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Part One of Three

"How do you love someone, when you know you're the worst thing for them? Everyone says if you love someone, you do the best by them... so how do I love her, knowing I'm the worst?"



Basic Details

Full Name: Devon Paxton Beckett
Name Meanings:
↳ Devon, American, meaning "Poet"
↳ Paxton, American, meaning "Trader"; Pax, American, meaning "Peace"
↳ Beckett, derived from Beck, American, meaning "Stream, Brooke"
Nicknames: Dev, Pax, Beck. Usually goes by Dev or just Devon. Some call him Devil, though he's anything but. And some, who have never met him but know of his deeds, call him, "The Golden Heart of Yukon."

Age: 17
Date of Birth: November 13th.
Place of Birth: Unknown, somewhere in Illea.



Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
Relationship Status: Single.



Caste: Born an eight, bumped up to a 2 when he got in as a guard for the royal family.
Occupation: Guard.
Face Claim: Devon Bostick.

Appearance:


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Written Description: Devon is handsome in his own quirky way. He's tall at 6 foot, long legged, a skinny body but fit, athletic from his Guard training. He has tan skin, with a lean face. A very pointed nose with an odd end, probably what people notice most is his unique nose. It's just a bad nose, just unique. Specifically when he smiles and his cheeks pull up. He has a little beauty mark by his left eyebrow, another distinctive mark. His hair is dark brown, almost black in certain lights, and always messy. He can look very different depending on his hair, whether it's styled cutely or mischievously, it changes his entire look. His eyes are equally dark, as well. In fact, his entire appearance is towards the darker side, though he's anything but.

Dress Style: He's casual and stylish. Jeans, boots, a shirt. He likes to wear something on his head, a hat, goggles, guard's helmet, head band. He didn't used to have the money to dress the way he liked, so now he accessorizes when he can. Plus he hopes girls find it charming when he tips his hat to them.



Personality: Devon is hard to explain, because his personality is conflicting and depends on the situation and current emotions. Because of his history, he's very mature and serious most of the time, but you have to remember that he barely had a childhood, he never had a chance to just be a kid. There are times when he is childish and cute and funny, like a little kid. Although, you have to be a special person to get him to relax around you. Devon, due to mental trauma, can be rather skittish and difficult with certain subjects. Almost like he's mentally scarred, and he probably is. It isn't uncommon for him to wake up from nightmares, drenched in sweat, screaming "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Or something along those lines. During his time as a slave, he had kept strong and silent, but memories can be rather haunting. Devon does have a good heart, though. He's caring, considerate, thoughtful, kind, generous, and gentle. He's loyal to those he believes to be good, and protective of those he loves. But he's hard on himself, usually blaming himself when things go wrong, or convincing himself that he's the problem. He doesn't see the goodness in himself, he only sees the horrible things he's gone through, and his hope that no one he loves ever goes through something similar. He tends to be formal when he's nervous, and stick to what he knows. Although he used to steal, he only did so to survive and hasn't stolen a thing since becoming a guard. He also used to do some unsavory things, such as drugs, but has since kicked it and started a clean, pure life, striving only for good. Some might not look past his clumsy, goofy charm or his formal, strong attitude, but if they did they would see the broken boy who had no childhood and grew up too soon. He's healing, over time, but he still has some serious psychological damage. It'll take time, and he might never be who he was. Maybe he never was pure and unharmed, maybe he was born damaged. But he's trying.



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Likes:
↳ Cute girls.
↳ Working towards Justice and against Crime.
↳ Hot food (he never had much to eat as a child, still getting used to having food available to him.)
↳ Music.
↳ Good Memories.

Dislikes:
↳ Bad Memories.
↳ Nightmares.
↳ Criminals.
↳ Seeing People Being Taken Advantage Of.
↳ Triggers to Bad Memories. (such as being touched in certain places, loud doors opening, the sound of footsteps on stairs approaching him, and people who talk or look like people he's killed or been tormented by)

Hobbies and Interests:
↳ Scrapbooking.
↳ Collecting Things That Mean Something to Him.
↳ His Job.
↳ Reading and Learning.
↳ Cloud Watching.

Strengths:
↳ His Determination to Fight Evil and Protect the Good.
↳ His Gentle, Good Heart.
↳ His Selflessness.
↳ His Thoughtfulness.
↳ His Hardworking Perseverance.

Weaknesses:
↳ His Self-Doubt.
↳ His Shy, Quiet Attitude Sometimes.
↳ Extremely Clumsy When Nervous.
↳ Tries to Protect Others but Sometimes Doesn't Go About It The Right Way.
↳ His Fears.

History: See Part Two.

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Only his mother, Linda Beckett, who passed away. Before she past away, Devon and her were very close. He took care of her, despite her schizophrenia, and he always made sure she was fed and taken care of, above himself. She was everything to him until she died of suicide. FC: Linda Perry.



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Oтнєя:

Favorite Colors: Brown, White, Green, Blue.
Favorite Flower: He likes Dandelions. His favorite thing used to be to blow them into the wind.
Favorite Foods: Anything edible. He never had the option to be picky.
Favorite Constellation: Canis Major, the Great Dog.
Birthstone: Citrine
Birth Sign: Zodiac
Birth Element: Water
Fears:
↳ Hurting Those He Loves.
↳ Being Exploited.
↳ Going to Fight in a War.
Flaws: He thinks very lowly of himself. The things he's done, he's certain he is tainted and that he doesn't deserve anything. Once he gets past that he is loveable and great, but it takes him some time to get past his past. He also is extremely clumsy and shy, and gets easily flustered.
Theme Song: The Reason by Hoobastank.

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Part Two of Three

History: Devon's history is not one for the faint of heart. He was born to an Eight, a rare occurrence. His mother was the daughter of a wealthy family of threes, actually. She had been beautiful, intelligent, but always strange. Finally, around the age of thirty, she was diagnosed with Schizophrenia. She started getting worse, having mood swings. One day she'd be fine, and the next she'd be blaming the world, yelling in public about how the castes were, how unfair things were. She was going to do something worse than yelling one day, and she was going to get worse than a warning. Her parents were older and couldn't handle their daughter's deterioration, so they filed the paperwork to make her an eight, cutting all ties with them. However, at the time, she was pregnant. She had a couple of lousy, good for nothing men in her life, and one had knocked her up shortly before she had became an eight. A schizophrenic woman with no living, it was tough. Nine months she starved, barely surviving by panhandling. She finally had her son, whom she named Devon Paxton Beckett. Devon, though not premature, was a small baby, probably due to the lack of food during his mother's pregnancy. He was a weak baby, one that cried nonstop. But he was a fighter, and while his mother didn't have much, she made sure he was fed enough to survive. He grew up on the streets, a scrawny child. Fighting for survival, never enough to eat, never any money, in tattered clothes. Living as an eight was near impossible for children. They were dirty, hungry souls with sunken in eyes, seen in the slums of cities, looked down upon by other castes, even Sevens who were almost as low as eights. They got pushed into mud and beaten by bored guards and sneered at until they felt like thorns in people's shoes. It was a difficult existence, but like anyone in that situation, he adapted. It made him stronger, though it also led to his playful, young personality, because his childhood was filled with so much pain and he never had a chance to be just a child.

Even with is difficult childhood, Devon grew to be a sweet child. He loved his mother, he loved the neighborhood kids he grew up with. He never understood why people would look at him with disgust, like he was a rat in a street of mice. Or why when he went to the market, the venders would shoo him away from their stands. Or why parents would pull their kids away from him and warn them not to play with him. It made him sad, and often lonely, but he had his mother, even if she was a little strange. His mother was his world. He took care of her from a very young age, and had to mature quickly because of it. As he got older, her health got worse, and their living conditions didn't help.

