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"I did this…"
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Sai was born into a very well known, powerful and influential family: the Kiyomi family. He was the youngest of four kids, two of the twin girls and an older brother. However, his siblings didn’t share the same father as he did. From birth, he had the potential of a powerful Kiyomi as the family was known to be but he was also an outcast.
His father, Noboru doted on him, was with him nearly every minute of the day when Sai wasn’t required to do something else to survive and be healthy. Sai’s life early on was consumed by his father and the young, gullible, and naïve mind saw nothing wrong with this. He was so lucky to have a loving father.
However, Sai didn’t really know until he was older that he had other family members. He knew he had a mother but he never saw her, only caught a glimpse of her once, and he never saw his siblings until he was 3 when he saw some other kids in the garden and asked his father who they were, being the curious child that he was. His father answered him but told him they didn’t want to see him so he kept his distance and did as his father told him. Sai was eager to please, he wanted to make his father proud. He recalled how scary he was when angered or disappointed and that was something Sai never wanted to see again. He was pampered, given all his father’s attention, and taught all kinds of things. He was treasured. Life was good for him but Sai felt lonely. As he got older, the less time his father could spend with him, being the head of the family meant he had a lot to do. Sai was being taught to be the successor and his interest in learning matched but he wanted to play.
He spent so much time watching the older brother, Tsubasa studying at night and watching his two sisters sparring in the backyard. He was fascinated and wanted desperately to meet them. They were family so, why couldn’t he? His father would be mad but he’d forgive him, right?
That night, 6 years old, Sai put on his big boy shoes and went to the backyard when Noboru was busy. He approached the twins, scared out of his mind but determined to meet his sisters. After being fawned over by the older one that he learned was Hana, they played with him. Just like that, that pain he’d been feeling, the loneliness was being chased away. He loved playing with them and asked if he could come to play with them again. He was overjoyed when they agreed and left promising to come back again.
A few days after, Tsubasa caught them and Sai was afraid he would tell his father that instead, he joined them! Sai was so happy he could have cried [he did] and played as often as he could with his siblings whom he came to love dearly. Why would his father have kept him away from his siblings who were so kind and loving? Why did he say they didn’t like him?
This continued over two years, he was eight at this time. He continued to be taught and doted by his father, neglected by his mother and loved by his siblings who he went to see as often as he could.
However, on night in his eighth year of life after infancy, he suffered from a horrible nightmare. He had never felt so much fear ever in his life. He dreamt that his siblings were taken from him, killed and his father had done it and that he was next. That night, he nearly destroyed the house, having summoned a small earthquake. Noboru was overjoyed, knowing his little boy had so much potential for a powerful gift. Sai now had his father’s complete attention, he was unable to see his siblings, his father persistently keeping them from meeting. Sai didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to his brother when he left for college.
Sai’s loneliness returned, an ache in his chest that wouldn’t go away. He began to fear his father, ever since his dream he’d been wary but his attentiveness over him became scary. He seemed to only care about his powers which Noboru was often angered over since it didn’t show again since that night. No matter what Noboru tried to do to get Sai to control it. He didn’t know the trigger and Sai grew to fear his own power. He’d almost destroyed his own home after all. He feared what else it could do.
Time passed and there was no progress in Sai’s ability. At ten years old, it only got worse for Noboru whose wife left him having enough of the life she’d been forced to live. It was the cherry on the cake for Noboru whose frustration over his son’s inability to control his wondrous power.
That night after his wife left him, Noboru drank until he got incredibly drunk. Sai awoke hearing noises coming from his sisters’ room that sounded like fighting. Confused, he stumbled over to find his father trying to do something to his sister who was trying to fight back. Sai saw his father drunkenly backhand on of his sister and he lunged at his father, pulling his leg yelling at him to stop, to leave his sisters alone. Noboru was enraged, snarling down at his son and the fact Sai’s sisters were daring to fight back.
It was a mess of shouting, fists were thrown until Noboru had Sai off the ground, hanging over the stairs. He taunted the twins who tried to get him to leave their brother alone, to not hurt him. He threatened them, saying he’d do it if they won’t be good little sluts and open their legs for him. When they agreed, he moved away and caught Honoko’s wrist when she tried to punch him. Pissed beyond measure, he tossed Sai back to beat Honoko into submission, not realizing he’d thrown Sai too far and he was soaring down the stairs.
