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NAME. Carys Lydia Magdalen
↳ She goes by Lydia; the only person she allows to say her first name is her father, and even then, she's "Carys Lydia," not just "Carys." Really, she thinks her first name is rather stupid. Luckily, she's past the days of schoolteachers calling her by her first name on the first day of school. And really, she's rather happy about it.

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GENDER. Feminine [XX]
OCCUPATION. Currently, Lydia works at her parents' restaurant. Six days a week; she gets Sundays off (her parents say for the Sabbath; Lydia ignores the fact that the Sabbath is actually on Saturday, and also that her parents aren't very religious). Yeah, she's very reliant on her parents... but it's not like they'd have it any other way.
↳ Sexual Orientation: As far as anyone knows, she's heterosexual. Really, she's bi. But she's willing to keep that a secret for the rest of her life if it means that her parents are happy.
↳ Age: 21
↳ Birthday: June 16, 1992
↳ Relationship Status: Single

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APPEARANCE.

↳ Face Claim: Adelaide Kane
↳ Hair Color: Dark brown
↳ Eye Color: Brown
↳ Height: 5'4"
↳ Distinctive Markings: N/A

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HISTORY. Robert and Marin Magdalen had struggled for years to have a child; and after three miscarriages, Marin finally gave birth to Lydia. They tried again for a second child, and after Marin almost died, they decided to give up because they didn't want Lydia to have a life without a mother. And so they were protective of their daughter... overly so.

Lydia's parents have always been incredibly conservative. They had kept her on a tight leash for her entire life; she's never known real freedom. When she was in school, she had no social life; it was always helping at her family's business.

Her entire childhood, teenage years, and young adulthood was stifled by her parents' controlling behavior. She was never allowed to go to a friend's house overnight, or even for an extended period of time - they were reluctant to let her go over to anyone's for a reason other than school. Birthday parties? Ha, no. Not likely.

Everything, her parents said, had to be normal. Lydia had to get good grades, but she didn't need to be top of her class (that might attract too much attention); she could have friends, but she couldn't spend time with them because family was the most important. Everything in Lydia's life had a "but" statement to follow. It's hard to really have an independent thought when you're not really allowed to.

When Lydia turned sixteen, her parents decided that she could have more responsibility. So instead of working three days a week at their restaurant, she would be working five days a week. She was allowed to see people more, and Lydia was thrilled at the prospect of actually having real friends for the first time in her life.

The only problem was that nobody wanted to be her friend.

She was the "weird girl," with the overly controlling parents (well, they weren't wrong about that part...) and no life except for her grades (and even then, she wasn't exactly a stellar, A+ student) and her family's restaurant. She was nothing, really, but a daddy's girl and ordered around by her mother. She'd never had friends. She would eat lunch alone in the library - what a loser. Who did that, even?

Lamee.

When she finished school, Lydia thought she might have a chance to actually reinvent herself, to live independently, to do something more with her life than just follow her parents blindly around.

But things don't always work out, do they, now?

And so she ended up with what is probably a permanent job at her parents' restaurant. She's not exactly sure how it happened, but she does know that she is now doomed to work there forever, and also probably to live with her parents forever.

(And isn't that a pleasant thought?)

Things changed, however, when a thief broke into the restaurant when Lydia was closing up, holding a gun to her head until she handed over the money, as well as bread.

This happened every Monday night, when Lydia was due to close up. But after a while, the gun wasn't present anymore. The man stopped wearing all black, stopped covering up as much as possible.

And, Lydia realized, he was a person. Not that she'd thought he was a different creature or something stupid like that; no, but she'd thought only a monster of a man could hold a gun to someone's head. But no, he was homeless. Hungry. Trying to provide for his little girl - a daughter, five years old. The man - Jude Quincy - said that he'd been eighteen when she was born. He had been threatened - Lydia had always known there were bad people on Cam' Taria, but she'd never known how bad, after all, her parents never told her anything - and when he didn't give it up, he woke to the smell of smoke. He escaped with his daughter - Lea - but his fiancee, Dani, who'd heard a knock at the door earlier, had been knocked out. Jude had been frantic to find Dani, but the smoke was too much and he escaped out the back door, Lea in his arms.

That damn night, Jude had said to Lydia, he'd lost his home and the love of his life.

And okay, so he'd lost the love of his life, the only woman he would ever love - but there was something about him, about him that Lydia couldn't help but be attracted to. The way that everything he did was for little Lea, who didn't know what had happened to her mother, the way he'd gone from violence to actually asking - even paying, sometimes. The way he'd become her friend, when no one else on the island of Cam' Tania seemed to want to.

How could she not start to fall in love with him?

She was eighteen. She was stupid. She didn't know any better. And before she knew it, she was desperately in love with Jude Quincy.

And she was going to say something, really. She was. She was going to say something, but days and months and years passed by and she just couldn't work up the courage to say anything. After all... how could she risk losing her one and only friend?

One day, she was feeling particularly confident. Everything had gone well that day; she'd gotten a a large sum in tips, and she planned on giving it all to Jude and Lea. It was going to be perfect.

Until the officer came.

There were so many questions: How did you know Jude Quincy? What exactly did he do in Magdalen's Diner? Did he steal? How much did he take?

And then finally she found out: he had last been seen by the old man with the antique store down the street, and then he had been found dead, and so had Lea - the little girl had been shot, Lydia was told, and then the great, wonderful, everything-with-nothing Jude Quincy had killed himself.

She didn't believe it. She knew Jude Quincy, better than anyone else had.

And he would never have killed himself - he would never do that, not to Lea. Never, in a million and infinity years. She knew it. It must have been the same people who had gone after him before, she thought. Maybe they could figure something out, maybe, just something, anything -

Nothing.

And her parents closed in on her more than ever.

Lydia, dear, are you okay?

Lydia, you shouldn't go out so much.

Lydia, I'll go get the groceries today. You should stay in.

Lydia, stay inside.

Lydia, it's too cold out; you'll get sick.

Lydia, it's too hot out; your skin will burn, dear.

Lydia, it's not like you have any friends to see.

And she didn't, not anymore.

Because her only friend had apparently killed himself after killing his beloved daughter.

She didn't believe it.

She doesn't believe it.

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FAMILY.
Robert David Magdalen

Father. Husband. Restaurant owner. Fifty-five years old. Asshole.

Marin Rebekah (Ellis) Magdalen

Mother. Wife. Restaurant owner. Fifty-four years old. Bitch.

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PERSONALITY. The thing is, Lydia doesn't really know how to interact with people.

Her entire life has consisted of her parents drawing her away from people, away from human interaction, away from any semblance of a normal life. So no, when she's around people, she doesn't really have experience. She's not completely awkward; she does work in her parents' restaurant. But at the same time, she's not exactly experienced in the whole "people" thing, and as a result, often doesn't realize what boundaries are set between two people in a relationship.

She tries to give people the benefit of the doubt, like, all the time. And maybe she's too trusting, too optimistic, too naive. But really, she thinks... that poor person on the street, they could be like Jude. Maybe they were in almsot the exact same situation. And how could she not help?

So she tries to help the poor and needy whenever she can; it's not like she has anything else to do with her time.

And she doesn't really know how else to honor Jude's memory.

She has a kind heart, really; she just hasn't had anyone to share it with except for one - Jude - and now he's dead. She's been confined her whole life. She wants freedom, but her worst fear is disappointing her parents. Really, there's no middle ground for Lydia. There's no way for her to win in this situation.

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LIKES.
↳ Coffee, black.

No sugar; it's too sweet. No creamer; that's how Jude drank it, and she doesn't want the bitter reminder.

↳ The smell of her family's restaurant.

Even if she resents her parents for making her work there, it smells delicious.

↳ Food.

She's always had a large appreciation for cooking and really just food in general. It probably has to do with the fact that her and her family's living comes from working in a restaurant.

↳ Helping people.

It makes her feel like she's doing something good with her life and not just sitting around.

↳ Going outside.

The fresh air is so nice, and she hardly gets to go out. She loves it when the sun shines on her face, when she can hear all the life around her.

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DISLIKES.
↳ Being confined.

She's been stuck inside for pretty much all of her life, excluding school. She hates it. Her parents never gave her a chance at a remotely normal life.

↳ Conflict.

Jude's story taught her how it tears people apart, tears families apart; for the longest time, she couldn't truly understand it. But then Jude and Lea were found dead, and suddenly, Lydia knew the feeling all too well.

↳ Her parents' criticism of Jude.

They constantly call him a vicious, heartless criminal, and Lydia hates it. How could they say something like that? They never knew him. And if they did - they never knew him the way Lydia knew him, and they never could.

↳ Gossip.

Lydia knows that the islanders gossip about her. It's nothing new, but that doesn't mean she has to like it at all.

↳ Rude customers.

They have the terrible ability to ruin her entire, pitiful day.

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STRENGTHS.
↳ She's actually pretty smart. She did well in school - she might not have been valedictorian or anything, but she wasn't stupid at all.
↳ She's very at-home at work; after all, she's been working there since she was twelve years old, really.
↳ She's very compassionate and always tries to see the good in others. This can sometimes backfire, but that doesn't change the fact that she's still optimistic about the world.

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WEAKNESSES.
↳ She's naive, and that's to be expected; she's basically been shut inside her house and inside Magdalen's Diner for her entire life.
↳ Her communication skills aren't the best; it's not like she has any friends to talk to, anyway.
↳ Her main goal in life is to keep her parents happy. Anything regarding her own desires and dreams comes after theirs. They are the most important to her. She might resent them for some things, but she still loves them more than anything and will do anything for them.

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OTHER.
- Song lyrics from "All at Once" by the Fray.
- Independent, not involved with factions.
- No weapons.

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D a n i e l E z r a T e a g a n / P a r t O n e

❝ THE WORLD FINDS WAYS TO STING YOU
AND THEN ONE DAY DECIDES TO BRING YOU
SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN
FOR EVEN JUST ONE NIGHT
ONE NIGHT MAY BE FOREVER
BUT THAT'S ALL RIGHT
THAT'S ALL RIGHT ❞

BACK TO BASICS...