They moved around a lot, despite his mother's frail health, living in provinces for months at a time before moving on. His mother couldn't work, being an eight, so from a young age Devon had to learn to steal so he could get medicine for his mother and food for the both of them. Or at least the money to get it. He became quite talented as a pickpocket, able to slip just about anything out of someone's pocket. This existence worked for him. Wake up, search for food if there was any, pickpocket or panhandle, use profits to feed mother and help her take her medicine. But she didn't like her medicine, claimed it made her sick, and often his efforts were wasted as she would have a fit and smack the medicine out of his hand, yelling at him to just let her die. But he'd just go out to get more medicine again. He didn't like breaking the law, and he didn't like risking being punished, but it was a way to survive. When he was nine, he was growing into a good boy. Kind, good natured, tall for his age, wise beyond his years. He was a good fighter, despite being scrawny, underfed, and frail. He was small and quick, with good reflexes, so that gave him an advantage. It was around that time that he was living in Yukon, in a small city. And like always, there was corruption wherever he went, the injustices of the system clear to his young eyes.

It was there that he developed a crush on sixteen year old Jennifer Floros. She was strong and pretty and he liked her, though he didn't know her well. Plus, one time she slipped fifty bucks into his tin can panhandling dish, which was pretty substantial for him. He developed a devotion to her from afar, like a puppy dog. Well, there's a whole story but something happened to her family and her, and she got put in jail. Well, he couldn't let that happen! So, he put his skills to good use. Armed with nothing but a knife and some lock picks, he staged a break in to the jail. Unfortunately on the way he was spotted, and a guard tried to grab him. Before he knew what he was doing, he'd dodged the guard and swung the knife, slicing into his neck and killing him instantly, his first kill. The blood was what startled him most, and how warm it was, how much of it came from the neck. Even though what he had done horrified him, the boy who had never even considered taking another life, he kept moving. This was for a good cause, he thought. Jennifer didn't deserve to be imprisoned. He was doing the right thing... right? He had no idea she'd turn into a killer herself, or that, unlike him, her damage would take a darker side and create a worse version of the Jenny he knew. He thought he was saving her, but he was bringing her chaos to the world.

Things didn’t improve for poor, innocent Devon. He had felt that he had done the right thing, yet the kills he had made wracked him with guilt. As he grew up, he got a conflicting nature, torn between right and wrong. At times he felt like he was going crazy, like his mom. He began self-destructing, nightmares tormenting him, eating less and starving more, even though once he got older he had been able to secure more food. He cut his wrists, began drinking, though he never did drugs like his mom often did. And then he came home one night, after having been at the bar pickpocketing and gambling to get money. At this point his mom and him had moved into a small apartment, due to his ways of getting money on the streets. It was here he called out for his mom, walking in like nothing was wrong, throwing his bag on the chair, wandering towards the bedroom and talking about his luck that day, thinking she could hear. He didn’t realize anything was wrong, until he saw the slightly ajar bathroom door. His mother never kept that open, believing open doors let unwelcome devils into the house, so every door in the apartment was always firmly shut. Unease hitting the then 14 year old, he pushed open the door, stepping in. In the tub was his mom’s body, the water bloody from her sliced open wrists, her skin already deathly pale. He didn’t even check, he knew she was dead the moment he saw her. His world revolved around her, and she was dead. For some reason, he didn’t freak out, he just sat down, slid down the wall by the sink and stared at the wall. It took weeks for him to be himself again, and even then, he was somewhat more broken. After that, he changed. He was less conflicted about right and wrong, he knew in his heart what was right. So he became a vigilante .

Known to Yukon as the ‘Golden Heart of Yukon’, he worked in secrecy, but crime significantly decreased because of him. Some called him a murderer, but he only killed really bad guys, other murderers and rapists. And because of his experience on the streets, he easily avoided arrest. Many were impressed, while many others despised him. It caught attention, even if Devon didn’t want that. His last job had been stopping an underground sex slavery ring, the biggest in all of Illea, located in the Yukon mountains. It was huge, and if Devon pulled it off, killing and capturing the slavers and freeing the slaves to go get the Illean Guards, he would be a hero. He already was a hero, but that was major. Unfortunately, he was tricked, and ended up caught instead. The young boy was turned into a sex slave, captured and sold to a couple who liked the look of him. He was never raped but he was touched, ridiculed, tortured. To this day, being intimately touched makes him nervous and almost fearful, and he has scars along his back, shoulders, and chest. Burn marks from cigarettes, whip marks, knife marks. Devon had gone from the worst time in his life, to clawing his way up to being a hero, to being in another worst time in his life. He was caught for over a year, kept in a small, dirty room, threatened and humiliated. He felt worthless, spoiled, someone that no one would ever willingly associate themselves with. The way he grew up, he had already struggled and lost his childhood, maturing at a young age. But this was… horrific, even to him. Finally, about a year and a half after being captured, he lost it. He couldn’t stay there anymore, he strived to live purely and positively and rid all bad influences from his life. But that required more murder.

Devon got loose after finally ‘giving in’ and claiming he’d had enough, that the man and his wife who held him captured could have sex with him. (Because they had held back, wanting to 'break him' and 'have him want it'). They came close, too, lots of touching done while he was tied up. But when he convinced them to let him touch them, it was all over. When they freed him, he struck. Two dead criminals. He stole clothes from their closet, took a shower, ate food from their kitchen, found some weapons, and left. Some may have just given up and run away, but Devon had a job to finish. After experiencing slavery himself, he couldn’t imagine leaving anyone else to that fate. So, he got some more weapons on the black market and went back for the slave ring. And this time he didn’t fail. Three hundred slavers in that ring, murdered. Two hundred more grievously injured and tied up, later recovered by tipped off guards. And over four thousand slaves released from horrible conditions. After getting information on the sales of other slaves, he took three months to track each and every one down, not killing the buyers but handing them to the police, releasing the slaves. In all, over five thousand slaves owe their freedom to Devon Paxton Beckett. Only now did he reveal himself as the vigilante, but he was rewarded. He got full honors, rewarded handsomely, though most of the money he got was donated to charity. The best part was meeting the slaves he’d rescued, hearing their tearful stories and thanks, and receiving hugs filled with gratitude. The king himself rewarded Devon as a hero, and offered him a spot as an Illean Palace Guard. Spending a couple months healing from his own grievances, complete with counseling, and going to the Illean Military Academy was the only rest Devon got. He was done murdering, other than in battle in his new job, of course. He turned into a quiet, shy, sweet boy with lots of nervous problems. An excellent fighter, he graduated top of his class from the academy, though that wasn’t a surprise.

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Part Three of Three

History, Continued: Devon, despite still going through counseling, was a better man. He still liked to be carefree when he could, as he never really had a childhood. Much of his daily doses of pleasure come from simple things, like flowers and sunlight and good food. He’s become modest, humbled by the terrible things in his life. Even his bedroom at the palace, which used to be a broom cupboard, is the simplest bedroom you’ll find. He still has scars, emotional trauma, and a lot of quirks. But he’s good, at heart. He just hopes to be forgiven for all the lives, good or bad, he’s taken in his life. And sometimes, you can hear whispers after criminals related to sex crimes are taken down, that the 'Golden Heart of Yukon' was behind their defeat.

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Part One of One

"Why don't people do what they want? I certainly do. If I saw someone and thought 'Well I'd love to kiss her', I'll go do it. I'm sure she'd thank me for it, I'm a good kisser. See my point? Carpe Diem, baby."



Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Kristen
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Dana
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Harper
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Kris.

Agє: 20
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: April 6th.
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: She isn't actually sure, she's moved a lot in her life.

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Homosexual.
Ƈяυѕн: None.
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single.

Ƈαѕтє: Six, though for a while she was in eight as a runaway before she came to the palace.
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Illean.
Occυραтιση: Guard.

Face Claim: Kristanna Loken

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Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Kristen has model beauty. She's 5'9, perfectly fit, slender, lightly muscled. She has tan skin, almost completely unblemished. She has C-cup breasts, size 10 feet. Her hair, long and often curly, is a blonde. But more of a sun-kissed blonde than plain blonde. She has beautiful jade green eyes. She doesn't focus too much on her appearance, but she knows she's beautiful and she works it.
Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: She wears her guard uniform, mostly, but she can rock a pair of jeans and a tank top with heels. She also looks great in lingerie, but that's something not many people know. She knows how beautiful she is, so when she can get away with it she'll wear slutty clothes, just because she can.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Kristen is very tomboyish. She's been raised to believe that a girl can do anything a guy can do, and she lives by that. She's daring, brave, intelligent, and independent. She's not stubborn at all unless she's truly passionate about something, otherwise she's calm, very passive-aggressive. Kris is patient, caring, and nurturing. However, she can come off a little crude because she's a very sexual woman and passionate. She speaks her mind, unafraid of what people think of her. Kris is also a very jealous person when it comes to relationships. Her easy nature and great self-discipline helps her stay back, but it tears her up to watch someone she loves with another person, and it actually makes her self-destructive. Like say she saw someone she loved with someone else, she'd go out and have sex with someone she doesn't love, or get drunk, or do drugs and get high, just to keep her mind off the person she actually loves. Kris is also very rough around the edges, she doesn't mind getting dirty, and she'll rough house with any guy who claims that because she's a girl, she's not good enough. But she's also very vivacious and loves the fun side of life. It takes her some time to be serious about things, but she'll come around and be serious if the stakes are high enough. All in all, Kris has a very soft, flirty, girly side but she's strong too, and she shows it in the way she interacts with other people.



Lιкєѕ: Cute girls, hot girls, sexy girls, girls who fight rough, roleplaying (in bed), ice cream on hot days, Selections, fighting, training, killing rebels, Secrets, Thrills, Taking Risks.
ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: Break Ups, Cheaters, Nightmares, Serious Discussions, Rebels.
Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Sledding, Skating, Training, Sparring, Sex, Kissing, Cuddling, Jogging, Fighting, being in Battle, Drinking, Sex, Hanging out with her Friends or Brothers, Sword Fighting, Gymnastics, Wood Carving, Dangerous Stunts, oh and did I mention Sex?
Sтяєηgтнѕ: Her courage, her strategic mind for battle, and the fact she'll never give up on something or someone she has passion for.
Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: Her self-destructive tendencies, her hot headed jealousy, her speaking her mind with no thought of consequence.

Hιѕтσяу: Kris led a simple life. Her parents had worked for the royal family before, her mother a maid, her father a guard. They'd had a simple romance before they married, and then came Kristen's brothers. Four of them. Dylan, Derrick, Danny, and Donny. Talk about being out numbered. Kris's mother died when she was four, from an illness they couldn't afford the cure to. So she grew up in a household of all boys. She saw the disgusting parts of them, the rough parts of them, everything. She never had many girls to hang out with, but after a while she didn't mind. Kris had always been a rough, outgoing child anyway. She loved horse riding, sword fighting, any activity with her brothers. She was a wild child once she got older. Drinking, having sex with strange girls and even guys (before she found out she preferred the finer sex), staying out late. She was a little bit of a party girl, despite having no money to do so. She wasn't always a lesbian, surprisingly. Kris is one of those people who knows who she is, she knows it so well, but in love she didn't. She hadn't discovered herself in that aspect, yet. So she dated a couple of guys. I mean, her brothers all got girlfriends eventually, and her three eldest brothers got married. But she found that guys were... well, boring. She just didn't like them, she never had deep feelings for any guy she ever dated. It wasn't until a pregnancy scare, that turned out negative, that she stopped dating men. A friend of hers, who was a lesbian, asked her out, and she discovered how dating is supposed to feel like. She worked small jobs, had a couple girlfriends within a couple years. All her girlfriends were... strange. Girls that most called oddities. Dyed hair, piercings, tattoos, slutty clothing, weird hobbies. They were all girls she cared about, however, and she was with some of them for quite a while. She got into military work fairly young, enlisting in the Illean Navy and quickly rising through the ranks. After four years, her term ended with no major injuries, but she hadn't enlisted again too fast, wanting to spend a year homebound. However, she finally got her ideal job as a guard at the palace. Leaving home, now is her first year at the palace. And during the selection, too. Lots of responsibility. She's currently between girlfriends. She also mails letters to her brothers constantly, they're really close, though her father died a while back in a plane crash.



ƑαмιƖу: Plenty, she comes from a big family. Her parents are dead but she has four big brothers. Dylan, Derrick, Danny, and Donnie. All D names, and all of them have K middle names, so they all share the initials D.K.H. She was meant to be named Dana but they messed up her birth certificate so her first name became what should have been her middle name, Kristen, and her middle name became Dana, giving her the initials K.D.H. She also has some nieces and nephews, but they're all young yet and she hasn't seen much of them.
Ƒяιєηɗѕ: None yet, open.
Ɛηємιєѕ: None, open.

Oтнєя:

Favorite Colors: Gray, Brown, and Lavender.
Favorite Flower: Calla Lilies.
Favorite Foods: Cake. Specifically wedding cake. She eats like there's no tomorrow, and never gains any weight. Every girl in existence knows a girl like that, and is jealous.
Favorite Constellation: Not specifically a constellation, but her favorite star is Bellatrix, one of Orion's brightest stars. Bellatrix means female warrior. Kris always claimed if she ever had kids (Quote from her "Pfft, like that would ever happen"), she'd name her first daughter Bellatrix. Trix for short, or Bella. She's always liked the name Bella or Belle, but she isn't sure she'd want to name her daughter that, so she compromised with Bellatrix. Deep down, Kris does want kids someday but she's a lesbian and she can't be pregnant and not be married, or she'd be killed. Plus, she'd never marry a man just to have kids, she'd rather die first.
Birthstone: Diamond (Also her favorite jewel for Jewelry, with her second favorite being rubies)
Birth Sign: Aries
Birth Element: Fire
Fears: Losing someone she loves (both by death and by them being with someone else), Burning alive, being Executed, being whipped and sent to live as an Eight.
Flaws: Her biggest flaw is her self destructive tendencies.
Theme Song: I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry (I know this is a stereotypical lesbian song but it fits her so.)

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Part One of Two

"Sometimes I wonder what the point is. Just... to anything. And then I look at you."



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Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Ryan
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Lucas
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Kavanaugh
Name Meanings:
↳ Ryan, American, meaning "Little King", Ryan, Irish, meaning "Kingly"
↳ Lucas, American, meaning "Light"
↳ Kavanaugh, Irish, Derived from the Irish Gaelic name Caomhánach, which means "a student of Caomhan".
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Ry, Luke, Kava. Mostly just goes by Ryan or whatever ridiculous thing people call him.

Agє: 22
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: November 18th
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Born and raised in Angeles, Illea.



SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual
Ƈяυѕн: No one, so far.
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single.