Unimaginable terror consumed Sai, as he fell through the air. Terrified he would die, terrified that if he died his father would do something horrible to his sister. He was scared that he wouldn’t be able to save them, to save himself. That he would lose them like in his dream. His power burst from him just as his back collided with someone. An earthquake tore apart the house and Sai fell unconscious.
When he awoke, he learned that he’d suffered minor injuries, his brother had saved him from anything more fatal but his father had died and he’d taken Honoko’s sight from her. He has torn apart from grieve and was even more terrified of his power than he was before.
Sai didn’t fight when he was charged with first-degree murder and was sent to Nanba prison, the prison he learned his brother worked at. Sai was detained in building 13 since his ability gave him the power to escape. He was kept in solitary in case he tried to anyway. He faced a new type of loneliness. It was mental torture, his only salvation when his brother came to check up on him.
A year later, nothing happened, Sai had been good so he was moved to a normal cell and has been there for the last two years with his sister as guards of his block. This had gotten better after moving to regular holding. He was able to socialize and come out of the cage he’d kept himself in. He was able to accept hurting his father who tried to hurt his sisters. However, he still feared his own power and consistently avoids any situation that may provoke an outburst.
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"My name is Malayeka. It’s very nice to meet you.
Please take good care of me."
"I’m not Ayeka. My name is Ketsueki Akuma. I am her guardian, her bloody devil if you will. Hence, I will make you suffer a tenfold for what you’ve done to her. Let’s get started, shall we?"
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Malayeka Erela Kemuel / Ketsueki Akuma
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Kishi [two-faced demon in Angolan lore]
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Ayeka / Ketsu
│ Aɢᴇ │ 25 / ‘9’
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ March 3rd / October 29th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │6:12 pm / 3:45am
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Pisces / Scorpio
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 23
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 13
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ﹕│ 0666
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine / Masculine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female / Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Bisexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Abusive Boyfriend / Flings
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ I’m Gonna Show You Crazy
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Susianyi Kemuel
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
Name Seth Kemuel
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Ravana Kemuel
Relation » Brother |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
“I am the only one you can truly rely on. We are one in the same body. I will never do anything to hurt you.”“I trust you.”
“But I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to know. I never want blood on my hands again. Please Ketsu… Make Me Forget.”
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │
Long [waist length] white hair, bangs and her hair is usually up in a pony.
│ Eʏᴇs │
Malayeka
Ketsu
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale, stains and bruises easy. Scarred
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 5’6”, slim build, thin but surprisingly fit.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Mahiru "Shinya" Banba
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Scar down her right eye from her hairline down to her jaw.
“It’s over.”
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │ Himself & Malayeka
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│ Hired Assassin/ Mercenary / Weapons Smuggler
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│`Listening To Music `Dancing `Reading `Socializing `Playing Board Games/Puzzles `Sewing
`Killing `Theft `Espionage `Protecting Ayeka `Having Fun `Flings
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Reflection:Ketsu had the ability to perfectly replicate anything whether he knows about it or not. It’s nearly like a mirror’s reflection except the reflection has its own mind and will. A literal horror scenario. If someone tries to use it against him, he will be able to copy it and turn it back on them. He can copy any inhuman ability, combat, personality, knowledge, speech, and even appearance. He uses this to defeat enemies [though he enjoys using his own strength to hammer people to bloody bits] but mainly for espionage, assassinations, and smuggling. When he can perfectly mirror another person, it’s easy to assassin people and get them locked up in the process.
However, this ability is slightly flawed. Ketsu cannot remember whatever he mimicked before in the past once he copies something else. He will have to go back and see that person again to be able to copy it again. So, he can only copy one person at a time, one ability at a time.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│^Assassinations. ^Manslaughter.
^Murdering Officers/Guards/Therapist. ^Theft (Weapons and Heavy Artillery). ^Escaping Prison.
“Who are you calling two faced?”
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Malayeka:
The first thing one must know about Malayeka Kemuel is the fact she had DID. Dissociative Identity Disorder is a disorder characterized by the presence of two or more distinct or split identities that continually have power over the person’s behaviour. In Ayeka’s case, she has one other personality other than her own whose name is Ketsueki. They are able to communicate through their mind but it’s usually a one way stream. Ketsu can talk to her when she’s in control but she doesn’t have the same ability when he’s in control. She’s ususally dormant unless something occurs to trigger her. She can’t see what’s going on like he can but can only grasp onto the situation from his thoughts. She is able to switch between control of the single body for various reasons as he can.