NAME. Daniel Ezra Teagan.
➙ First Name / Daniel [DAN-yul] / Hebrew / "God is My Judge"/OT Prophet
➙ Middle Name / Ezra [EZ-rah] / Hebrew / "Aid"/OT Prophet
➙ Last Name / Teagan [TEE-gan] / Gaelic / "Little Poet"

➙ His name is Daniel; don't you dare ever call him "Danny." There was only one person allowed to call him Danny, and that was Elizabeth. After all, he was her Danny and she was his Lizza.

GENDER. Masculine [XY]

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Heterosexual, and not remotely curious.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Widower. He's not over Elizabeth's death and he probably won't ever be.

AGE. Twenty-six.

OCCUPATION. English teacher; poet.

DATE OF BIRTH. August 18, 1988.



HEADSHOTS...

APPEARANCE.

FACE CLAIM. Sam Claflin.

EYE COLOR. Glasz.

HAIR COLOR. Brown.

HEIGHT. 6'2"

DISTINCTIVE MARKINGS. He does have a tattoo, on the inside of his left wrist. Right by where you would check for someone's pulse. It has, neatly, perfectly aligned, four dates:

09.09.06
03.17.08
01.30.09
12.26.12

These are the most important dates in Daniel's life; to him, they remain a constant reminder of what he once had and what he has lost. Life may be cruel but it is also kind, at least for a short while.

September 9, 2006 - the day he met Elizabeth, and thought that he had never seen anyone more beautiful in the world. The day his life was changed forever, the day he met the woman he'd want to spend the rest of his life with, the day he realized that forever was something that he actually wanted.

March 17, 2008 - the day he proposed to Elizabeth. It wasn't a beautiful day by most people's standards. They'd forgotten to check the weather, and it was storming, and in the car. She laughed - oh, that beautiful laugh - while he cursed loudly, because why couldn't things go right when they were most important?
It's okay, we can eat at home, she had said to him.
But it was perfect, he had said, and she shook her head.
It's okay, Danny, we can go another time, she had said, taking his rough hand in her small, soft one.
But it was perfect, and it was your favorite, and I was going to ask you to marry me, he had blurted.
Of course I will, she'd replied.
You - what? he had said, then.
Of course I'll marry you, she'd said, then, and kissed him, and it kind of didn't matter that they were caught in a thunderstorm anymore.

January 30, 2009 - their wedding day. It would be the best day of Daniel's life, except that he thinks the day he actually met Elizabeth is. Either way, their wedding day was up there, and it was perfect, in every single way and more and even when he's old and gray, he's sure, he will still have that beautiful, stunning, almost ethereal image of his head, of Elizabeth in that white dress, walking toward him down the aisle. It was the day they'd promised each other forever, officially. Forever.

December 26, 2012 - she had said it was just a quick little thing at work; she'd be fine. It's okay, the weather would be fine, she'd be fine.
I love you, he had said.
I love you, too, more than anything, she had said back.
He wished he got to say it again. It was later - he was grading term papers - when he got the call, the call that would make it so his life would never be the same, the call that some goddamned asshole had lost control on the road and had taken away his Forever.

The other marking that he has is not so much a permanent marking on his skin; it's more... permanently fixed upon his heart. He still wears his wedding ring, every day - he refuses to take it off unless he absolutely has to.



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HISTORY. Daniel Ezra Teagan grew up in a loving - and very religious - family. (I mean, come on - his parents named him after not one, but two of the great Old Testament prophets. Crazies.) His parents were always pretty successful; his father, Isaiah, was a doctor; and his mother, Margaret, was a secretary at a law firm.

His sister, Sarah - also named after two Biblical figures, who would've guessed? - was born three years after him. They never really got along, but they weren't at each other's throats, either. They didn't talk much at all. They could play nice at family gatherings and things, but at home? Not too much interaction. To Daniel, Sarah was, quite simply, Someone Who Existed.

Daniel's parents always pressured him to be the "perfect Christian," and he actually did try. Not for God - for his parents. He didn't want to disappoint them. But it was so stifling. But he did it anyway.

Things changed when Margaret became ill. She was dying; thirteen-year-old Daniel knew this, and maybe ten-year-old Sarah didn't, but Daniel did. (He always knew things before she did. After all, he was Daniel.) Grief was never something he'd been taught to cope with; and maybe, he thought, no one could be taught how to deal with grief. Maybe they had to learn themselves, and that was the worst part, that's why it was grief.

And when his mother died, just before he started high school, Daniel realized that he didn't know how to cope with grief, at all. His mother, his kind, wonderful mother was gone. Forever. Just like that. How - if there was a God, how could He do this to him?

He wasn't sure how or when he started writing. He just... did. It was him. It was who he was. It became him. For a while, anyway.

Suddenly, though, sixteen-year-old Daniel, still struggling with the death of his mother, found himself surrounded by girls who would giggle and twirl their hair and wow they thought he was... cool. Hot, they said, even. Wow. And oddly enough, he found, in the aftermath, lying beside one of those girls in bed, having given them everything but also nothing at all, he felt less alone.

And so he continued. It was an addiction, of sorts, and he just couldn't stop. All he wanted was the sex, really; he craved it, even. But only some of the girls would actually give it to him without him actually having to convince them, and then if it continued for too long, they'd get clingy, and really, Daniel wasn't ready for an actual relationship.

(Once, Isaiah confronted his son about the rumors going around. Daniel denied it. Isaiah believed him. "You're a good kid, Daniel," he had told him. "Your mother would be proud, you know." Daniel thinks that maybe he's never felt more guilty.)

He would change, he told himself. He would stop hurting people's feelings. It was bad, he told himself. It was bad. It was bad. He was bad.

And things did change, when he started at college. The change came in form of a girl almost an entire foot shorter than him, and the change was named Elizabeth Maria Kenney, and she lived right across the hall from him. She was beautiful, more beautiful than anyone he'd ever met. More beautiful than any of the girls he'd slept with, more beautiful than... well, than he ever imagined a person could be.

He wouldn't pursue her, not right away, he told himself. He was determined to not screw this up. He wasn't going to. She was too kind, too lovely, too wonderful, altogether too perfect to ruin this. He'd make it work. And so they became friends. By the time he left for thanksgiving break, they were dating. It was... it was something pretty amazing. He'd never thought it possible to love someone like he loved Elizabeth.

One and a half years later, he proposed. It was early, he knew. They were young, he knew. But they had no time to waste. They were in love. And even if they did wait, nothing would change in the way they loved each other, so why bother waiting?

The next year, they got married. It was amazing, being able to really be hers. To be able to live together and love each other and know that what they had would be something that would last forever. Maybe their love wasn't a Shakespeare sonnet, known by tons of people in centuries to come, but that didn't mean it wasn't forever. Because it was. And nothing could change that.

They had been blissfully married for almost four years when it happened. It was the day after Christmas, but she really needed to pick it up from work, she said. He was reluctant to let her go in the weather, but she insisted everything would be fine.

It wasn't.

And it never would be again, because Daniel got that goddamn phone call because that goddamn asshole had lost control on the goddamn road and goddammit, who was he to take Forever away from him and Elizabeth? How dare he? He didn't know his name, didn't want to know his name. He didn't need to. He hated him. That was all that mattered. And maybe he was dead, too, but that didn't fucking matter, because Elizabeth was dead and there would never be a person like her ever again and it was all that goddamn fucking idiot's fault.

And so, because he was Daniel Ezra Teagan and he still had no idea how to cope with grief, he threw himself into his work and writing. Nothing else mattered to him except for work, and writing his poetry. It wasn't that he'd forgotten how to be alive; it's that he had no reason to be alive, now that Elizabeth was gone.

Some people say that art can never come from happiness, and only from pain. Maybe they're right.

Almost two years later, his parents and sister decided to hold an intervention for him. They said it wasn't healthy, what he was doing to himself. He wanted to yell, THAT'S THE WHOLE DAMN POINT. He didn't want to be healthy. He just wanted Elizabeth.

But he needed a break, they said. They'd gotten him a trip on a cruise to ease his mind. He wasn't going to go, they knew that. They'd need to convince him.

"You can write your poetry, there. One with nature and whatnot. Or, at least, the ocean," Sarah had said. "And we'll not bother you about this ever again."

Maybe it couldn't hurt.



FAMILY.
➙ Elizabeth Maria (Kenney) Teagan, wife. Would be 26; died 24.
➙ Isaiah James Teagan, father. 56.
➙ Margaret Anne Teagan, mother. Would be 53; died 40.
➙ Sarah Naomi Teagan, sister. 23.
➙ Jacob Dennis Kenney, father-in-law. 60.
➙ Jane Rachel Kenney, mother-in-law. 58.

❝ AND IF YOU'RE GONE TOMORROW
WHAT WAS OURS STILL WILL BE
I HAVE SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN
NOW THAT I KNOW YOU BELIEVED IN ME ❞

C o n t i n u e d B e l o w

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D a n i e l E z r a T e a g a n / P a r t T w o

❝ AN ANGEL COME TO SAVE ME
WHO DIDN'T EVEN KNOW SHE GAVE ME
SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN
FOR EVEN ONE DAY
ONE DAY MAY BE FOREVER
BUT THAT'S OKAY
THAT'S OKAY ❞

THE MAN HIMSELF, CONT'D...

PERSONALITY. Daniel Ezra Teagan has always had a hard time being his own person. It's true - his parents were somewhat controlling when he was young, and later, as soon as he found something that made him feel slightly less horrible, he gave in to it. Who he loves, what he loves... that becomes him. Daniel's very identity is shaped by the people around him.

Elizabeth Maria Kenney, Daniel believes, is maybe-possibly-probably the greatest person to ever live. She was his everything, and still is. And maybe that's the worst part - Daniel can't move on from the past. He's spent so much time living in the past, reading books, studying history, knowing the old ways of working, that he has no idea how to adjust to change anymore. If he ever did in the first place, even.