Ƈαѕтє: He was born a five, a magician. But he became a two when he went to work at the palace as a guard.
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Caucasian, Illean.
Occυραтιση: Guard.
Face Claim: Jake Abel

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Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Ryan is a good looking man. He's tall, at 6'1, with long legs, an athletic, toned body, but not bulky. Definitely fit, though, with a tan on good days. He has size 9 feet, as well. He has cool blue eyes, sometimes which look green in certain lights. To match the typical blue eyed blonde look, he has blonde hair, not too short but not long either, styled perfectly for his head. He has a chiseled face, good genes, and he has a beauty mark on his chin.

"Oh, sugar. You haven't known all these years? You're definitely eye candy. Blonde, pretty blue eyes, devil-may-care attitude? You're the poster child, stud." ~ Quote someone said about him.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: He hates formal dressing. Hates it. Will not wear a tux if his life depended on it. He prefers wearing boots, jeans, and a loose shirt that he can roll the sleeves up to his elbows on. He dresses simply. Also, he enjoys being barefoot. In bed he wears nothing but loose sweat pants that hang on his hips.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Ryan is a mix of cynicism, spite, and charm all rolled into one. He's cynical, stubborn, and often blunt. Some might think he's a grouch, but he just likes to act that way so people leave him alone. He's a good guy, at heart, but if he let anyone believe that, he wouldn't be himself. He was raised with good morals, a clear sight of right and wrong, some things worse or better than others. He has a good sense of humor, with a sharp tongue, and an endearing way of treating others. He's affectionate to those he loves, in the 'pick on you because he loves you' type of way. He's the guy who has nicknames for people, the guy who high fives random strangers, the guy who volunteers to sit at the kiddies table because he doesn't mind. He's the guy that acts grumpy when you ask him to show you a card trick, but as soon as it makes you smile, he's in a good mood. He's clever and witty, with a carefree, let the chips fall where they may, attitude. He's sweet, and caring, with particular softness towards those he loves and children. But he has his flaws too. He has a temper, and if he's really angry about something he will yell, and possibly punch a wall. He'd never intentionally harm someone, but a temper is bad enough. He also is very prideful, but he's not an idiot. He knows when he does something wrong and he knows when to apologize. So Ryan has a very distinctive personality between being cynical and slightly like a jerk, to being kind and slightly childish and loving. He's also fiercely loyal and protective, as well as thoughtful and considerate. He also has an extraordinary amount of patience, and his temper only really flares up when he feels strongly about something, but most things he lets pass.



Lιкєѕ: Magic, His Personal Time, Training, His Job, Reading, Music.

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: Rude People, People Who Waste His Time, People Who Hurt Those He Loves, Children (it's his fear to have his own children because he fears he'll fail as a father), Rain, Cold Weather, Dancing, Death, Funerals.

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Formerly being a magician, he's good at magic, sleight of hand tricks, all that stuff. Even though he claims to hate dancing, he's an extremely good dancer. He can also eat flames and swallow swords, some tricks he learned and doesn't like letting people know, because then they pester him to do it. He also is interested in surfing, even though he's never been. And scuba diving.

Sтяєηgтнѕ: He's physically strong and skillful in fighting. He also is good at making decisions in hard moments, and being soft and gentle when he knows he has to be.

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: His pride, those he loves, his fears, his temper.

Hιѕтσяу: See Part Two.



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Mother: Theresa Kavanaugh, Status: Alive. Theresa and Ryan are close but not warmly close. She's kind of more like a coach or friend than a mother. But they exchange letters and hug each other, so it's all good. She's part of a dancing team with her husband, Derek. She's a quiet woman, reserved, professional, who loves her dancing more than her own life. Very graceful, and very hard working. She never said so, but Ryan always got the impression she was disappointed in him for choosing magic rather than dancing or singing or some other art. But he didn't have any talent for anything else, so she tolerated it. FC: Cameron Diaz



Father: Derek Kavanaugh, Status: Alive. Ryan's father and him have a bit of a strained relationship. Derek was a professional dancer, part of a team dancing show with his wife, Theresa. He's a structured man who believes in discipline and routine. He and Ryan differed on multiple things, and he worked Ryan hard growing up. So they aren't the closest, but Ryan respects his father more than anyone, and is always searching for his approval. FC: Derek Hough.



Little Brother: Jesse Kavanaugh, Status: Alive. Jesse is Ryan's younger brother. Nineteen years old, he's a singer, nothing big yet, just casual things in their town, but professionally when he has the bigger gigs. He's very close to Ryan, though he hates that Ryan got pulled into being in the Illean military and serving the royals as a palace guard. Jesse is a hothead who despises most royals, and he can be a moody mess. But he loves his brother. FC: Jesse McCartney



Pet Rabbit: Nigel was born to a family of bunnies that Ryan's family owned, and Ryan took Nigel with him when he became a guard, after making sure it was okay. Nigel, despite having a boy's name, is actually a female. Ryan assures everyone that she's very sensitive to people referring to her as a boy.



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Ƒяιєηɗѕ: Other escorts, guards, and maids.



Ɛηємιєѕ: None, so far. Maybe rebels.

Oтнєя:

Favorite Colors: Orange, Brown, Green
Favorite Flower: Does he look like the type of guys that cares about flowers?
Favorite Foods: He likes soup, sandwiches, and salad, strangely enough. But he also likes junk food, pizza included.
Favorite Constellation: Again, he doesn't really care, so he doesn't have a favorite.
Birthstone: Topaz
Birth Sign: Scorpio
Birth Element: Water
Fears: Losing the girl he loves, not being able to protect those he loves, being defined by others, being trapped in a cage of a life, fear of commitment, fear of fatherhood, failing.
Flaws: His tendency to be blunt and rude, his temper, his reluctance to ever have children.
Theme Song: Fool's Game by This Century

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Part Two of Two

<< Ryan's answer for everything.

Ryan Kavanaugh's History:

Ryan had a normal childhood, or at least as normal as a Six could have, but it had its bumps too. His mother and father were a dancing team, and they made okay money but they never made it big time. So Ryan lived the life of a six. There were times they didn't make any money, times they starved. Times his mother and father gave up their food for their two sons. It wasn't uncommon for a young, hungry Ryan to tug on his mother's sleeve, blue eyes full of fear, asking her if they would have dinner that night. Or for him to walk into his parent's bedroom and see his mother and father so thin, their bones jutted out of their skin in a sickly way. Winters were particularly hard, which has led to Ryan's dislike of cold weather. He loved rain because that was a water source for his family that could be filtered and drank for free, but snow just made him remember hard times. All these bad times made him never wish to be a father himself. He's scared he'll mess it up, that he'll be a bad father. That he'll push his kids like his father pushed him, or that he won't be able to provide for his kids. No, he's certain he isn't good enough to be a father. But let me back up a little, to his parents.

Theresa was a three, an actress who was particularly fond of dancing. She was an only child, her parents both famous and always too busy for her. So she was raised by servants, particularly her nurse maid. Derek, however, had an entirely different childhood. He was one of eight brothers, in a family of sixes that could barely feed themselves. He grew up much like his sons did, fighting to survive. Out of his family, he was the youngest, the runt of the litter who had to prove himself. They were all talented singers and artists, and he preferred dance. It was pure chance that he performed at Theresa's seventeenth birthday party and the two clicked. She loved him, she loved his dancing, and there was no question in her mind she wanted to marry him. At the time, she didn't care about being a Six. Maybe because she didn't realize how hard it was to live so close to the bottom. Or maybe she wanted to rebel against her absent parents. They didn't know she spent six months dating a Six, nor did they know when she married him. All they got was a note delivered by her nanny claiming she was married, the paperwork was done, and she was no longer their daughter. Within a few months, she was pregnant with her first born, Ryan.