If that wasn’t enough, Ayeka and Ketsu both have a trigger that neither of them can control. It was programmed in by her father when she was a girl that puts her into a mindless state. During this time, she will fulfill any command/instruct/demand given to her without hesitation and will not return to her normal state until the job is completed. She is just a drone, a robot in this state, mindlessly killing more often than not. Once it’s been triggered, there is no way to turn it off. If there is, that knowledge died along with her father.
However, once the job is complete, she cannot remember what happened, it’s as if it never occurred but subconsciously she knows but chooses to ignore it. Ketsu however, the memories are often fuzzy but he is generally aware that this occurs and only sometimes knows what happens but can’t do anything to stop it.
Stepping away from her disorder, Malyeka is a nice girl. She’s very sweet and polite, never wanting to offend anyone and always tries to be courteous. She likes the simple life, living in peace and being able to do what she wishes without any chains holding her back. She isn’t one to swear and holds herself properly. Straight posture, hands at her sides and speaking formally to everyone she meets.
However, influenced by her past, she tends to be skittish, flinching whenever someone approaches her too fast, touches her too intimately or raised their hands in her direction. She feels bad when it offends other people, always apologizing profusely before scurrying off by herself. She tends to stick to being alone ever since arriving at the prison but she’s slowly warming up.
Ayeka tends to be an emotional individual, taking what’s said to heart and is very sensitive to the things people say about her. She can’t handle criticism or cruelty of any kind. A delicate little flower that could break by being poked. However, she is very sweet, often trusting people too much and does hate to be alone. It makes her panic, reliving her past but she will panic if left alone with someone. She gravitates towards crowds of people and fortunately, she’d friendly and social enough to get along with anyone.
She’s compassionate to the point of selflessness. She doesn’t think about herself too often but she’d too fearful of many people, especially herself to open to others. She tends to help anyone out without hoping to get anything in return. She genuinely likes to help others and it’s an escape for her reality that she’d hoping for.
She’s gentle, not one to hurt or pick a fight, trying to play the mediator and is rather wise. The most damaged tend to be. However, she is often sad, living in guilt and the darkness haunting her. She only has Ketsu to help her and to distract her from her dark thoughts.
Fortunately, she does find an escape in the hobby she enjoys, especially music. She loves to listen to music whenever she can. Even while reading, which are often novels about romances. She craves a beautiful romance but her luck hasn’t been good.
Whenever she isn’t in her room or socializing with other people, she’s in the prison’s pool, swimming. She loves to swim and can stay in the water for hours. [Ketsu becomes dormant at these times since he has an irrational fear of water].
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Ketsu:
Ketsu is Ayeka’s alternate personality. He came into existence in response to her trauma as a child. He is very different from his counterpart. If she’s the angel than he would be the devil watching her from the shadows. That is until he intervenes on her behalf to fuck people over.
Being the polar opposite of Malayeka, the man in a woman’s body is resourceful, recklessly impulsive at times and passionate about his interests and goals. He is a secretive person, extremely violent and hates lies valuing the truth and even more- being right. He is decisive, assertive and knows exactly what he wants and gets it. There isn’t anything he can’t do and has become a rock for Ayeka at his never changing and steady nature.
Where Ayeka is smiles and soft words, Ketsu greets people with a crude and sharp tongue. He’s blunt and likes to smack talk anyone he plans on killing. It gives him a bit of a thrill. He is rarely ever formal, talking down to everyone but Ayeka and almost always is swearing. He’s rude and not afraid of offending people to the point of scaring them off. In fact, usually that’s his goal. Ayeka is a pushover and naïve so she doesn’t realize that people are sometimes just using her. It’s up to him to ward off the pests.
“Did I say I wanted your opinion? Like hell I’ll let you near this body. Fuck Off.”
If how he addresses people isn’t clue enough, Ketsu is a creature who doesn’t care about anyone. He loves to sink his teeth into people and tear them apart. He’s merciless, never giving someone any hope of surviving as soon as he set his teeth on them. With a sadistic streak, he will cruelly toy with his victims, often torturing them if he has the time or if he wants to have fun [and they probably pissed him off]. As soon as he even sees blood, he goes into a literal frenzy, needing to see more, and paint the entire place red with blood and guts. He isn’t known for clean kills. He thrives off the gore.