He's smart. He knows that. Maybe he's not a genius, but he's certainly smart. Learning is something that he's passionate about. It's one of the only things he even cares about anymore - learning and working and writing and nothing else. Not even himself, really.

Writing is his last connection to Elizabeth, or that's what it feels like to him, anyway. He writes to her, sometimes, in letters, and poems, or even just "I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you," because what if she forgets? What if she forgets how much he loves her? That he promised her forever and he is going to keep that promise even if it kills him, goddamnit?

Elizabeth used to tell him that he thought too much, and he thinks she's wrong about that. There's no such thing about thinking too much. The difference is, Daniel thinks, is that he thinks too much to be happy, and everyone else knows to not think that much because they don't want to be as sad as he is. He can't blame them for that. He can't.

Daniel is a very all-or-nothing person; he loves something or he hates it, and there is no in-between. Everything he does, he does with everything he's got or nothing at all. Elizabeth used to be there to help him find a middle ground. But she's not there, not anymore.

As far as Daniel is concerned, he's probably the most selfish person ever. He wants Elizabeth back - not for her own good, but because he misses her, and he doesn't want to go on living but he's too damn scared to die.

LIKES.
➙ Elizabeth Maria Kenney. No, that's not it... that doesn't do her justice, doesn't do them justice. He doesn't like her, he loves her, with every fiber of his being. Then, now, and forever.
➙ Working. It can keep his mind off of the loneliness that he feels.
➙ Writing poetry. It gives him a means of venting, really. He can write how he feels, how unfair the world is, everything. He can write the story of his life, and only the people who care enough will actually understand it. (Elizabeth did.)

DISLIKES.
➙ Being treated like he's pathetic. And okay, maybe he kind of is. But he's depressed. What do you expect, for him to be a happy ray of sunshine? He lost the person in the world who meant the most to him.
➙ His parents and sister. They're stifling. Being with them is like sitting in a hot car with broken air conditioning and the windows up. Everything with them was about how he should act, how he should feel, how he should do everything, and nothing about what he wanted or needed or fucking can't live without.
➙ Constant reminders of Elizabeth's death. He likes remembering Elizabeth. Loves it, even. But he hates it when people can only focus on the fact that she died, and not on the wonderful person who she was when she was alive.

STRENGTHS + WEAKNESSES.
➙ He is passionate. This is both a strength and a weakness; he may be able to love and devote himself to something with all of his heart, but it will hurt that much more when he loses it. He "cares too much," some say. He thinks they're wrong. He thinks they don't care nearly enough. Conclusion: Both.
➙ He cannot cope with grief. He couldn't when his mother died; he had to repair his heart with the shattered remains of others'. Elizabeth had helped him; he'd been truly, one-hundred-percent happy with her, but now, she's gone, too. And he honestly doesn't know what to do with himself anymore. Conclusion: Weakness.
➙ He is intelligent. He really is - he always got stellar grades when he was in school. He understands things. The English language is something he's always understood more clearly than anything else. He has a passion for learning; that's why he became a teacher. He may not be as well-educated in other fields, but he's been able to retain much of the things he learned in high school and college by keeping his notes and books to read over again annually. Yeah, he's that kind of person. Conclusion: Strength.
➙ He's depressed. It's nothing like the romanticized notions you get in books and television. He just... is broken. Beyond repair, maybe. It would take a lot to get him even close to where he used to be. Like stated before, he is bad at coping with grief. He's only a shadow of who he used to be. Not even a shell. He doesn't drink; he hasn't lowered himself to the level of alcoholism... yet. He doesn't even know anymore. All he knows is that Elizabeth is gone and he no longer has any reasons to live, but he can't bring himself to commit suicide. Conclusion: Weakness.



OTHER.
- Song lyrics from "Something to Believe In," by Alan Menken and from Newsies.
- No faction.
- No weapons, although he could probably defend himself decently if his attacker had no weapons.

❝ AND IF I'M GONE TOMORROW
WHAT WAS OURS STILL WILL BE
I HAVE SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN
NOW THAT I KNOW YOU BELIEVED IN ME ❞

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J u d a s I c h a b o d A l e x a n d e r / P a r t O n e

❛❛ REGRETS COLLECT LIKE OLD FRIENDS
HERE TO RELIVE YOUR DARKEST MOMENTS
I CAN SEE NO WAY, I CAN SEE NO WAY
AND ALL OF THE GHOULS COME OUT TO PLAY
AND EVERY DEMON WANTS HIS POUND OF FLESH
BUT I LIKE TO KEEP SOME THINGS TO MYSELF
I LIKE TO KEEP MY ISSUES DRAWN
IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN ❜❜

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NAME. Judas Ichabod Alexander.
→ First Name / Judas [JOO-das] / "Praise; Thanks" / (view spoiler)[The apostle Judas Iscariot betrayed Jesus Christ for thirty pieces of silver. As a result, the name Judas is used as a synonym for "traitor," and is not often used as a first name. (hide spoiler)]
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→ Last Name / Alexander [ah-lek-ZAND-ur] / "Defending Men" / (view spoiler)[Anglicized version of the Greek name Alexandros. Alexander the Great was an ancient king. Greece was unified by his father, Philip II, but Alexander went on to extend the empire eastwards to the periphery of modern India. There have also been two kings of Scotland named Alexander, and three emperors of Russia. Eight popes have been named Alexander. It is also the name of the first king of Yugoslavia. Alexander Graham Bell was the inventor of the telephone, and Alexander Fleming discovered penicillin. The name was also borne by poet Alexander Pope, Russian author Alexander Pushkin, Russian composer Alexander Scriabin, and former U.S. Secretary of State Alexander Haig. (hide spoiler)]

→ Ichabod has told no one his first name; he has always used his given middle name instead. Some would say that his first name is more "normal" than his middle name, but Ichabod doesn't care. Besides, it's not as if anyone actually calls him Ichabod - no, he answers to Alexander. He's always either Alexander, or Ichabod Alexander. Never anything else.

GENDER. Masculine [XY]

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual; heteroromantic.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Currently in a relationship with Esmeralda Jimenez.

AGE. Twenty-six.

OCCUPATION. Leader of the Pax faction; general store owner.

DATE OF BIRTH. December 30, 1987.



HEADSHOTS...

APPEARANCE.

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FACE CLAIM. Ian Harding.

HAIR COLOR. Dark brown.

EYE COLOR. Deep blue-green. (view spoiler)[ http://data1.whicdn.com/images/921425... (hide spoiler)]

HEIGHT. 6'3"

DISTINCTIVE MARKINGS. Scars on his left wrist - he keeps them covered, almost always, by his watch, and multiple bracelets - some of which from Marin and her friendship bracelet phase - including four handmade, rainbow-colored woven ones (courtesy of Marin), a red rubber livestrong bracelet that says "PEACE ON EARTH" written in green that he found on the ground one day, and one of his father's old bootlaces. Sometimes he also has one of his mother's old hair ribbons tied around his wrist, too, but he doesn't want it to get dirty so that's only on certain days - her birthday, the anniversaries of their deaths, those days when his heart hurts the most. He also has a scar across his right palm, from his initiation into Pax.



ICHABOD UP CLOSE...

HISTORY. Pax. For some of the members, they felt it was the right thing. For others, it was for revenge. For Ichabod... it's everything. Pax is his life. Yes, he has a "real" job, outside of the faction... but that's a means of living, providing a roof over his head.

His parents had never been involved with Pax, really. For most of their lives, Hosea and Azalea Alexander tried to stay away from anything regarding the factions. They were natives to Cam' Tania; they had heard about what the factions could do to people. The evils things that they would do. The dangerous things that they would do. And like intelligent human beings - which they were - they avoided these cults factions.

Growing up, Ichabod was a pretty happy child. Sure, he was teased for his name, but that was okay. He'd go home, and his mom would be making some delicious snack for him, and when his dad got home from work, he'd tell him about the fishing adventures he used to have. For six-year-old Ichabod Alexander, life was perfect.

Things only got better when his sister was born - Marin, her name was, with hair the same color as his, and big, wide brown eyes. As soon as he met her, he knew that he'd love her. And he did. They were always close, Ichabod and Marin. He'd play with her; she'd listen when he told her stories from school. When she was a bit older, she started her friendship bracelet phase - for Ichabod, too, because, she said, he was her bestest friend in the whole wide world. Or, at least, the whole wide island.

When Marin was seven and Ichabod was thirteen was when he noticed the change. His father would come home later from work, and more tired. His mother would tuck him in carefully every night, refusing to go to bed early, no matter how tired she was.

His whole life, Ichabod had heard the stories of the factions. He'd never paid much attention to them - they couldn't really be that bad, no way.

No one could be that bad.

But then one day, his dad didn't come home from work, and one of his employees came running to the Alexander household the next morning, fear across his features. Azalea said she needed to go see. Ichabod insisted on going along, and his mother refused to let him go, because he needed to watch Marin for her.

And so, like the curious young teenager he was, he told Marin to stay in her room and play with her dolls, and he followed his mom.

Behind the counter, there was his dad - bloody, on the ground, with the insignia of one of the factions carved into his chest with a knife.

After that, Ichabod believed the stories of the factions. Life went on - he had to help his mom run the shop, had to help Marin with her homework, had to do his own work. It wasn't easy, but he could do it. He was Ichabod Alexander, and he was going to make his dad proud if it was the last thing he ever did.

For five years, things were fine. But then he noticed that his mother was always worried, always tired, and something was very much wrong. He had a gut feeling that there was trouble with factions again, but anytime he asked his mom, she brushed it off, saying he had nothing to worry about and she was just getting old.

But then one day, he woke in the middle of the night to the shattering of glass, but by the time he got to his mother's room, whoever had been there was gone, and all that was left was his mother's dead body, the same insignia which had been on his father traced into her stomach.

A week later, he took the blood oath and swore loyalty to the faction of Pax. The name itself meant peace; this was the right choice, for him, and for Marin. When he swore loyalty, they swore revenge against the faction that killed his parents. When he swore loyalty, they swore to protect Marin - and what else mattered, really? Becoming a member of Pax was a small price to pay: Marin was protected, he got vengeance, and he was doing the right thing by avenging the other people who had been hurt by the factions.

