simpcons and Freelancers alike with ease.
Survival
Alec doesn't really need to eat because he's a robot but he will if needed a show.
Weapon of Choice: Alec is handy with everything. Though he does have his signature weapon: Unixaa. Unixaa (/Uni-sar/)is a long staff with a sharp crystal tip that is used to attack opponents and threats.
Appearance:
Unixaa is a slim and long dark purple staff with a sharp turquoise piece of diamond on the top. The tip of the diamond is sharp, able to pierce through anything with the right force-which, Alec can easily give. The butt of Unixaa is blunt, like a fist, so Alec is able to hit opponents that are a distance away with Unixaa. The slim and piercing shape of Unixaa also allows her to be flung though the air like a spear or arrow.
Relationship status: Single
Vehicle or Transportation: He doesn't really have any definite transportation, he steals random transports here and there or hitches a ride every once in a while.
Other:
Soon, after ten years past ever since he quit school-which was on the same day he knew he was an Android-Lore Suurin and his family died from a accident, the house catching fire. Alec tried to save them, but Lore and his wife died from the flames and the twins died from the house collapsing onto them. So Alec decided that since Lore was one of the Simpcons, he should be one too, to make up for the loss of Lore. So he was trained by Gectich Roo, who was slightly a lunatic, how the Simpcons did stuff-training Alec to assassinate and enforce the Simpcon law, making him slightly like a judge or lawyer at times. And after two months, Alec was on his own, advancing on to be a solo Simpcon. He did his jobs well, slaughtering who he was supposed to kill in seconds and winning cases over Freelancers for the Simpcons, he was one of the best Simpcons ever existent. Then, three thousand years later,
There were two slight knocks on the office door. “Yes?” Alec called, “Who is this?” “Lara,” his secretory said as she opened the door to peek her head through. “What now, Lara?” Alec asked. “Well, in case you forgot, Nexus, my reason is on the top of your table,” Lara snapped, angry about Alec's untidiness while he just shrugged, “besides, I thought I gave you that file personally.” “You gave me all these files personally, Lara,” Alec reminded her as he gestured to the stacks and stacks of opened or closed files piling over his table, some even fell to the carpeted floor for a dramatic effect. “I also reminded you of today's meeting,” Lara continued, this time stepping in and murmuring something to someone outside Alec didn't bother to try hearing. “Hmm. You come to my office every morning to remind me of every meeting that day which, always get postponed or canceled,” Alec muttered, getting onto his laptop again. “Whatever Nexus,” Lara snapped, “I've come to introduce you to your new and first ever apprentice.”
“What's your name, boy?” “Ruth Seneca.” “Can you tell me what my name is?” “Alexander Revan Nexus.” “Can you tell me what you're standing on now without looking?” “It is a file, I noticed you have files as your carpets.” “Good, boy. You're in.”
“Ruth. Hit harder. Harder. Harder! Oh God, try again. You never seem to get this right. How is it that you are so gentle? You're a Bleeder for God's sake. Do you know what Bleeders do?” Alec yelled from the benches as he watched Ruth kick the punching bags. “They kill,” Ruth answered calmly, no gasps or pants for breath. “Exactly. You can't kill with those punches,” Alec said, munching on his sandwich. Sighing, Ruth flexed his fingers of his left hand and drew it back. After a second, the bag was flying, along with its chain, across the room and to land into the wall with a thud as the fathers and sponges tumbled out of a gaping hole.
The door flew open another thousands of years later. A dark-haired Bleeder stepped in. “Yes, Ruth? You left my hands a thousand years ago,” Alec said, still bent over his laptop and papers. “I agree to that,” Ruth said, standing at the entrance, awaiting proper welcome. “Then why are you here? You're a busy boy, Ruth. I don't suppose this is a chat?” Alec continued, still scribbling and typing. Ruth smiled pleasantly, “I am here to introduce to you Shi.”