“It’s Time To Smash Your Brains In!”
It doesn’t help that this boy can get away with pretty much anything he wants to. With an intelligent brain used in cunning and deceptive ways, he can charm the pants off of someone and have them begging for death. With his ability, he is a quick problem solver, thinking on the fly and good at acting. He isn’t afraid to seduce anyone to get his end goal and doesn’t care who he needs to fuck over in the process. The manipulative guy is not someone you want to cross or ever meet. Though, you may already have, just with a different face.
It doesn’t help that on a dime, Ketsu can stop from being a psychopathic killer to being a charming young man that woes the ladies and the men with his charm and wits. With charama like his, his powers almost seems useless for him. Paired with a boyish attitude when not focused on treating people like trash, he can almost be as friendly and sociable as Ayeka. He uses this charm to seduce many people.
“Sorry for the mess. I’ll be sure to clean it up.”
More often though, that is the way he is with Ayeka. A nice guy, charming and looking out for her best interests. She is the only person he cares about. Being part of her he takes extra care in trying to keep his body unharmed so she won’t feel the pain. This care and dedication is the reason he does all that he does and it’s not just him having fun. He doesn’t care what he has to do to protect her, he is will to do it all.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re hitting on? I don’t want your skanky ass near us.”
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Music ☻ Truth
☻ Romance ☻ Being Right
☻ Swimming ☻ Protecting Ayeka
☻ Cute Things ☻ Having Fun
☻ Ketsu ☻ Killing/ Doing Crime
☻ Being Normal ☻ Teasing
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Criticism ☹ Dishonesty
☹ Abuse ☹ Passive/Annoying People
☹ Her Past ☹ Abuse
☹ Cruelty of Any Kind ☹ People
☹ Her Family ☹ Revealing Himself
☹ Liars ☹ Rapists
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Innocence ✮ Strength
✮ Honesty ✮ Agility/Speed
✮ Kindness ✮ Manipulative
✮ Agility/Speed ✮ Cunning
✮ Sociable ✮ Deceptive
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆Skittish ☆ Ayeka
☆MPD ☆ Trigger Word
☆PTSD ☆ MPD
☆Defenseless ☆ Reckless
☆Trigger Word ☆ BloodThirsty
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Being Controlled ✗Dying
✗ Abuse ✗Failing Ayeka
✗ Betraying Ketsu ✗Trigger Words
✗ Her Triggers ✗Letting Someone IN
✗ Rape ✗Ocean/Water
“I’ve been betrayed many times by the people I should have been able to trust. Ketsu has been the only one I can rely on. So, if he says you’re no good… then I have to trust him.”
“I don’t trust anyone. She’s been crossed by too many people. And I keep letting it happen.”
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Malayeka wasn’t born with DID [MPD]. She was born to a mother who died giving birth to her. She didn’t fight to live to be honest and died with a smile on her lips. She was happy to escape her insane husband and son who had a screw loss or something.
So she was taken home by a single father who already had a 6 year old son. She was a weak, feeble baby that needed constant care and it was mostly provided for her.
However, her father was an insane nut that believed he could make the perfect soldiers. All the mental damage that soldiers go through, PTSD and the such, he wanted it to not be a problem. For people to be completely loyal, follow out their missions without fail but return mentally unharmed at the ordeal. Specifically, he wanted to overtake the current government, believing they were leading them to ruin. He needed good soldiers to accomplish this but those were hard to come by willingly.
Thus, when Ayeka was four, her father took her down into basement and began his experimentation. He didn’t torture her physically, he loved his little girl, but because she was young and her brain more malleable, she would be easier to try to program. Days of him playing with her brain, bringing her immense agony and she didn’t know why. Day after day of trying to figure out the switches that would make her into a mindless machine one the trigger words were initiated but to never remember anything about it or this. Months of researching, testing, experiments and keeping her locked in that basement room alone and in pain. All in hopes of turning her into a killing machine but to be able to return to his innocent little girl once it was said and done. Like nothing ever happened. Like this never happened.
“Daddy! Please let me out… DADDY!! I DON’T WANT TO BE ALONE!”
It took her father eight years, eight brutal years where she was rarely let out, no one knew she existed and for her brother to fail all his attempts at trying to get his father to stop. She was 12 when he finally completely the first soldier for his ambitions.