Ryan was a trouble child. Not at first, maybe. He was a quiet baby, never made much fuss. However, he was much more difficult growing up. Ryan is the kind of person who gets easily frustrated when he feels helpless. Growing up, he saw his parents dance for hours, practicing routines for shows just to have money for him to eat and go to school. It was hard to watch them, and he acted out because of it. Always getting into fights at school, being fussy, skipping meals as if it made it better. His parents had a handful with him. He went to a multi-caste school, so whenever a two or three, or even an upper class four made fun of him for being a poor five or choosing to skip lunch, he had such a temper. It wasn't uncommon for him to start a fight and get thrown into the principal's office for it. Though, as he got older he gained a shell of sorts, and didn't let as much bother him. Making him come off as rather grumpy, the strong silent type. Even so, people marked him as trouble.

As a kid, his parents tried to figure out what skills Ryan had that he could make a living on. They tried everything from art, to music, to poetry, to dance. But alas, he sucked. Except for poetry, which he had some skill in, but that wasn't a money maker. The only other thing he was interested in was magic. Pulling bunnies out of hats, card tricks, vanishing acts, flower bouquets. He was extremely interested and talented in stuff like that, sleight of hand tricks. His parents, particularly his father, was disappointed. He called it cheap trickery, and didn't think it would be enough to feed the family. Better left off as a hobby, he said. He even suggested that Ryan would make a better pickpocket with his sleight of hand tricks than he would a magician. Ryan was... a disappointment, to say the least. The only one that supported his magic was his pet rabbit, Nigel. Who is in fact, a girl. For a long time they tried to get him into something else, like dancing. They would work for hours, making Ryan practice until his body ached. And he was never good enough for his perfect dancing parents. It didn't help that he had no interest in being a dancer, but they just claimed he was being lazy. Finally they focused on his younger brother and let him be a magician, working birthdays and other events, or performing for tips on street corners.

Three years after Ryan was born, his parents had Jesse. Jesse was their baby boy, their pride and joy. Enough of Ryan's disappointments, they focused on Jesse, their star. Part of Ryan always was a little jealous of his little brother for this, but he didn't mind once they were older. Let them spoil Jesse, Ryan thought. He didn't care. At least they left him alone and stopped pressuring him to find something other than magic tricks. Jesse was gifted, blessed with a good voice. It was clear early on he would be a singer, and he thrived because of it. Jesse could be arrogant and hot headed, rebellious like Ryan with none of his restraint. The two brothers often acted as if they disliked each other, always fighting and rough housing and competing. Mostly because Jesse would challenge Ryan and poke his buttons and Ryan would get sick of him and show him not to bother him. Even so, they were close. Ryan was loyal and protective of his little brother, and Jesse worshipped him. Often Jesse felt like his future had been decided because of his talent with singing. It made him angry, and he envied Ryan's attitude of doing whatever he wanted. Ryan was his role model.

Like all lower caste families, his parents wanted a girl so they could have her marry up into a higher caste. Unfortunately, they had to make do with sons. Even so, they talked their son's up all the time, trying to get them an upper caste girl. Ryan was set up countless times, as was Jesse. Both boys didn't really care too much for it. Jesse was bashful, quiet, not really good around girls. Many loved him for his voice and good looks, and he had many girls even from higher castes trying to gain his attention. But Jesse was young, still is, and hadn't found a girl who was interested in him beyond his singing and good looks. Ryan was a different story. He just didn't care. His parents wanted him to court a pretty girl? Sure, fine, whatever. He didn't find any of them particularly interesting, but he didn't think highly of 'true love' and hadn't tried much to find it. After all, his mother was miserable as a six. Often he heard his parents fighting growing up, arguing so much the walls of the house shook. He used to leave the house or sit on the roof with Nigel just to avoid their bickering. The way he saw it, any girl he would be with would have the same docile relationship. He just... gave up on trying to make anything work.

So he spent time with these set ups. They all wanted him for his rugged good looks and devil may care attitude. Often he dragged the girls to his room and the next day they'd sneak out, walking funny, starry eyed from their encounter. He deflowered many a girl in his neighborhood, with no care what the consequences may be. It was a frisky little waste of time, something to get his blood pumping and make his skin hot. He didn't have anything better to do, way he saw it. The girls he really liked were the ones he didn't sleep with right away. Particularly a brunette girl named Amberly was one of them. That was one of his more serious relationships. She was a pretty, wholesome little thing, pure as silk. She'd never danced with a boy like Ryan, and he rocked her world. She was totally different than his usual type, but there was a certain point where he knew he had to settle down. He was a six, there was a life to follow. He would get a paying job, marry a good girl, have a few kids, and try to make his kids thrive in life and marry up if they could. That was his fate. So he got engaged to this girl, Amberly. His mother was ecstatic, as she was a four and her family was well off. His father clapped him on the back and told him well done. Ryan, who shockingly hadn't slept with Amberly like his other trysts, was pretty resigned.

<< One of his few kisses with Amberly, in the rain. She enjoyed it more than he did, though he did put his best effort into it.

That was when he changed things. One of his friends got drafted and started telling Ryan how upsetting it was, leaving to die. Sure, pay was nice, but boys hated being drafted, at least usually. And Ryan made the stupid comment of, 'I'd trade places with you if I could.' His friend and him just laughed it off, but that night, the night before his wedding, he was seriously thinking about it. What if he went to be a soldier? He was a good fighter, he knew that. And he'd get out of this marriage to a ditzy brunette he knew he didn't love. AND his parents would finally get off his back about his magic, because he'd be a two, getting paid well and fighting for it. Sure, he could die but... when had that ever stopped him before? Over night, his mind opened up. Boys who were drafted could have someone go in their place who was the same age. He could take his friend's place... It was an odd possibility, but a possibility non-the-less.

Everyone was shocked when he left his bride at the altar with nothing more than a wave and a 'Have a good life'. His parents were outraged, his brother was angry and upset that Ryan was leaving home to be a soldier. More afraid for him, than anything, but also a little jealous that he'd be the higher caste who got paid well. His friend was grateful. Within a day Ryan had volunteered and was shipped off to the academy. Now he's three years into his four year draft. He writes home regularly and sends most of his pay to his family.

Turns out, things worked out well. Ryan was such a good student at the academy that he graduated top of his class and was one of five in his year that got sent to the palace as a palace guard, the highest position he could get. It's a cushy job, his biggest worry is trying not to sleep with the selected. His friend ended up marrying Amberly, having comforted her after Ryan left for his draft. Amberly is currently pregnant, happily so, living the life as an artist Five. Things worked, and he's happy as a guard. He took Nigel with him, of course. He can even go visit his family, since they live in Angeles and the royal palace is in Angeles. He's never far from home. Though admittedly, he doesn't visit as much as he should. It's not a bad existence, not one bit.

<< Ryan and his brother on a pretend 'stakeout'.

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✧ 20 ✧ male ✧ homosexual ✧ dave franco ✧ two ✧ guard ✧ angeles ✧

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Before the accident, Gregg was typically, an easy going guy, going through life and taking things for granted. Since then, he has learn to savor every moment with his friends, because you never know when it could be taken away from you. He often gets quite sometimes, and you think that he has fallen asleep, but he's really just thinking about how he would have shared this moment with his family, were they still alive.

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For eighteen years, Gregg's life was everything he could have asked for. He was just accepted into the guards and was going to go to the castle to protect the royal family. His parents were proud of him and his little sister, Eva, envious. He promised her that on one of his days off that he would bring her to the palace and show her around if he was able to get permission.