It was going to be okay.

Until it wasn't okay at all, because one day, when he got home from work at his parents' old store, Marin was dead. Just like his dad had been. Just like his mom had been. Dead. Killed. Murdered.

The following months he spent planning his first strike, formulating a plan to take vengeance on the faction which killed his family. And it worked - during a mandatory meeting, which all of the members had been attending, they blocked the doors and set fire to the building.

It was the right thing to do.

Wasn't it? He was not the only one hurt by those people; he was one of many. They deserved to die, to suffer the same fate as their victims. They deserved to burn, like they would in Hell. They deserved it. As he continued planning strikes against the factions, continued on his crusade for justice on the island, he tried not to think of it as killing - he was working toward peace. It was going to be more than okay - it would be good.

And he was doing the right thing.

About two months after his twenty-first birthday, the old leader of Pax, a sharp, older woman named Hilda Burke died suddenly of a heart attack. And so, for the faction of Pax, an election was in order. When he was nominated by his peers, his heart swelled with pride. He'd never felt so... important. His parents would be so proud of him, their little boy, all grown up. And he'd make sure of that.

And when he won the election, he made a promise to the faction of Pax: that he would fight for peace, continue this unending crusade for justice, until the moment that he died.

FAMILY.
→ Hosea Alexander, father.
→ Azalea Alexander, mother.
→ Marin Alexander, sister.

❛❛ AND I'VE BEEN A FOOL AND I'VE BEEN BLIND
I CAN NEVER LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND
I CAN SEE NO WAY, I CAN SEE NO WAY
I'M ALWAYS DRAGGING THAT HORSE AROUND
OUR LOVE IS PASTURED, SUCH A MOURNFUL SOUND
TONIGHT I'M GONNA BURY THAT HORSE IN THE GROUND
SO I LIKE TO KEEP MY ISSUES DRAWN
BUT IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN ❜❜

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J u d a s I c h a b o d A l e x a n d e r / P a r t T w o

❛❛ AND I AM DONE WITH MY GRACELESS HEART
SO TONIGHT I'M GONNA CUT IT OUT AND THEN RESTART
'CAUSE I LIKE TO KEEP MY ISSUES DRAWN
IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN
AND IT'S HARD TO DANCE WITH A DEVIL ON YOUR BACK
AND GIVEN HALF THE CHANCE WOULD I TAKE ANY OF IT BACK
IT'S A FINE ROMANCE BUT IT'S LEFT ME SO UNDONE
IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN ❜❜

ICHABOD UP CLOSE, CONT'D...

PERSONALITY. Ichabod Alexander was born a leader. Okay, so maybe that's an exaggeration, but it's not far off.

He's always had great perfect skills - the beloved little boy on the street, who would help nice old Mrs. Hiney down the street carry her groceries in, or the little boy who would stand up to bullies on the playground. That was always Ichabod. Growing up, he always had a clear sense of what was right and what was wrong.

As he grew older and adversity clouded his life, his moral compass started spinning. What was right anymore? Was it okay to kill? An eye for an eye, right? Quickly enough, Ichabod learned how to justify his thoughts and actions, at least to himself.

Now, he's not sure of anything, really, except that he's made a promise to the Pax and that he intends of keeping it. So maybe he won't die a hero, won't die righteous. But he'll die a man of his word. And that's what really matters, right?

See, Ichabod's sense of duty has always been somewhat overpowering. He always has to do the right thing, or at least the best choice in the situation. He has to protect people. He has to avenge the victims. He has to protect the incapable. He doesn't have to be some big, flashy hero - it's the little things in life that matter, like the way his mother would cook dinner every night or the bracelets that Marin would be so excited to give to him. It's that which matters.

And so maybe he's driven, maybe he's a leader, maybe nothing will hinder him from achieving his goal. But he's still the little boy who saw his dead father, who woke up to his mother dead, who came home to his sister gone, and he always will be. Maybe he's moved on with life because the earth doesn't stop turning for one person, but he's never going to be "over it." He never will be, ever, because it will never have been okay that they were killed. But he has to be okay, because Pax needs him and he loves Pax because they have become his family. And maybe he's not over it, but he can put it behind him enough to keep on living.

He only hopes he can make them proud.

LIKES.
→ Justice. It's the whole reason why he joined Pax in the first place.
→ Organization. He's not OCD, but he's definitely obsessive compulsive about some things. Everything needs to be organized - he's a bit of a neat freak.
→ Sentimental things. Ichabod is a very sentimental person, definitely. Hence the bracelets he wears on his wrist. It's the little things that matter.
→ Words of affirmation. It's his "love language" - he needs to hear that he's loved, that he's doing a good job, that he's not a total failure, or else he'll completely lose faith in himself.
→ Being needed. He likes feeling important. It gives him a purpose, a duty.

DISLIKES.
→ The other factions. What they do - what they do to people, to families, it's just plain wrong. And they need to be stopped.
→ Lazy people. Everyone's got a job to do, somewhere to be - so they better get up off their lazy butt and do it.
→ Failing. He can't stand it. It makes him feel stupid, worthless, weak... terrible... like he's dishonoring the memories of his parents and Marin.
→ Not being able to reach a compromise. For something to work, people have to at least try to get along. Things have to work out.
→ Knives. He refuses to fight with a blade of any sort; that's how his family was killed. He knows hand-to-hand combat, and is surprisingly good with guns. But no knives - never knives.

STRENGTHS + WEAKNESSES.
→ Intense. He's very intense about everything - passionate, maybe. Everything he does, he does with everything he has. He really does care deeply about people, about things, and that's how he lives. But when he loses, or fails... it destroys him, and he's counted on to pick himself up and fix it himself.
→ He's supposed to be a leader; and leaders shouldn't fall down. The people of the Pax faction expect him to be something along the lines of indestructible, and he's not. He's human. He gets hurt. But he can't ask for help; that would be showing too much weakness. He has to suffer alone.
→ Ichabod Alexander is a very charming, charismatic man. It's not necessarily artificial. But he can talk to people, get them on his side. He knows how to get what he wants, and by God, he will get it. Whether it's a few nice words or favors, he knows what he needs to do and he will do whatever to get it.
→ He's very goal-driven and determined. He's very focused on what he does, and it's incredibly important to him. Sometimes he'll work himself sick planning, but that's okay, as long as the raid turns out successful.
→ He's idealistic. He has great ideas, great plans for people - but some of them are unattainable, but he can't seem to let go.
→ Self-sacrifice. He's willing to give up everything for the sake of someone else. And maybe the time hasn't come yet, but it might, and when it comes about, then you better bet that he'd give his life to save another.

OTHER. Song lyrics from "Shake it Out" by Florence + the Machine; name facts from babynamesworld.parentsconnect.com and sheknows.com.

❛❛ AND I'M DAMNED IF I DO AND I'M DAMNED IF I DON'T
SO HERE'S TO DRINKS IN THE DARK AT THE END OF MY ROAD
AND I'M READY TO SUFFER AND I'M READY TO HOPE
IT'S A SHOT IN THE DARK AIMED RIGHT AT MY THROAT
'CAUSE LOOKING FOR HEAVEN, FOUND THE DEVIL IN ME
LOOKING FOR HEAVEN, FOUND THE DEVIL IN ME
WELL WHAT THE HELL, I'M GOING TO LET IT HAPPEN TO ME ❜❜

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PART ONE

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{Member of Pax.}

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[Fɪʀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ] Esmeralda
[Mɪᴅᴅʟᴇ Nᴀᴍᴇ] Clover
[Lᴀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ]Santos (Saan-toes)

[Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ] Esme {or} Blaze

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[Eʀᴀ] 2014
[Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] July 22, 1991
[Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] Mexico, Acapulco.


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[Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ] Bisexual; heteroromantic.

[relaтιonѕнιp ѕтaтυeѕ:] Currently in a relationship with Alexander.


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[Cᴀᴘᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs/sᴋɪʟʟs]

~ Acrobatics & boxing
~ Stealthiness & Grace
~ Beauty
~ Intelligence
~ Creativity
~ Literary



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[Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ] Sara Sampaio





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[Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ] Mahogany brown, gets a red hue under the sunlight, that cascades in waves below her shoulders.


[Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ] Sea blue with amber in the middle, changes to emerald green depending on mood, surrounding by natural long, thick lashes.

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[Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ] Smooth olive tan skin.

[Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 5'7

[Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 115

[Bᴏᴅʏ sʜᴀᴘᴇ] Hourglass

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[sᴄᴇɴᴛ] A light scent of fresh rain, wet ground.

{Pitch of Voice:} Velvety and femininely deep, becomes breathy and echoes slightly when whispers, and is strong and clear when talking to loud crowds. Her age and youth is still in the voice. Very pleasurable to listen to and is often described 'sexy' by other males and the type that many women envy.


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тнε тωσ тε∂∂ү вεαяs: The birth of Esmeralda and her fraternal twin sister, Daniella.

gσℓ∂εη нεαят: The night her mother died, she said to Esme that she had a heart of gold. Those were the last words to her before she died from cancer.

ειғғεℓ тσωεя: When she went to Paris, France the first time and found her first love and had her first real heartbreak at the age of seventeen.

sαιℓ вσαт: When she first came to Cam'tania on a boat.

αηgεℓιтε gεмsтσηε: A stone that is believed to bring peace; something she's willing to try, being member of Pax, and was given by her sister.

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Scars on her right wrist, when she was bullied during her elementary and middle school years, that are hidden by the multiple bangles.

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Going out.



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Adventurous/Daredevil: Loves the thrill of doing something adrenaline inducing, though has her own quiet side.

Amiable: Esmeralda can be very pleasant and friendly towards people, tries to be equally as amiable towards those she dislikes.

Appreciative: Knowing that she has what she needs, she doesn't mind that she doesn't have some of the things she wants and is grateful for even having what she has. Including her family, friends, and boyfriend.

Athletic: Occasionally boxes in her medium sized workout room she has in her home, and loves swimming. Though she's not always up for exercising.