“Uh-huh, and I don't think you're taking any liking for Ruth, huh?” Alec raised his head with a smirk as he looked into Shi's emotionless eyes. She was trained well. She was also one of the best, alongside Ruth. She was there for a chat, in the balcony of Alec's office. Sipping down some Chinese tea, Shi had shook her head slightly. Of course, Shi took no notice of his other apprentice, even if Ruth did train Shi when Alec was away killing some Freelancer leader.
They said a great student comes with a great teacher.
”If you haven't noticed, you two are not dicks or pains in the ass. You two are stupid freaking bastards who have no heck of an idea what friendship is. You tell me now, the both of you. Why in the- Yes? Darn, what does he want now? Me? Are you kidding? Tell him to wait. He can't? What does he want me to do? A 'secret'. Good, bloody- No there's no blood here, Ruth. Hell, if he can't wait then I'll leave you two at that.”
“I care for Ruth like my little brother. And now, I'm starting to treat you like one too, Leo,” Alec had told Leo over tea in the same balcony a year later. He was close to Ruth and was close to Leo too. So when he heard of them starting to break apart, he got kind of angry at the both of them like a mad mother trying to stop her kids from fighting among one another. But when he was about to settle them, he was called upon the head Simpcons on a 'secret' mission. And nobody really saw him afterwards.
Skills:
Battle Tactics
Alec is usually hand-to-hand, face-to-face with combat. But he can use a gun or throw a few sharp things about screaming “Take this, sucka!” if need be. He is very skilled in battling and can defeat and kill many Simpcons and Freelancers alike with ease.
Survival
Alec doesn't really need to eat because he's a robot but he will if needed a show.
Weapon of Choice: Alec is handy with everything. Though he does have his signature weapon: Unixaa. Unixaa (/Uni-sar/)is a long staff with a sharp crystal tip that is used to attack opponents and threats.
Appearance:
Unixaa is a slim and long dark purple staff with a sharp turquoise piece of diamond on the top. The tip of the diamond is sharp, able to pierce through anything with the right force-which, Alec can easily give. The butt of Unixaa is blunt, like a fist, so Alec is able to hit opponents that are a distance away with Unixaa. The slim and piercing shape of Unixaa also allows her to be flung though the air like a spear or arrow.
Relationship status: Single
Vehicle or Transportation: He doesn't really have any definite transportation, he steals random transports here and there or hitches a ride every once in a while.
Other:
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Name: Renn SeriKnown Alias(es): Vlad, Quicksilver(Given after catching a bullet.)
Side (Simpcon, Freelancer, Nobody): Nobody, takes on jobs for either side. ((NOW SIMPCON))
Appearance (pics are good, no anime):
Height: 6'5
Age: 221
Species (Bleeder, Howler, etc.): Bleeder
Other (Personality, traits, etc.): Actually a nice guy, polite, patient, and understanding. Trained in multiple lost fighting styles.
Do you want me to wait for your RP to finish, or jump in?
Drax wrote: "Name: Renn Seri
Known Alias(es): Vlad, Quicksilver(Given after catching a bullet.)
Side (Simpcon, Freelancer, Nobody): Nobody, takes on jobs for either side.
Appearance (pics are good, no anime)..."
Woah, that's the same picture I used for Ruth in the spoiler...
Known Alias(es): Vlad, Quicksilver(Given after catching a bullet.)
Side (Simpcon, Freelancer, Nobody): Nobody, takes on jobs for either side.
Appearance (pics are good, no anime)..."
Woah, that's the same picture I used for Ruth in the spoiler...
Nah, I'll change it. Though that just means they look a lot alike. And even more alike that they are nearly the same height, both Bleeders, kind, gentle, trained and killed tons of people.
Known Alias(es): Kuro Neko(黒猫- the Black Cat) and Deathbringer.
Gender: Female
Side: Simpcon
Appearance:
Eyes: Cold, black,dead and apathetic
Weight: 120 1b
Height: 5'6
Species: Pro..."
If no one has taken the boss yet, maybe I would. <3