Years of torment, of seeing no end to these experiments, becoming more and more distant and mindless. She relied on her brother who often snuck in to play with her. She read to her, teach her to read and write. He read her stories and momentarily tried to take her mind off the pain she was in. However, no amount of protecting or convincing stopped his father and her brother was beaten every time he tried. Eventually, he stopped trying and just aimed to keep her company.
However, something changed when her father finally succeeded and decided to test out his success for the first time. He needed to make sure it was to his expectations and worked properly as it should. If not, he would have to continue working on her.
Thus, he triggered the machine, having ingrained 6 trigger commands that would initiate her soldier state. Her six trigger words are : Surrender, Seize, Annihilate Threat, Neutralize, Pod Moim Kontrolem [Russian for: under my control], Malyshka [Russian: baby girl].
Using the last one, he commanded her to assassination a lower level official in the government. Her brother was fascinated with the cold, mindlessness he saw from his little sister, finding her attractive, shattering his image of her being his little sister. A screw loss, just as their mother suspected.
She didn’t return until four days later, confused and crying, running to her daddy who she knew would protect her. The news showed the death of her assignment and the way Ayeka was, a little four-year-old, innocent, and loving her daddy. He knew that it had been a success.
With all his research, he began searching for new recruits while using his daughter to complete missions he wanted accomplished before the true plan began. She never remembered anything that happened and missing days didn’t seem that surprising to her. Soon she was even attending school, living the life of an ordinary girl and was able to catch up on school work with her brother and father’s help.
However, she still murdered and somewhere in her deep subconsciousness, she knew, knew something was amiss with her family but chose to ignore it. Ignorance is bliss.
“I-I killed them… I did it… with these hands. Not again…”
A year passed, everything was good for her. She was happy being able to do what normal kids did. However, a switch flipped in her brother. He began telling her off for being a minute late from school, beating her for looking at anyone in anyway. He became extremely overprotective, angry, and hostile. He terrified her, stalking her at school until eventually she wasn’t allowed outside anymore [besides on missions instructed by her father] without him beating her.
A few months of this and he snapped. He came into her room one day, their father gone to find good candidates and he pinned her down and raped her. This was the first of many times, touching her, raping her, telling her he loved her and only wanted for her to be happy. Promising not to hurt her as long as she was a good girl and listened to what they told her to do.
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Months passed and the more it occurred, the more Ayeka closed herself off, closing in on herself and pushing people away. She stopped smiling, happily greeting her father and only holed herself in her room.
Her father thought his programing had been flawed, that she was starting to remember and experiencing PTSD. She was changing and he believed it was relapse that was causing it. Thus, he stopped finding volunteers and began the trials again to see what was wrong. She was hollow by this point, locking herself in her mind and mindlessly living life. The trials were horrible but she never reacted. She was in a comatose state, enduring the torment and remembering everything that had happened and what her father had done to her. She was being tortured by her own memories.
Her father didn’t know what went wrong and was pissed. He stormed out of there and didn’t return for a long time. When he did return, he didn’t care anymore. He knew his daughter was gone so he used her triggers [which still worked its purpose and she didn’t remember anything during the time since he stopped with the trials]. She knew it was happening though and could do nothing to stop it.
This only continued until she was 16. She was a hollow girl, barely even living and singlehandedly achieving her father’s ambitions with no knowledge of it. In the meanwhile, being used as a sex slave by her brother. She was stuck and on her 16th year. Something in her mind finally snapped.
Her father finally walked in on them when her brother was having his way with her. He was enraged, pissed at his son, shouting at him as he kicked him out of the house. He then returned, demanding to know why she never said anything. He got no response from her which only pissed him off. He’d fucked up, made things worse because she was hiding this from him! He snapped and planned to teach her an important lesson.
For the first time in a long time, she felt fear. This fear in addition to all the trauma caused her to shut down and everything went black.
However, her body continued to move and instead of Ayeka being at the reins, someone else was. This was the birth of Ketsueki. As she became dormant, nursing her mind from all the pain she’s been through, Ketsu took the reins to put an permanent end to all her suffering.
Her father was confused when her eyes suddenly changed and she stood up, holding herself like a grown man. He introduced himself to her father, explaining that she had gone to sleep and he will be cleaning things up while she healed. He confused and terrified her father but before he could react, Ketsu used the man’s combat knowledge and skills to brutally slaughter him using his mimic ability.