Literate: Writing and reading are one of the things she enjoys the most and has a habit of coming up with plots and ideas. For those who look for her, they can usually find her reading a book or writing in her journal or notebook. She can finish a large, thick book in the matter of a day with her quick reading, all while remembering most or all of the events and happenings in them. Remembers most of the books she'd read and their authors.


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Artistic: Another thing she loves is Art and when inspired, she'll draw on whatever she can.

Creative: Her other traits such as artistic and literate obviously come from this trait. Ideas and plans come easily to her and is great for creating things.

Clever: After years of reading since childhood, it improved her GPA and became one of the most intelligent people in her university. She can learn a language very quickly and recall most of her childhood and teen memories, and learn other things instantly.

Loyal: Knowing how betrayal feels first-handed, she will choose carefully to who to be loyal to and will be by their/that side no matter if the time's hard or not. To someone, she'll offer her own life for them and hope the enemy will accept in exchange for the one she's with is safe.

Considerate/Honest: The thought of hurting someone emotionally saddens her and often beats around the bush but eventually tells the truth about something. When she wants or has to be, she'll be brutally honest and at times unintentionally hurt the person but know that it's for the best. Though when she thinks it is better, she'll refuse to tell the truth and keep it to herself.

Curious: Learning things such as a new language, topic, culture, history, or anything of that matter that interests her can lead her into doing courageous and sometimes unbelievable acts in order to discover what she wants to find.

Debonair: Depending on who she's with, she can be charming, confident, and is stylish at most.

Disciplined: She often keeps her feelings and thoughts to herself, having been told that it would cause less drama and trouble, and can be also described as reserved but has her times where she would loosen up quite a bit.

Generous: Even if she has a few things to give, she'll hand them in for someone who has lesser than her and has sympathy for them. She knows her limit though and will often feel bad if she can't give to those need it.

Logical: Even in taught situations, she will try to reason with the person who's aiming the danger towards her or the innocent with logical reasons as to why not act rashly or similar to it. She'll try to make others see the way she does and hopefully change their minds.

Mature/Childish: There's really no side to whether she is mature or like a child, it really depends on who she is with and the situation. Most of the time she's neutral with people unless with someone mischievous or a child.

Family Oriented: Family is one of the most important aspects of her life, without them she'll feel vulnerable and without comfort. Children are one of her weaknesses and feels blissful even playing with the young, wishes to have a family before in her mid-twenties.

Lazy: She tends to get lazy in the morning and prefers to stay in bed or in home, reading, writing, or just listening to music but often is pulled out by those who come to get her outside and socialize.



Tends to become lazy.

Impatient: Hates it when having to wait for someone to arrive or something to happen, gets irritated when that happens and gets short tempered because of it.

Playful: When comfortable or when wants to ease the tension between someone, she can be playful and tease the person. A gentle nudge or if the person's ticklish, she'll do it to make the situation or conversation easier.

Short Tempered: A trait inherited by her deceased mother, she often gets angered easily and will raise her voice or tap her foot impatiently. One of the three reasons in why she boxes, the others being because she simply enjoys it and to get stronger.

Protective: When someone she cares about or an innocent is in trouble or danger, she will try to save them, and if they get yelled at she will shout even fiercer to the one who did it without hesitation.

Reliable/Understanding: People can always confide their deepest secrets with her without fear of her telling or just simply asking her to do an important task for them, as she will try as hard as she can to complete it successfully. One can also use her as a rock to hold on to and expect her to comfort them as much as she can while trying or is understanding their pain or reason as to why they did what they did.

Sensitive: When criticized, she will take it at heart but most of the time not show it. One of her flaws is also her lack of self confidence in her looks, one she tries to hide so hard but people close to her can at times see through it. Gruesome sights such as blood and needles hit her nervous system, making it one of her dislikes and flaws.

Boyish: Despite her girlish outfits, she doesn't mind getting dirty and often laughs when she does. Prefers horror movies, thrill rides, Marvel, and other male things over chick flicks and cheesy actions and saying any day.

Competitive/Daring: She enjoys competing against a person and sometimes is the one who dares the other. Hates losing but doesn't show it most of the times and feels proud when won. Likes trying out new things and even when unsure, she'll try to see how it will go.

Cute/Shy: When in a relationship, she can be shy around the person and stutter a bit when intimately close to the person. She can be a bit flirty, depending on her mood and comfortableness with the person, though once comfortable she's very affectionate and loving.

Messy: One of her weaknesses and dislikes about herself, is that she can be very messy at times and loses or can't find possessions at times because of it. Before a guest comes to her house, her room is disorganized with bed unmade and art, literary materials spread around the room with the rest of the house a bit.

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]|I{•------» α∂υℓαтιση «------•}I|[

[Pʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs] {Likes}
➢ Literary; Writing & Reading
➢ Midnight walks
➢ Boxing & Swimming
➢ Music
➢ Dark chocolate & gummy bears
➢ Dancing
➢ To some extend: children, family, and her boyfriend.
➢ Piano
➢ Acrobatics, sword fighting, and surfing

[Sᴜᴘᴇʀɪᴏʀɪᴛᴇs] {Strengths}
➢ Intelligence; GPA
➢ Writing & Reading
➢ Learning skills
➢ Singing
➢ Creativity; ideas & plans
➢ Intensity of eyes
➢ Natural beauty
➢ Stamina

]|I{•------» αвнσяяεηcε «------•}I|[

[Dɪsɢᴜsᴛs] [Dislikes]

➣ Gruesome sights; blood and needles
➢ Ungrateful, rude people
➢ Cold nights
➢ Females with no dignity
➢ Most of the factions and their want for violence.
➢ Those who're too childish and doesn't take anything serious

[Iɴғᴇʀɪᴏʀɪᴛɪᴇs] {Weaknesses}

➢ Gruesome sights; blood and needles
➢ Family & close friends
➢ Her 'daughter', Angel {English Bulldog pup} and her fraternal twin sister, Daniella
➢ Personality traits; Sensitive, short temper, family oriented, and protectiveness


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]|I{•------» вαcкsтσяү «------•}I|[

[Bᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ]


Born as one of the twins, her other being Alison Nicole, and in the modern like city of Acapulco, Mexico, her family were there for their first five years of the girls until they decided to move to Chicago in the US.

Growing up in the Windy City wasn't as great for Esmeralda, barely able to tolerate the below zero winters, and grew up to be a well mannered, pleasant, and loved child with her sister. After ten years of being in there, they moved yet again to LA, much to Alison's and Esmeralda's delight. They later grew up to the high modern life of the city and while Esmeralda changed for the better, Alison did not. Their mother, Florence Castillo, died from terminal cancer when the twins were sixteen.

A year later, after Esmeralda graduated from Los Angeles EC high school with a scholarship, the best in LA, she decided to go live somewhere far out of the city where her mother died in and move into a secluded, peaceful island that is also far from the the States. A friend of hers told her about where she lived and didn't warn her about the factions, thus her sailing to Cam'tania, Australia. She often misses her family back in Los Angeles and despises that there're no ways to communicate to the outside world.


]|I{•------» яεℓαтισηsнιρs «------•}I|[

[Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ] {Rogelio Castillo, 43
[Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ] {Florence Castillo, 37, deceased}



[Aʟʟɪᴇs] {Friends}

➢ The Pax

[Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs]

➢ The factions.


CONTINUED BELOW

[♛ Deceitful Angel | | Royal Corazón ♛]

PART THREE


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]|I{•------» Member «------•}I|[


[Hᴏᴍᴇ] {Accommodation}


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Esmerlada's Bedroom:





Her bed has silk, cream colored bedsheets, floral beige bedding, and simple but soft and comfortable dark and light chocolate brown pillows.


Living Room:









Outside, facing the ocean:


Dining Room & it's wall mirror:





Outside, facing the house from ocean:



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[Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs] {Optional, can be replaced with items}



]|I{•------» мιscεℓℓαηεσυs «------•}I|[

Has a female English bulldog puppy named Angel that her father had gifted her a few weeks back.


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[[deleted user]]

Hey, Anna. You're gonna need to edit your character just a tiny bit... Maufitz no longer exists. I basically have the same clan and character though... XD

[♛ Deceitful Angel | | Royal Corazón ♛]

Whoops, sorry I forgot to edit that part! XD Right away Captain! *playful salute*

[[deleted user]]

Give me a minute for you actually can edit it, lol. XD Accidentally deleted the topic I had up for Vaas's faction.

[♛ Deceitful Angel | | Royal Corazón ♛]

Done! :)

[[deleted user]]

Accepted.

[♛ Deceitful Angel | | Royal Corazón ♛]

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{Only Child of ex-Alpha of Lupus, recently made as new Alpha.}

]|I{•------»Camila «------•}I|[


[Fɪʀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ] Camila
[Mɪᴅᴅʟᴇ Nᴀᴍᴇ] Pandora
[Lᴀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ] Hadriunus

[Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ] Cam {or} Pandora {or} Luna


]|I{•------» 17 «------•}I|[

[Eʀᴀ] 2014
[Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] July 13, 1997
[Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] Cam'tania, Australia


]|I{•------» Female «------•}I|[

[Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ] Bisexual


{Below section optional}
]|I{•------» Alpha/Luna «------•}I|[

[Cᴀᴘᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs/sᴋɪʟʟs]
~ Archery {Taught by her mother and was made one for her birthday.}
~ Climbing
~ Acrobatics & Flexibility
~ Stealthiness &Grace
~ Beauty
~ Silence
~ Shadowing blending & lethalness
~ Vocals {Singing, can change pitch and tone.}



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]|I{•------» ρнүsιcαℓ αρραяιтιση «------•}I|[

[Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ] Kendall Jenner






[Hᴀɪʀsᴛʏʟᴇ]

Camila tends to leave it down in their natural silky locks that curl at the ends, with her long bangs. When up, she ties it up in a high pony tail with her long side bangs framing her face elegantly.

[Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ]

Rich, dark chocolate brown occasionally streaked with natural lighter brown highlights.

[Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ]

Intense, intelligent liquid chocolate brown eyes that lightens or darkens depending on surroundings or mood, has black ring around the iris. They have a mirror-like shine that reflects like dark water, eyes surrounded with natural thick, long lashes that curl.

[Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ] Medium olive skin that had a light yellow undertone {Like in picture.}.

[Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 5'6

[Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 116

[Bᴏᴅʏ sʜᴀᴘᴇ] Almost hourglass, lean toned long legs, and big bosom.

[sᴄᴇɴᴛ] Natural scent of fresh rain and wet ground.

{Pitch of Voice:} Velvety and smokey, slightly deeper than normal yet attractive and most of the time can be called 'sexy', as weird as that descriptions is. Echoes slightly when doing it slightly deeper than normal, like in back of throat. When softened or whispering, it can be breathy and yet deep. Very pleasant to listen to. When wants to or angered, her voice becomes loud and strong, when announcing and talking to her tribe it's also crystal clear.


[Dɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜɪɴɢ Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs]



]|I{•------» cℓσтнιηg sтүℓε «------•}I|[

[Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ]



The metal plates, thin chains, and bracelets are made of gold, the upper and bottom part of the attire is made out of dried yet soft grass that has taken a medium chestnut color along. The stones around her are real rubies stolen from the pirates, and some of the straps are strong, extremely durable vines.

Mostly out of village.



[Fᴏʀᴍᴀʟ]





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]|I{•------» мεηтαℓιтү «------•}I|[

[Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ]

Being born and made for being a powerful leader, she's extremely intelligent and calculating, and can be stoic and cold to those she is rivals with. Short tempered, she's the type to question the person who challenges her with wisdom and reading their body language. Taking it from her mother, she's a daredevil and virtuoso, loves adrenaline inducing experiences and music, which makes sense since she has extremely beautiful vocals and sings only to herself and the children of Lupus. Some women would say she acts like a male at times instead of a girl, being bold and the danger. Yet most agree of her to be a fit leader with her natural born aura of power, confidence, mostly honesty, sense of humor while simultaneously serious and mature, creativity, and intuition. She has her times were she turns insecure of herself or a certain problem and will still try to fix it or move on. Family oriented and mostly amiable, she loves the children of Lupus and visualizes herself with her own often all while remembering of her responsibilities as a leader.

Though she's the Alpha, she's still young therefore she needs advice and someone she's able to trust her problems with. Can be independent and harsh at times.

]|I{•------» α∂υℓαтιση «------•}I|[

[Pʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs] {Likes}
➢ Piano
➢ Fresh fallen rain
➢ The ocean
➢ Hunting & climbing
➢ Children
➢ Gemstones
➢ Music & Art
➢ Canines & reptiles
➢ Dark chocolate
➢ The sight of the colorful sunset & dark night sky, along with the peaceful silence it has.




[Sᴜᴘᴇʀɪᴏʀɪᴛᴇs] {Strengths}
➢ Archery
➢ Swordsman
➢ Stealthiness
➢ Climbing
➢ Beauty
➢ Intelligence
➢ Maturity

]|I{•------» αвнσяяεηcε «------•}I|[

[Dɪsɢᴜsᴛs] {Dislikes}

➣ The cold temperature
➣ No one knows since she hides it but bloody and gory sights
➣ Ungrateful, disrespectful people
➣ Her short temper
➣ Despises the Maufitz
➣ Rowdy crowds
➣ Having weaknesses


[Iɴғᴇʀɪᴏʀɪᴛɪᴇs] {Weaknesses}





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]|I{•------» вαcкsтσяү «------•}I|[

[Bᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ]

Born as the first and only daughter of Myra Hadriunus, she was raised to be a even greater leader than her own mother and taught all weaponry skills, and trained all day to increase her speed and stamina, thus making her the fastest Lupusyan and possibly person on the island. Not knowing or being told of her father, she idolized and looked up to her mother, since she did everything for Camila for her to be happy and ready for the position as the next leader. After her mother's death, she went into depression and secluded herself from the tribe then realizing what she was doing was against what she had taught her, she came back and took the Alpha position.

]|I{•------» яεℓαтισηsнιρs «------•}I|[

[Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ] {Unknown}
[Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ] {Myra Hadriunus, 35, Ex-Alpha now deceased}


[Aʟʟɪᴇs] {Friends}

➢

[Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs]

➢ All Maufitz members


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[Hᴏᴍᴇ] {Accommodation}



Extremely hidden by the tall trees surrounding it, leaving only a gap at the very top where one can look out and see all of the island's wild side.

All are in the same room; A large bed, work desk that simultaneously is her dinner table, and the kitchen. Simple and small but only the necessary since Camila is almost never home, she prefers being in the tribe's main social place or alone, exploring more of the island, or just hunting for Lupus.




[Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs] {Optional, can be replaced with items}



A gift passed on from her mother, the Hadriunus family has had it for generations.


]|I{•------» мιscεℓℓαηεσυs «------•}I|[

Has beautiful vocals that she can change pitch and tone, but mostly sounds singing like this;

http://youtu.be/YN4qD7DWbiY

[[deleted user]]

Anyone who included Cam'Tania in their histories or anything must change it to Cinerie Bordana. ^_^ Sorry, forgot about that.

[dany]

Come on take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane

Name
First Name: Scarlett
Middle Name: Rose
Last Name: Beauregard
Nickname(s): RARELY Carly, and then only by her closest friends.
Pronunciation: SKAR-let rohz bohr-EH-gard
Origin: Scarlett or Scarlet is a feminine name derived from an English surname with an occupational meaning, referring to a person who sold cloth of scarlet. It gained popularity due to the character Scarlett O'Hara in Margaret Mitchell's best-selling novel Gone with the Wind and the film adaptation. The Normans introduced it to England in the forms Roese and Rohese. From an early date it was associated with the word for the fragrant flower rose (derived from Latin rosa). When the name was revived in the 19th century, it was probably with the flower in mind. The story of the name Beauregard begins in the French province of Limousin in medieval times. Beauregard was a name for someone who lived in Limousin. The name may also be a nickname for a person who lived in a place of exceptional beauty, for the name translates as "beautiful to look at." There is another possibility; the name may be a nickname, given to an exceptionally good looking person, or perhaps it could be a nickname given ironically. This makes this name polygenetic. A polygenetic name is a name that may have more than one origin and may have been adopted by several groups of people more or less independently of each other.



Age
Real Age: 26
Apparent Age: In her early twenties
Date of Birth: November 13th, 1987
Time of Birth: 5:20pm
Place of Birth: Rome, Italy
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio (view spoiler)[Scorpio is the eighth sign of the zodiac, and that shouldn't be taken lightly -- nor should Scorpios! Those born under this sign are dead serious in their mission to learn about others. There's no fluff or chatter for Scorpios, either; these folks will zero in on the essential questions, gleaning the secrets that lie within. Scorpios concern themselves with beginnings and endings, and are unafraid of either; they also travel in a world that is black and white and has little use for gray. The curiosity of Scorpios is immeasurable, which may be why they are such adept investigators. These folks love to probe and know how to get to the bottom of things. The fact that they have a keen sense of intuition certainly helps. The Scorpion symbolizes Scorpio, and that is no accident. Much like the Scorpion would rather kill itself than be killed, those born under this sign are in ultimate control of their destiny. It is life on the Scorpion's terms, too, since these folks promote their agenda (they are quite the executives) and see to it that things go forward. Others may find this overbearing (it can be) and even self-destructive, but that's the beauty of the Scorpio: they have tremendous regenerative powers, much like the literal Scorpion can lose its tail and promptly grow a new one. Fearless Scorpios rarely lose; they just keep on going, since they are stubborn and determined to succeed (this Scorpio trait is in keeping with the Fixed Quality assigned to this sign). Scorpios work as hard as they do so they can someday sit back and feel satisfied with themselves. These folks are intense, passionate and filled with desire. They're also complex and secretive, so don't expect to get much out of them, lest they become suspicious and exit stage left. It's best not to bet against Scorpios, either, since these folks are surprisingly resourceful. Scorpio is ruled by Mars and Pluto. Mars was the God of War in ancient Roman mythology and is the first (and most ancient) ruler of Scorpio. When Pluto was discovered in the 20th century, it was also assigned to this sign. Pluto was known as the God of the Underworld in ancient Roman times, so when coupled with Mars, expect some intense energy to head toward Scorpions here on Earth. This planetary combo makes for people who are motivated, penetrating and aware. Scorpions don't miss much, since they are highly attuned to the vibrations of others. They are intuitive, probing and very focused on knowing who's who and what's what. Scorpios can lose their temper (and even become vengeful) when someone gets in their way, so it's best to give them plenty of room. Remember, they're unafraid, and a loss today simply means an opportunity for victory tomorrow. The Element associated with Scorpio is Water. As opposed to the 'roiling seas' seen in other Water Signs, a better motto for Scorpios would be 'still waters run deep.' Those born under this sign are as emotional as their waterborne brethren, it's just that they're not as likely to show it. The Scorpio's emotions are repressed, kept under cover. Again, these are secrets to be used another day. That said, be aware that these folks are clever, perceptive and always in the mix. Their ability to see into things can sometimes be a curse for Scorpios, however, since they can take an insignificant matter and turn it into a huge slight. Beware the Scorpio who feels crossed! These folks can turn vindictive in no time flat. Luckily, once Scorpios catch their breath, they will return to their usual determined and loyal (albeit strong-willed) ways. Finally, while Scorpios aren't above some subtle manipulation to get what they want, they'd much rather take a scientific, even mystical path. The Scorpio-born are powerful and passionate, qualities that serve them well, as long as they don't let them deteriorate into self-indulgence or compulsion. Scorpios love competition in both work and play, which is why they'll air it out in sports and games. Extreme sports are right up Scorpio's alley, as is most anything that will test their mettle. They've got to have an adversary, since it makes the game that much more fun. Scorpio's colors? Powerful red and serious black. When it comes to love, though, Scorpios soften up a bit and are caring and devoted with their lovers, even if they do hold on a bit tight. Scorpios are also lusty in the extreme (how else?), so they need to be mindful of their reproductive organs. The great strength of the Scorpio-born is in their determination, passion and motivation. Scorpios don't know the word quit, which is why they usually get the job done. A powerhouse? Like no other. (hide spoiler)]



Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual. Who cares, right?
Relationship Status: Single and not currently looking



Species: Human
Abilities: None



Appearance: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Complexion: She is tan, even in the winter seasons.
Hair Color: Blonde; somewhere between middle of straw blonde and honey.
Hair Length: Short, somewhere around her neck.
Hair Style: Curly
Facial Features: She has a Greek nose and a normally sized face. Her teeth are perfect, and her eyebrows are near that. Her eyelashes are a bit long. Her left eye has a patch-shaped scar underneath it, and she has since forgotten how she got it. She has full lips.
Eye Color: Emerald green; quite the unique color.
Measurements: 36-25-36
Body Type: She is toned, that's for sure. Years of running around do the body good. She could be considered curvy if you looked from afar, but if you spoke it aloud you'd get punched. Right in the mouth.
Height: 5’ 9”
Weight: 150lbs
Foot Size: 8 US women's
Apparel: Something like this, usually.
Blood Type: B+
Make Up: Red lipstick
Markings/Imperfections: She has a birthmark on her left palm that is in the shape of a raindrop.
Scent: She generally smells like sea water.