Sadly, she never got to see it. A week before he was to bring her there, a wire short-circuited in the house while his family was sleeping. They all died of smoke inhalation before the fire department arrived.

It has been hard for him to lose his family so suddenly, but he is doing the best he can. He talks to them before he goes to bed at night and visits their graves every chance that he can get. He knows he'll never forget them.

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❤mother: kristen
❤father: oscar
❤sister: eva

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*sharp intake of breath* DAVE. FUCKING. FRANCO. YOU ARE AMAZING. APPROVED AND IN LOVE

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sofia boutella × mud brown × black × six six × one sixty × prosthetic legs

p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ you better sharpen up

[ h ] erc, as she prefers to be called, is far more devoted than people seem to realize. She has an air of aloofness to her, an easy way of doing things, that makes people think she couldn't give two shake's of a rat's ass about her job. When, in actually, it's her life. Hell, she switched out prosthetic limbs to walk around on blades. You'd think her more an assassin type when you see her walking around in them. People thought she was gonna cut off limbs when she first arrived, forceful and intense. Her job is her life; it pulled her up from the dregs of the caste, and she owes it all to her employment as a guard. You'd think it strange that someone would want an eight, a disabled girl that could have danced, but there is much that she has brought with her.

There are several kinds of intelligence, and one that Herc is most known for is her street smarts. She still, inexplicably, applies it to her current employment. She comes off as a fairly "stupid" husk of meat, and they think she has only the intention of working as human shield. But, she knows better. She knows her way around a weapon, knows what to look out for and what to avoid. She knows things that her fellow guards might see as trivial, and wish they'd known more about when they're suddenly useful. She doesn't cut corners; she simply gets to her end point faster because of her experiences.

The last thing that people expect to see Herc do is laugh, or even smile. But, she's gotten very good at hiding her reactions to most things. She's easily amused, finds something to laugh at in even the most serious of situations. Sure, that's not entirely good, but it's not bad either. The only real problem she faces with this is that she's maintained a careful reputation of being so utterly unapproachable, and can't share her amusement with those around her. By attempting to be her best and fit the image she had of guards, she isolated herself in a perfect cone of deterrence. She does ponder over her lack of friends, but she isn't too bummed by it. Less distraction from her job, she'd say.

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[ fixations ] dancing, music, flowers, gymnastics, jokes
[ abhorrences ] staring, gelatin, licorice, rain
[ specialties ] flexible, athletic
[ kryptonite ] where her prosthetics meet her actual legs often ache
[ interests ] telling/listening to jokes, dancing
[ weaponry ] her prosthetic legs -- which are actually blades, so...

r e c o l l e c t i o n s ⇢ all you have's your axe to grind

[ t ] ake a seat at Madame Furey's table of wonders; that's what Nicolas Voss did. It was how he met the strangest and yet most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on. He returned to that seat even as her troop moved cities, moved provinces, even once moved to an entirely different country. Gela Furey was deeply amused by this strange man who followed her so persistently, asking for the same reading every time: "a future with you and me." So, she complied, finally, and thought she'd made the best decision of her life. For her, he became a member of the troop, of her moving circus. He watched her read palms, call out fortunes, and occasionally grace the freak show with a spectacular display of contortion.

Married after a full year of extra courting ( which Nicolas had no complaints about, and always voiced just that when people asked ), and then they had triplets. Two beautiful boys and one extraordinary girl. They were elated, ecstatic, and frightened that their first round as parents would be to three infants at once. But, they did their best and hoped that would be enough.

She was ten when the accident happened. Her mother had been teaching her dance, her father and brothers standing by to watch and laugh with her. Something had gone wrong with the one of the cages, and an animal--she'd later find it was an agitated lion that had been ill for a long time--was loose. Hell, for half an hour, arrived at their encampment. People were screaming, throwing themselves into the safety of their trailers. The Voss family had been too slow, and Gela and Hercula were left behind.

She listened, barely, as her mother shouted for her to stay down, stay hidden while she went to find her brothers and father. She watched her mother creep off, and missed the flash of pale gold that was beside her. She didn't fully register what was going on until it was over, until the great beast slunk off. There was more screaming, so much blood, and she passed out to the sound of someone being ripped apart.

When she awoke, the first thing to register was that part of her hurt. And by hurt, she meant she was in excruciating pain. They'd been in the middle of closing up the wounds of what was left of her legs. They thought they should distract her, and when she saw the tearful eyes of her family, she was informed that among three victims, her mother had been one. Wrought with grief and pain, she passed out again, and they finished up stitching the stubs of her legs up while she was numb to the world.

She spent a better part of a year recovering, and by that point, she'd lost her place in the troop. She couldn't, in her mind, do that same things she'd done before; she'd followed in her mother's footsteps and taken to contortion and card reading. She, only eleven at this point, felt her place to be in the streets and left her family. Nicolas found her again, after several failed attempts to run away, and decided that he'd return to his trade for her sake. He made legs, wooden and sturdy, but her dreams were all hollow.

Herc used those same legs to walk away from her family when she was fourteen, in the darkest parts of the night. She kissed her sleeping family goodbye and looked for a new life. What she found was a dangerous world. Twice, someone had attempted to steal her legs, and twice she was forced to strike them down. Self-defense had been something she was working on before she left the troop.

Someone, a kind stranger, made her an offer she didn't think she could refuse. The offer: her wooden legs for a better life. She was allowed to consider it for a week--if she even had a week left--and she came up with a "yes". This better life, though, came in the shape of deadly instruments. The first time she glided along of them, she felt a surge of power go through. She was, in a sense, no longer helpless. She could do things again, or at least was more confident in her abilities. She never saw the stranger again; they've practically vanished into thin air after the transfer of goods.

Part of her has always felt that there was a debt that needed to be paid. She's been searching, looking high and low, and suddenly a lead was given to her like a blessing. This lead, coming to her when she was nineteen, was just a whisper of good words on the part of the stranger. A whisper of a kind soul within the palace walls that visited those in need. Of course, Hercula didn't think twice about enlisting to be a guard at the palace.

She was different from her peers, she noted upon her arrival. Slightly less literate, too stiff, and out of place. But, she's spent the good part of two years proving that she's one hell of guard.

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  ▽ mother -- gela voss
  ▽ father -- nicolas voss
  ▽ brother -- ibrahiam voss
  ▽ brother -- malachi voss
[ external ]
  ▽ employer --
  ▽ friends -- open
  ▽ enemies -- open

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anton lisin × pale grey-blue × walnut brown × six three × one eighty-one

p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ casually, we're breathing with the pharaohs

[ v ] ana is not troubled in the way that one would assume based on his appearance. He's complacent, but he's also in a perpetual state of mourning. He pushes people away because he doesn't think that he deserves the contact--not after what he's done. He's too caught in the idea of being the bad guy, even in his attempts to be a good guy, or at the very least a neutral character of no import. He doesn't think that he's capable of being more than he is, a guard in a palace. While he sees the honor in it, he doesn't see it as a saving thing. If anything, it's for violent people to find perfect outlets for their aggression in the form of "protecting" those of great power. That, as he sees it, is the basis of his work.

He doesn't do well with others. No, it's best to keep him on his own, and he tries he hardest to keep it that way. He doesn't interact much with his colleagues not because he thinks too highly of himself, but more so because he doesn't trust that he won't blow up in a fit of rage or find some way to ruin any possibility of friendship. So, he isolates himself as best he can.