That night, when her brother returned to address the situation, well to take her away from their father. He was met with the mess Ketsu left around him of their father. Her brother was surprised but in his sick mind he thought she’d done it for him. Ketsu played along, seducing him until he was naked. He then flipped the table on him, torturing him until he begged for death. Then and only then some did he finally allow him to die
“Ayeka has suffered in silence for long enough. It’s my turn to take the reins and give them exactly what they paid for. Karma’s a bitch.”
With no one to support her now, penniless besides what he could find in the house and unable to stay here without being committed. Ketsu left the house in aims to establish a place for Ayeka to live safe and protected from harm. To do this, Ketsu would need money.
Ayeka stayed dormant for a few years, meaning Ketsu was at the forefront controlling the body for years. During this time, he worked on collecting money until he could get a place for them to live. It also would allow her time to heal, to deal with everything that happened.
Ketsu only knew one way to collect money, which was to become a hired mercenary/assassin. He could only kill or similar espionage type jobs with his reflection ability. It helped that they didn’t exist meaning there was no one for the to link everything he would do. Thus, he approached people in high places that needed someone to do dirty, quiet jobs. He assassinated anyone for the money, completed jobs until he saved enough to get them a fake identity [having contacted the Surgeon for the work] and bought a lovely home in a safe neighborhood.
Only after living there for a while did Ayeka awaken. It was here, living in this home, in this friendly neighborhood when she truly began to heal. Only after begging Ketsu [having learned of his existence and it took some time to trust him] to take them all away. To rid her of her horrible memories. It was an impossible task, but for her, he tried and succeeded in the most part. She knew bad things happened but not the details. This allowed her to move on from her past.
However, whenever they needed more money, Ketsu would gain control and only came out to complete jobs so they’d have more money. He even expanded his missions from killing and infiltration to a bit of smuggling [weapons and artillery], and even revenge ploy.
“Well actually, I am willing to do that. Give me a good price.”
Other than those moments when Ketsu took over, he remained in the back of her mind. A constant person to talk to and reassure her when she was feeling sad or lonely. Otherwise, she lived a normal life. She shopped, cleaned, sewed and cooked. She attended classes online so she could try getting a job and not rely on Ketsu so much. She went on walks in the park, drank and ate without needing to worry. She was finally at peace.
She soon got a job at a waitress at a café near her place. She wasn’t sure at first but she adapted rather easy and was good with dealing with people. She was nice, friendly and the type that drew people in. Especially those with a protective instinct or an exploitive. Ketsu made sure to ward those ones away.
Not long after, she met a nice man at the café. The more they met and interacted, the closer they got until soon they began dating. She was so happy that Ketsu left her alone to enjoy it. By the time she was 20, he moved into her house. After a few weeks, he began abusing her. Slaps here and there for messing up and making mistakes or looking at another person. He was even more controlling than her brother had been. It wasn’t even two weeks of this treatment that Ketsu was at his limit.
What really triggered it was when her boyfriend brought friends over and when he left to buy some drinks, they tried to rape her. Ketsu killed them all and when the abusive bastard returned and noticed that his clothes were ajar he freaked out at him. He dragged Ketsu, dragging him to the exact room he left the bodies of his friends.
He’d released her in shock, shakily taking in the sight and turned around to see Ketsu wielding a very large mallet. “Unfortunately for them, they tried to touch her. I had to take them out,” he told him and laughed. “Did you really think a café waitress can afford this place?” he mocked and bashed the guy’s head in.
“You really think you could get away with what you did? It’s punishment time; courtesy from the fucking devil.”
Ayeka and Ketsu fought, Ayeka unable to believe he’d done that… that there was a better solution than what he’d done. She was panicking, remembering things that she didn’t want to remember. However, the cops turned up before Ketsu could regain control and they were taken to jail. Apparently one of them hadn’t died and managed to call the cops while they were fighting.
Unfortunately, they were able to pin more than just this situation of manslaughter on them. Since Ketsu had used the same tool and technique for many of his killings, they concluded him for other murders and found out about other jobs he’d done.
Ayeka had a hard time enduring life in prison but Ketsu helped her by, apologizing to her for getting her into this situation. Some time later, she was attending mandatory therapy sessions. Unfortunately, the therapist soon learned of Ayeka’s triggers accidentally and planned to use her to kill the prisoners that had killed her sister [by accident but she didn’t care]. Ketsu refused to allow this to happen. He didn’t want anyone using the programing to use Ayeka in that way ever again. So he revealed himself for the first time in the prison and killed the therapist before he escaped.