Personality: Scarlett is a serious person, and she is like that even around friends. However, she does enjoy the company of others and will act caring if the need arises. She has common sense, but she is pretty smart otherwise. She is in control of her own destiny and is NOT persuaded easily. She can be seductive at times, since that’s just the way she is. She is a hard worker and determined.
IQ: 110
Habits: A nervous tic of hers is to twirl her hair ends
Hobbies: She enjoys wrestling and pillaging
Likes: Her weapons, her ship, men, lipstick, rain, stealing
Dislikes: Skirts, children, dirty things, bugs
Disabilities: She likes to keep things clean.
Fears: She’s afraid of dying, but she doesn’t let anyone know, nor does she let it keep her down.
Life Philosophy/Motto: "If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal." -Daniel Nayeri
Skills: She’s sneaky, so stealing and stuff like that come easy to her. She’s not bad with weapons, either, or hand to hand.

Continuation Below

[dany]

Continuation From Above



History
Scarlett was born in scenic Rome, Italy in 1987. Her mother was a poor bakery owner, but her father was an important member of an complex and serious business. They married, and the family continued in the richer side of life.
She wasn’t much different from her adult self as to when she was a child, except maybe that she was more fun and loving.
She went traveling the world after she graduated high school to figure out what she wanted to do in life. She found Cinerie Bordana, and decided to stay there, joining a small faction of people in the northeast portion of the island. However, she was kicked out for speaking of witchcraft.
So she formed her own faction, a faction of female pirates in 2010. She called it Kvinner, which is Norwegian for women. Her ship, which she traded for and bought, is called the Mestiere. It means craft in Italian.
She might just practice witchcraft(chanting, dancing naked, etc.) with her fellow Kvinner members.
Race/Ethnicity: White, Italian
Family: Her mother was nothing but a poor Italian woman, her father an important businessman there. They live in Italy.
Occupation: Pirate
Residency: She lives in a hut in the middle of the island, however, her ship suffices.
Religion: N/A
Political Views: N/A
Accent: Italian
Education: She went to high school, but that’s all she graduated from. She has more common sense than anything.
Finances: Stealing is her main source of income.
Belongings: The Mestiere. That’s her ship. She also has a Bowie knife and a .45 pistol- modern weapons, old time clothing.


Choose your last words, this is the last time
Cause you and I, we were born to die

[[deleted user]]

Approved.

[Captain Cheesecake, "Be Yourself. Everyone else is taken:)]

Name: Penelope Asep

Age: 25

Gender: female

Appearance: {Penelope Cruz}



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Occupation: She steals things for a living. She also likes to use her charm to get boys to give her money and things.

Faction: Pirates

Weaponry: She usually likes a gun. She will take a sword if she has to, though. She's pretty good with it.

Relationship Status: single

Family:
Mother: Uni Asep
Father: Contin Asep

Personality:

She is the type that uses her wits and looks to get things. Most guys would fall for her in a heart beat, but she likes to play around a little.

History:

She was once in love. That person left her. Stranded. On an island!!!!! What a great groom to be!!!!!! Oh, how likes to get revenge on all men for that bad one.

Other:

Has a strong spanish accent, for she was born there.

[[deleted user]]

Approved.

[Captain Cheesecake, "Be Yourself. Everyone else is taken:)]

Thank you and that was the fastest anyone has ever approved anything of mine.

[[deleted user]]

Lol.

[Captain Cheesecake, "Be Yourself. Everyone else is taken:)]

It's true!!

[Captain Cheesecake, "Be Yourself. Everyone else is taken:)]

wanna rp?

[[deleted user]]

Don't have a character yet.

[Captain Cheesecake, "Be Yourself. Everyone else is taken:)]

oooohhhh. I'll make Even real quick like while you make yours.

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I'm gonna take a long time as usual, lol.

[Captain Cheesecake, "Be Yourself. Everyone else is taken:)]

((okay, gtg))


Name: Even Ramsbo



Age: 24


Gender: male


Appearance: {Ross Lynch}


Occupation: He doesn't like to steal that much, but he does.


Faction: Pirates


Weaponry: shot gun


Relationship Status: single


Family:
Mother: Catilini Ramsbo
Father: Satmi Ramsbo
History:
Even was a very messed up child. Even though he did, he turned out to be a pretty nice person.





Personality:
He's actually very nice for a pirate. He will still kill if he needs to. Most of the time, he will kill.

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All approved.

[dany]

The truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain’t going away

Name
First Name: Blaire
Middle Name: Belle
Last Name: Brooks
Nickname(s): B
Pronunciation: bhlair bell brooks
Origin: Blaire is a transferred use of the Scottish surname derived from place-names containing the Gaelic element blár (plain, level field): hence, "dweller on the plain." The name Belle is a Hungarian baby name. In Hungarian the meaning of the name Belle is intelligent. Brooks is a surname of Germanic/French origin, that is thought to have been derived from the condition of either residing near a stream (or brook).



Age
Real Age: 24
Apparent Age: Early twenties
Date of Birth: August 14, 1989
Time of Birth: 4:30AM
Place of Birth: New York City, New York
Zodiac Sign: Leo (view spoiler)[Leo is the fifth sign of the zodiac. These folks are impossible to miss, since they love being center stage. Making an impression is Job One for Leos, and when you consider their personal magnetism, you see the job is quite easy. Leos are an ambitious lot, and their strength of purpose allows them to accomplish a great deal. The fact that these folks are also creative makes their endeavors fun for them and everyone else. It's quite common to see a Leo on stage or in Hollywood, since these folks never shy away from the limelight. They are also supremely talented and have a flair for the dramatic. Warmth and enthusiasm seems to seep from every Leo pore, making these folks a pleasure to be around. They do love pleasure! It's the Lion that symbolizes Leos, and the king (or queen) of the jungle is a most appropriate mascot, since they consider themselves the rulers of their universe (and the zodiac at that). Like Lions, Leos tend to be dignified and strong, and itÕs this sense of their power that allows them to get things done. A Leo on your team is a good thing, since Lions are eager to see their projects through to completion. Putting these folks at the helm is a good thing, too, since the Leo-born are natural leaders. They may ruffle a few feathers along the way, however, since they can also be overbearing and somewhat autocratic. This may be in keeping with the Fixed Quality assigned to this sign -- Lions are indeed opinionated and set in their ways. That said, they are well organized, idealistic and have a knack for inspiring others. Leo is ruled by the Sun -- the center of the universe and the fuel for our being. In much the same way, Leos consider themselves indispensable and the center of the universe, and those who would tell them otherwise had better look out! Lions are outgoing, self-assured and have a tremendous zest for life. So what if the world revolves around them? There are worse role models, for sure. The Lion's enthusiasm is boundless, and along with that comes generosity of spirit and the determination to succeed. That focus may be construed as vanity and even bossiness at times, but Lions would say 'No way!' and continue along their regal path. Regardless of appearance, those born under this sign can be counted on for their loyalty and sense of honor. They are also decisive, intensely proud and wonderfully romantic. The element associated with Leo is Fire. Everything about the Lion's personality is hot, hot, hot. Those born under this sign are fearless and strong, which may be why Lions plunge in headfirst and let the chips fall where they may. Thankfully, Leos are dignified enough not to commit too many pratfalls. It's the Lion's unswerving courage that wins so many folks over. If you need someone to lead the charge, call a Leo -- and the bigger the project, the better, since these folks love an expansive stage (and the audience that comes with it). While some would take to calling Lions status-conscious, these folks are truly warmhearted and want everyone to be happy. Hey, it's their kingdom, and happy campers make for a perfect peace. Further, it's the great gift of the Leo-born to be dynamic, forward-thinking and self-confident. These attributes certainly catch the attention of others, making Leos sought after by both friends and lovers. The Lion's charms extend to all, even to the children they dearly love. Yes, the pleasure principle is paramount to the Lion, and along those lines, Leos are great at spending money. Lions can't fathom an uncomfortable throne. Leos also enjoy trying their luck at the tables, so expect to find them living it up in Las Vegas. Come play time, Leos are at their best. Those born under this sign enjoy fun and games both outdoors and in (and with a group), so expect to find them playing softball, hockey or a game of cards. Lions are also a natural at the gym, where they can show their stuff to a crowd. When the lights are low, the essential Lion comes to the fore, since this beast is 90 percent fun and 100 percent romantic. The Leo lover is devoted, creative and almost too hot to handle! Since Leo rules the heart and back, however, overzealous Lions may have to take a deep breath and slow down a bit. You can bet that the Lion's home will be swaddled in royal purple and gold. The great strengths of the Leo-born are their creativity, idealism and leadership. Lions don't lack for ambition, either, so they're likely to accomplish a lot -- and have fun while they're at it. Their warmth and loyalty ensures that others will enjoy the ride as well. (hide spoiler)]



Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual (view spoiler)[I dooon't caaare (hide spoiler)]
Relationship Status: Single



Species: Human
Abilities: N/A



Appearance: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Complexion: Fair
Hair Color: Dirty blonde
Hair Length: A bit past her shoulders
Hair Style: Usually kept down and straight
Facial Features: She has a slightly upturned nose and a round face. She has full lips and long eyelashes.
Eye Color: Green
Measurements: 34-24-34
Body Type: Slim
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 119lbs
Foot Size: 6 US Women’s
Apparel: Usually like this with converse
Blood Type: AB+
Make Up: Lipgloss and mascara. When she can get it, that is.
Markings/Imperfections: She has a few moles



Personality: Blaire is a fierce girl. But she’s also the no-nonsense type of person. She speaks her mind and won’t take your rudeness, but she’s smart and knows when to stop.
IQ: 115
Habits: She bites her nails and crosses her arms when nervous or excited.
Hobbies: She likes reading or talking, mostly.
Likes: Books, animals, rules, playing the trumpet
Dislikes: The dark, rude or rebellious people, meat
Disabilities: She’s a vegetarian.
Fears: She’s afraid of the dark. So what?
Life Philosophy/Motto: "It's better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone." -Marilyn Monroe
Skills: She can play the trumpet really well, but that won’t help much. She’s good at persuasion.