Pessimistic is one word that describes Vana quite well. He's given up seeing the bright side of things, and is very secure in thinking the worst of everything. Every word, every look, every action is marked with some sort of paranoid suspicion of nothing good coming from it. He doesn't see people--mostly himself--of capable of doing anything truly without ulterior motives, without some sort of gain. He is, to say the least, devoid of faith in the human race and any miraculous good they could possibly do.

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[ fixations ] chamomile ( tea and flower ), running, isolation
[ abhorrences ] crowds, cats, himself
[ specialties ] close combat, obedient
[ krptonite ] himself
[ interests ] being alone, string games
[ weapons ] rifle, pistol, several knives

r e c o l l e c t i o n s ⇢ tragically, we fall just like the arrows

[ n ] ormal was a term that Haven and Gillian Gavaldi knew well. They were a regular caste six family, Haven a seamstress and Gillian a driver. They thought nothing of children; never had intentions of having any. That is, until Haven became pregnant while having an affair. The man involved fled the scene of the crime, and she was left to pass off her unborn child as that of her husband.

Vana was never told of this, of course, until much later. So, for much of his life, he lived under the care of his supposed father in an unexpected turn of happiness. He was later joined by a younger sister, curiously named Nir. He was informed that it had been taken from a band from many years ago, and together they were Nirvana. He found this comical, and said nothing more.

He went through years of a somewhat devastatingly boring life, until the day he turned seventeen and everything went to hell. Well, he felt like it had gone to hell. It had been a seemingly normal day, colored with a blue sky and chirping birds. He woke up, ate, and then was presented with a cake as he usually was. Luckily for him, his birthday had fallen on a day that didn't involve going to school, and so he was left to his own devices at home. That, right there, was a very bad decision on the part of his parents.

People tend to do stupid things when they're feeling the high of priveledge. Vana decided that his stupid thing would involve his younger sister, who was also exempt for school. He doesn't remember what it was--she certainly doesn't--but it didn't end too well. He crippled his sister, as well as struck her with temporary memory loss. He remembers the realization on her face when she put two and two together, and didn't attempt to move her legs anymore. When she had to think about his name, and asked him who he was. It was, quite literally, the most destructive moment of his life.

From there, he spiraled downwards. He didn't bother with interactions anymore, didn't bother with feeling like he was much in the grand scheme of things aside from a horrendous human being. He rejected people, left himself out of things. Vana, to say the least, checked out from society as best he could.

When the time came for him to find work, he didn't push further than a guard. Being a manual worker would mean being stuck in a field or whatever with dozens of other people. They'd try to befriend him, try to talk. As a guard, he'd have only to shut his trap, do as he was ordered, and not have to worry about much else.

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[ biological ]
  ▽ mother -- haven gavaldi
  ▽ father -- gillian gavaldi
  ▽ sister -- nir gavaldi
[ external ]
  ▽ employer --
  ▽ friends -- not likely
  ▽ enemies -- open

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

Totally Approved

[rimskur]

v α l є n t í n є є m í l є α в в α

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ⌑ ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ⌑ ᴄᴀᴤᴛᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ⌑ ʜᴏᴍᴏᴤᴇᴥᴜᴀʟ ⌑ ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ᴊᴏʜɴᴤᴏɴ

♛━━Angels sent from up above you know you make my world light up━━♛

♛━━━When I was down, when I was hurt, you came to lift me up━━━━♛

(p e r s o n a l i t y)

Valentine is enchanted by mystery and seduced by intrigue. If one can create these around him, they will quickly become the object of his passion. He won't rest until he's discovered their mystery and claimed it for his own. He is incredibly curious, and wants to learn about everyone and everything, but he usually likes to figure these things out on his own. His keen sense of intuition helps him unearth the plain truth of things, and he is a master at asking questions that are both direct and penetrating. He rarely takes others' answers at face value, however, and comes to his own conclusions. Valentine always has a firm hold over his own destiny. He has control over any situation he finds himself in, and lives life on his own terms. There is deadly kind of beauty to him – he is independent, fearless, and ambitious. Don't get in his way and don't place any bets against him. A self-made winner, he rarely knows the pain of defeat. His stubbornness and resourcefulness will drive him to keep trying, determined to get what he wants. He is also hard working and enjoys the satisfaction of basking in the fruits of his labor.

♛━━━Life is a drink, and love's a drug, now I think I must be miles up━━♛

♛━━When I was hurt, withered, dried up, you came to rain a flood━━━♛

(h i s t o r y)

While Valentine would like to think himself as a rather dashing and charismatic leader, in actuality, it would be better to describe him as confused. It wasn't that he was confused by others, but that others were confused by him. Why was he so optimistic and what rendered a boy from his low caste and someone his age come up with the type of logic that he did? Valentine was foreign and strange to the people he was around, talkative about matters that children his age probably should not be discussing out loud. He was born in the north up in Yukon where they not only suffered from lacking the necessities for the entire year, but they had to endure even colder winters than most of the rest of the republic. His family was used to this type of weather by now, having lived their entire lives in the slums of Yukon, biding their times in their small homes with a fire burning to keep them warm at night. This experience should have made him cynical perhaps, choosing to see the negative sides of everything. After all, he did not have a good childhood living in Yukon. But, somehow, Valentine chose to have a more concerned perspective of not only his province, but of the people around him. He was genuine in his treatment and care for the public, offering his aid and encouragement when opportunity gave way to him. There wasn't always that much for him to do regardless of his efforts.

A family of sevens, naturally, he, his brother, and his parents all had necessary jobs that would provide the money they needed to persist. His father was a driver, using a rather junky taxi cab to chauffeur other individuals around. He had yet to have a celebrity in his back seat, though he encouraged his father to have faith that one day he would be in the company of one of the starlets from Angeles or a high paying individual who drove inexplicably long distances. While his father drove, his mother cooked. She was a master chef, though her skills only went as far as the meals specified by the kitchen she worked in at a local diner. It was her cooking that brought more business around. In opposition, Valentine was explicit in a job serving at a clerk at the local grocery store. Rather, he was the bag boy, taking everyone's items and stuffing them in plastic baggies to take away with them. It wasn't ideal, but it was enough to get by. As he and his parents worked jobs to keep them up, his younger brother, Merick, switched from job to job, taking what work he could that was available at the time.

Time for schooling was little, but to make sure that they could still be successful in the future should they be given the opportunity, both Valentine and Merick used their spare time for education. They spent copious amounts of time scouring through textbooks they shared with their neighbors, allowing Valentine, as the oldest child, to teach the information out loud to all of the neighborhood kids while all of the parents went out for work. So, maybe he really was able to be successful in a leadership position. But, Valentine was quickly growing tired with the repetitive and dull lifestyle of having to scrounge for bits of money and food to last the weekend. He wanted a change in his life. There were many stories of what happened to boys like him in the barracks, but Valentine was determined that having a life as a soldier would bode him much better than a bag boy. Maybe the adrenaline rush he would receive on the field would coerce him to return home to a future of bagging groceries. Though everyone in his family was anxious for his decision, Valentine was adamant and applied to be conscripted. And perhaps if his background showed anything other than bagging groceries and the other boring details of his life, he may have gone on to serve in the military. Instead, because of his sudden recruitment, his services were used elsewhere. While Valentine was familiar with the happenings of the selection, it had not been his understanding that he would now be somewhat of a participant in the competition as well. He would be escorting a girl from his province, someone he didn't know. But, the social butterfly that he is, Valentine is excited to get away from Yukon, even if he is not experiencing the same type of surroundings as in the military. Perhaps he was just too soft for that sort of activity and he really would enjoy himself more guarding someone in the environment like a palace.