“You Thought you could fuck with her? YOU THOUGHT WRONG.”
They didn’t escape for long, Ketsu was found out since Ayeka took control again and was panicking. She had an episode and it gave them enough time for them to capture her again. However, the same thing occurred with a prisoner this time and Ketsu had to push himself forward and free themselves from prison once again.
She was 22 when they were caught once more and sent directly to Nanba prison where they have been ever since.
“I see… so I’m here because I hurt people…. Thank you for telling me.”
Ketsu is more present in this place, since a condition like theirs isn’t the weirdest thing there. However, he has escaped the building 46 times but repeatedly gets stuck at the ocean. He’s afraid of the water and Ayeka believes they deserve to be here and to pay for their crimes.
Name: Jagger Van Kirk Age: 22
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Building: 6
Crimes: Countless charges of counterfeiting and fraud, plus one possession of weed with intent to sell
Appearance:
(view spoiler)
Jagger has hair as white snow, it was a light brown as a child but he dyes it a lot. He has pale skin and his eyes are a steely blue color, one of someone calculating every situation. He has a bit of a scruff on his face and ALWAYS looks tired. He tends to be moving a lot and he keeps himself in shape as much as possible. He tends to wear a normal prisoner pants with whatever shirt he has in his closet. He also wears circular golden glasses when he is reading papers
Personality: Jagger is a super chill man. He has learned that life isnt worth get ruffled about. Music helps with this as he is listening to it 24/7. When folks talk to him he has a carefree personality. Though for being so relaxed, he is an absolute genius. He has an eidetic memory up to a month, is always thinks 5 steps ahead and is amazing at multitasking. Though for all his smarts, he uses them now and days to help guards and prisoners with problems for a small fee and gaming. Gaming is something he takes very seriously as he has beaten quite a few games with every achievement. Though his favorite game is Divination. He is second-in-command of a small group of ten called the Iron Garden. He is a really good strategist and plans out the battles for all the bigger bosses they fight. He is almost addicted to the game, playing it most days just to waste the time. He gets along great with the guards and higher ups, allowing him some extra privileges. His is epically a prodigy with numbers and is most likely helping someone with their taxes. Jagger cares deeply for his family and if someone were to fuck with one of them, he would use all his power and favors to make that person's life hell.
History: Jagger, and the rest of The Van Kirk family, were all born in France to a drunk of a mother and a crying father who took theme with him to England when the eldest, Cassandra, was 6, the twins, Jagger and Arkie, were 3, and the youngest, Marie was just born. The father couldn't stand his wife's addiction so he moved his family to Britain to get a better chance. He tried to teach them how to be a good person, but that didn't last long. When they were 10,7, and 4 respectively, Cass and Jagger met Mason, an older delinquent who showed them how fun the life of crime is. The only reason they went along with it was Cass had a crush on Mason and that Mason gave Jagger comic books. Thats all it took for the impressionable children so they began doing their first job, They had a kiddy fighting ring, It was mostly just Jagger and Cass, but they still had it and it made a good bit of money from it, Though it didn't last long. After that, they did countless different crimes with each falling into a different role. Jagger became the strategist and leader of sorts, Cass became an expert of tech, Marie was really good at talking plus here power made her the fit for communications, and Arkie really, REALLY, like different weapons. They became huge in the underworld but at last, during a botch heist, three out of the four were arrested. Marie was the only one who wasn't. They were 20, 17, and 14. All three were sent to Nanba for they had powers. Jagger and Arkie had the power of not feeling pain while fighting while Cass had the powers of touch surfaces and turning into that surface. Only recently had Marie joined them at Nanba, as a guard of all things. Jagger has enjoyed his time at the prison, getting buddy buddy with the guards and those higher than guards, allowing him time with his family everyday since they are all in different buildings and his own junkie computer. In his small addiction Divination, he plays Calhoun, a male character who acts as a healer with a staff that hits like a truck. He has played the game since he was 13 and had one other who was a legend in the community but when his computer got wiped the character, named Bidelia the Dancer, was lost in time.