History
She was born in New York City, but what matters is what happened when she was 18. Her brother, Henry, age at the time 22, thought it would be a good idea for her to go on a vacation before going to college.
So Blaire agreed, even though she was a bit reluctant at first.
Well, every doubt she had about the island was right.
It was poisonous, dangerous, and huge in the very worst way.
They were trapped on the island, and couldn’t leave. Almost like something was keeping them from being found.
They discovered tribes, and heard the legends of the island. Once you go there, you never go back.
So, since 2008, Henry and Blaire have been stuck on the island. They’ve made a place to live, but they know nothing of what’s going on in the outside world.
Race/Ethnicity: White, American
Family: Her brother, Henry, is on the island with her. Her mother is dead and her father is a washed up drunk in New York.
Occupation: Nothing. She’s a stranded girl.
Residency: She lives on the west beach with her brother in a makeshift hut
Religion: Christian
Political Views: N/A
Accent: New Yorker accent; it’s pretty obvious.
Education: She graduated high school and was planning on going to college, but her brother suggested visiting the island first.
Finances: N/A
Belongings: She didn’t bring much with her when they visited the island, so she doesn’t have much, let alone a weapon.


I never expected to be anybody important.

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Blaire is approved.

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Approved.

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Approved.

[Katie]

name: Elisis
aperance: http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/CRCd3Jaj8Ns/ma...

age:15

gender: female

history: She is an orphan who just happens to have mad skills is a huge tech geek and totally cool. She was alone and abandoned for years on the street and taught herself self defense. (this includes awesome kicks, punches, biting and any thing that causes pain. She suck aboard a boat of pirates and soon became part of the crew now she is on the island to learn more about how to kick butt.

personality: ruff around the edges and totally cruel but when it comes to protecting the people she cares about she is a super sweet heart.

relations/family: over the years she has grown close to the captain of her crew (no one knows his name he is just called captain) she never knew her family.

weapons: she excels in swordsmanship and only uses her sword nightwren.

faction: no faction she is a totally loner but dose join teams when she needs to

[[deleted user]]

What faction is she in? And please include family, weaponry, and relationship status is included.

[Katie]

k I'll edit the post

[[deleted user]]

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          ⇿|| Vaas Montenegro || 27 || Leader || Masculine|| Pirates ||⇿

Relationship Status: Solitary
Children: None
Sexuality: Bisexual (view spoiler)[(Don't even begin to complain about this. I'll boot 'ya if you do. My character, my group. If you have a problem, leave. I don't have time for people to be bothering me, and I certainly don't want anyone disrespecting my members because of this either. Please, just don't. Thank you very much.) (hide spoiler)]
• Not available .

[ Personality ]
"Simply put, Vaas is downright nuts. He's also violent, unpredictable, prideful, and extremely dangerous. Vaas started on this downward spiral when he became addicted to drugs brought to Rook Island by Hoyt Volker."

"Nothing's certain when it comes to Vaas. Close observation shows that he’s violent and unpredictable. Rumors indicate a past connection to the Rakyat, now he works for Hoyt Volker, the slave and drug trafficker. Not exactly Santa's little helper. Did I mention he's addicted to drugs? And he has your friends."

-FC3 Survival Guide

[ Family ]


Sister: Citra Talugmai-Montenegro (Open for creation)

Birth Date• May 7, 1987
Nationality• Hispanic
Occupation/Professions• Pirate/Slaver/Drug Smuggler/Leader

Weaponry: There is no shortage of weapons in the faction at all. However, his preferred weapons are an AK-47, 9mm pistol, and a tactical knife.
(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]




Previous Factions↔ Rakyat
Zodiac Sign↔ Taurus
Species↔ Mortal; Human

[Others] That nearly killed me.
And I fully realize my character is a complete psychotic creep.

[Bridgette]

Name: Marlene
Nickname: Mar

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Grey
Height: 5' 8"

Occupation: To be determined

Faction: Daemon

Weaponry:

Relationship Status: Single

Family: Mother, Father

Quotes/Sayings:
-"The day I betray my Faction will be the day I die."
-"I must be stronger than those whom I am fighting, and have no reachable weakness, or they will grab me and never let me go."
-"There is indeed shame in defeat, don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."
-"If this is to end in fire, then we shall all burn together."

Personality:
-Protective
-Only trusts those closest to her
-Fierce
-Closed emotions
-Short(ish) temper
-Doesn't like taking orders
-Don't mess with me attitude

Fears: Being burned alive, Killing an innocent person under orders, betrayal.

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|| Eileithyia Sai ||
•Professional Hacktivist
•Part of Gladius

Age| 24
Birth Date| February 14, 1990
Zodiac Sign| Aquarius

Gender| Female ♀
Relationship Status| Solitary
Crushes| Open
Sexuality| Bisexual (view spoiler)[Same as Vaas! Do not, don't you even dare, insult my bbs. You'll be kicked, yeee!!! (I love bootin' rude people and certain peeps who don't obey rules. Therefore, I'll have a fun time doing it.) (hide spoiler)]

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Family-
Adeline Sai; Mother
Baldric Sai; Father

Weaponry- (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Other Jobs- Tattoo Artist
Previous Factions- None


General Style| (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Eileithyia is a Caucasian female with a slender build. She has long hair that is dyed black, with white highlights. She has large black stud earrings in both ears and has three facial piercings. She also wears black eyeliner. Eileithyia also appears to have tattoos on her upper chest, neck and arms.

Eileithyia dresses in a low-cut, black top and above, she wears a black, short-sleeve leather jacket. The cleavage area slightly reveals a black bra. A long necklace hangs from her neck, and she has a number of wrist bangles and accessories. She often paints her fingernails with red or black polish.

Eileithyia wears a large spider-web belt around her waist, which is matched to a neatly fitting pair of blue jeans. She also wears buckled, black, knee-length boots.

Personality|
"She is seductive. She's dangerous. She's the trapdoor spider you never saw living right under you. She can weave her way through any system and she can expose every secret you hide."

• A highly skilled computer hacker, she can bypass most systems and gain access to the most private of information

Eil' is generally a silent person who focuses on her job. She is known at one of the best hacktivists on the island. People like Eileithyia are useful to have within a clan, since they can gain important intel on enemy factions. The information found can be used to track others and reveal people who are temporarily under disguises and hiding due to their notoriety.

Anyways, Eil' is cold to people outside the clan, and is definently dangerous. As mentioned previousily, she is rather seductive and mostly uses it to her advantage. She has killed people before as well, so don't think she won't do it again.
Unlike most people on Cinerie Bordana, Eileithyia hasn't let the things on the island get to her head and make her go insane... and she hasn't been tricked into buying drugs from Hoyt Volker or anyone else either. The lass is intelligent and knows her ways around things. She doesn't trust easily and that is sometime's the best.


Others: She'll be edited later. I have writer's block right now which makes my writin' really terrible.

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Approved

[[deleted user]]

You're welcome.

[Allie]

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First Name: Lia (LEE-Ha)
Middle Name: Cragen
Last Name: Greco

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Age: 16
Birth Day: August 26th

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Gender: female
Sexuality: hetero
Relationship Status: single
Family:
*Mother: Burnett Greco
*Father: Sean Greco
*Youngest Sister: Carly Greco, 8 (deceased)
*Eldest Sister: Laura Greco, 19 ((open))
* Middle Sister: Alaine Greco, 13 ((open))
Personality: Lia is very loud, she can easily excite the crew. She's always smiling, joking and playing pranks but she has a dark side too. Very few people know about her past before Kvinner but those who do shouldn't bring it up, because Lia shows her dark side, her very angry, very hot headed, rage fuelled side. Her weapon of choice is the axe mainly because it aims to hurt and she never misses when swinging or throwing it.
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Appearance:



Eye: grey



Hair: white blonde
Height: 5'5
Other: tattoos and three ear piercings per ear

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Occupation: hired guard
Faction: Kvinner
Weaponry: she may be small but she knows how to swing an axe



History: Lia grew up on a small island, population 200. She had a normal life, a normal family, she was... Normal. But she had a love of weapons, she found no other joy than going out in the forest and using her tomahawk, this scared her mother but pleased her father, because he had always wanted a son but ended up with 4 daughters. Lia was happy on her small island with her big family, she always had a love her anything with a blade and this is what caused her too leave. When she was 13 she was training, swinging around an axe, and doing quite well at it too. But her youngest sister, Carly, age 8, wanted to play hide and seek and she refused to leave Lia alone until she agreed. While Carly bagged Lia to play with her it threw off Lia's concentration, it was an accident but in the end, her hands where covered in Carly's blood and her baby sister was on the ground dead, a blade stuck in her neck. Her mother crumbled to pieces and her father turned to stone, that day she hopped on a ship leaving for a distant island, and she was gone.

[Allie]

Done Lia :)