♛━━And said drink from me when I was so thirsty pour on a symphony━━♛

♛━Now I just can't get enough put your wings on me when I was so heavy━♛

(r e l a t i o n s)

⌑ father: marcel abba
⌑ mother: ursula abba
⌑ brother: merick abba
⌑ love interest:
⌑ best friend:

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

Approved!

[tori]

( r e m i n g t o nb od u n s t )──────────────────────────────

─────────────────────────( xxiii ; homme ; bisexual ; caste ii ; guard )

p e r s o n a l i t y ;

( R ) emy is a very driven individual, but not by ambition. Rather, he's driven by the fear of inadequacy, the fear of having to go home and see his father's look of disappointment or hear his brothers' snickers as all their teasing finally came to fruition. He's scared of being weak and therefore he constantly pushes himself to be better, to do more, to be braver and stronger and better. But fear isn't his sole motivator. He wants to prove to people -- namely, his family -- that he can do anything he sets his mind; he wants to show people that he is not limited solely by their preconceived misconceptions.

Because he goes to extreme lengths to prove his masculinity, Remy isn't the most careful person. He tends to be impulsive, preferring to go with the course of action that he feels his dad would take. To him, slowing down and making a well-thought out plan would've been another mark against him, another way that he was weak for 'worrying like a p*ssy' as his dad would put it. And if you think about, it's not super surprsing that Remy tries so hard to be a carbon copy of his dad. He's always been less athletic and less violent -- factors that got him bullied. In order to escape that and prove himself, Remy has allowed his entire personality to be sculpted by a man with backwards views. But hey, as long as dad's happy, right?

( adores ) reading ; pastries ; dogs
( abhors ) killing ; being teased ; rain

( andrew westermann ) dark brown ; blue ; 5'9 ; 172 lbs ; scars + tats

h i s t o r y ;

( H ) eather Argall had never loved her fiance, a man who was as selfish as much as he was attractive. Really, she could never figure out why her parents were so keen on her marrying him; after all, they explicitly told her that she should marry for love. Apparently her happiness wasn't as important as them buying themselves into an easier life. And the price? Well, only their eldest daughter. She went through with it because there was nothing else she could really do. How could she deny her parents? However, after the deed was done, after the vows uttered and the marriage was consummated, she wasn't the same. Hell, she couldn't even bring herself to love the kids she was forced to bring into the world.

( R ) emington was probably loved the least of all. And it wasn't because his mom took a particular dislike to just him (she was aloof to all her children), but rather that his dad did. Frederick Dunst took immense pride that his wife brought six boys into the world, six boys with his name. But Remington was the one that always managed to fall short of Frederick's expectations. In his mind, Remy was weak compared to his brothers, this assumption arising from the fact that Remy was terrible at sports and was always awful at sticking up for himself. To Frederick, it was as if Remy was no more than a weakling, a little girl passing for a boy.

( A ) nd it never mattered that Remington worked his ass off to get around this label, to prove to his father that he was better than he believed him to be; it always seemed that the harder Remy tried to fit the mold his father set out for him, the more he just... didn't. Well, everyone has their breaking point and Remy decided that enough was enough. He told his father he was going to be a guard, a real man, a defender. The only response he received was the sniggering of his older brothers and the flat out disbelieving laugh of his father. Angry and hurt, Remy set out to do what needed to be done -- he would prove to them all that he wasn't weak. And the rest, as they say, is history.

( family )
dad ; frederick dunst ; lvii ; professor
mom ; heather dunst ; lvi ; librarian
brother ; sebastian dunst ; xxxii ; engineer
brother ; emerson dunst ; xxx ; doctor
brother ; xavier dunst ; xxvii ; writer
brother ; ambrose dunst ; xxvi ; scientist
brother ; shiloh dunst ; xxvi ; historian

[kaya]

                        ❝ hey there's a spot we missed
                                                i see a communist
                                          and there's another one
                                                and his dumb son ❞
—( name ;; clarisse imogen yeung
      meaning of clarisse is bright and shining
      meaning of imogen is girl
      meaning of yeung is the sun
—( nicknames ;; none
—( age ;; 35   —( date of birth ;; 09/08   —( place of birth ;; angeles
—( sexuality ;; lesbian     —( gender ;; female
—( relationship status ;; open
—( caste ;; 2     —( province ;; angeles
—( occupation ;; guard
—( face claim ;; ming-na wen
—( appearance ;; brown eyes, dark brown hair, light brown skin, one hundred and seventy-five cm tall, fifty-six kilograms, average. voice is average. wears dark clothes, good for hiding weaponry to surprise rebels.

      

—( personality ;; Clarisse is a guard, which gives you a hint as to what she's like. Clarisse follows orders, but only if they're sensible. She maintains that the people giving orders don't know squat about actual guarding, and will do whatever she thinks will work. It does work, which is why she's never been flogged for disobeying orders. She isn't stupid.
Aside from that, Clarisse is also a loving mother, and dotes on her little daughter. She treats her daughter like a princess, but at the same time ensures that she's able to hold her own against rebels and bullies alike. Needless to say, nobody messes with their family.
Clarisse's strengths are her skill at her job, her love of her family and her overprotective mother instincts.
Her weaknesses are her tendency to solve emotional dilemmas with her head and her lack of respect for authority.
Clarisse likes her job, her family, music and art. As such, she's friends with a few Fives with particular talent.
She dislikes authorities who think they know what they're talking about but actually don't, people who think they're God's gift to the world, people who think it's funny to bully small children and rebels.
Clarisse's hobbies include running a martial arts school and whatever her daughter wants to do.

—( history ;; Born on the ninth of August to a New Asian couple living in Angeles, Clarisse Imogen Yeung never knew her grandparents. They were all in New Asia, and when she was only a small child, the village where her grandparents had been living was murdered by a small group of terrorists. Clarisse, who had never met her grandparents, wasn't particularly sad. As a Four, she and her parents didn't have much money, and so her parents were unable to return to New Asia for the funeral.
Clarisse grew up in a family of five, with two younger siblings. Her family was a stable one, and she and her siblings still received an excellent education even though their family had little money.
When she turned eighteen, Clarisse found a job at the palace as a guard, and has remained one ever since. As she has been a guard for seventeen years, many of the less experienced guards defer to her, even though she isn't the head guard.
She married [name] when she was twenty-five, and they had a daughter, [name], three years later. Their daughter is now seven years old, and Clarisse's pride and joy.

—( relations ;;
      grandmother ;; haijing cheng ( née zheng ) ;; deceased
      grandfather ;; yizhe cheng ;; deceased
      grandmother ;; miriam yeung ( née chu ) ;; deceased
      grandfather ;; albert yeung ;; deceased
      mother ;; laura yeung ( née cheng ) ;; deceased
      father ;; marcus yeung ;; deceased
      sister ;; name yeung ;; open
      brother ;; name yeung ;; open
      husband ;; name surname ;; open
      daughter ;; name surname ;; open

—( extras ;;
—( favourite colour ;; gold
—( favourite food ;; xiaolongbao
—( favourite flower ;; cherry
—( favourite constellation ;; none
—( birth stone ;; peridot
—( birth element ;; fire
—( birth sign ;; leo
—( fears ;; loss of her daughter
—( flaws ;; method of dealing with problems - 'hit 'em hard enough and they'll learn their lesson'
—( dreams ;; to watch her little girl grow up
—( theme song ;; black ops — they might be giants

[sucre'd fiend]

. not a big deal, but can you please bold all the headings? just so it's easier to read

. you've forgotten her province of birth

. someone has already claimed the appearance of Hayden Pattienere

. can you possibly put a little more for the personality and history?