Ability: Pain Suppression
Specifics: His idea of how bad a bullet wound hurts is all out of whack. He still gets hurt the same as normal but it feel more like getting a shot of medicine that getting shot full of lead. "mental pain" still goes through but physical pain is much lesser.
Theme Song: Barnes Courtney- Glitter and Gold
Mod
~Home is where your deepest scar is
Society will try to cast you where they think your part is
Give awards and accolades to what they think a star is
But go find your (home) Go find your (home)~
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Aglæca Qi Maura [Osamu]
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │
(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Crimson Witch
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Qi
│ Aɢᴇ │32 [looks 18]
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ November 21st
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 2:45pm
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Osaka
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Scorpio
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 12
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 0909
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Demisexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Unattached
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Lovers
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ No Place Like Home
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Sachiko Maura-Osamu
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
Name Hiroshi Osamu
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Kazuo Osamu
Relation » Older Brother |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
~Pay no attention To the man behind the curtain
He's a brainless, heartless, coward With no power
That's just another trick of his He ain't no wiz so don't feed his fire
Jump in my balloon I'll take you higher
Take you somewhere over the rainbow
Get your ticket to the show
Heels clicking, here we go Cause you already know~
"I have done many things that are distasteful but everything I have done was to rebuild the Osamu Clan and rise it from the dust my father had crumbled it to."
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Long Dark Brown with Flat bangs and sides.
│ Eʏᴇs │Crimson
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Ghost like completion, flawless, youthful.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
She’s around 5 foot, child-like build with not much breast or bust. However, she does have womanly curves under her kimono and uses it to her advantage.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Ai Enma
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│ Osamu Clan Tattoo On Her Back
│ Other │
Only wears kimonos, she refuses to wear anything but her kimonos at the prison.
"Become loyal only to me."
"Obey me and follow only me."
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │Osamu Clan
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│Osamu Boss
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│Gambling/ Business/ Working/ Tea/ Art/ Baking
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Probability Manipulation: Qi has the power to alter outcomes of things that require luck or the occurrence of unusual phenomena. With this, she has been able to succeed in many events in her life. This includes killing her family, taking over the business by using her ability to crash it down and build it up.
To make matters worse, she has the ability to influence the choices of anyone who looks into her eyes to assist in her winning the outcome of nearly anything- especially gambling.
But wait!
Prediction: she has the ability to predict the outcome of specific actions. However, this only is in the period of 24 hours and she can only see one direct route of that action will take. Using it too much will give her a migraine so she doesn’t use it often.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│`Gambling [leading gambling rings-couldn’t pin it on her though] `Abductions/Kidnapping `Contribution to delinquency `Harboring criminals `Theft `Murder `Bribery,
"Time will keep on flowing. You can stand still but I aim to advance and rise above the ashes. You can follow me, or you will be buried under me."
"You’ve awaken the witch."
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
When they speak about she-devils and women who are demons, Qi is a perfect representation of that myth. She is literally one HELL of a woman. She does not care about anyone other than herself and the kingdom she has built. She will manipulate anyone in any way she can to get what she wants and use them in her path for success. She’s a controlling woman, even if more often than not, it’s from the shadows. She is a discreet woman until she comes across stubborn people when she herself needs to intervene to force their hand. It never turns out good for the other person since she is a merciless, cruel and strict woman who rather gives people second chances. If you don’t do it the first time, you are useless to her thus, she will get rid of the loose end you are.
“You’ve made a critical error in underestimating me.”
Qi is not only the most powerful woman in japan, she is also one of the most influential as well. With her fingers wrapped around many organizations, having made them bankrupt and reliant on their leniency to survive. She is a deceptive person, someone who lies and hides many secrets behind the composed expression on her face. She never gives her true plan away and loves being right. However, she will not except anything but the truth from others. If they even try to lie to her, it is most likely they’ll lose their tongue if they are still useful to her in other ways. She doesn’t allow anyone passive or incompetent to be anywhere near her. She is an independent woman that desires for more power and success and will only achieve that with competent people. It helps that people like that are drawn to her naturally. She has an aura that makes people want to follow her, someone who is confident and you can rely on. While having the type of personality that allows on to trust her to do what she says she will when it comes to her ambitions and dedication to the Osamu Clan.
Qi is married to her job, she sleeps with people to use it over them or to be able to control them to fit her needs. She doesn’t believe in love and her life is solely for the Osamu clan. She’d made many decisive decisions to grow her empire and will continue to grow. She is constantly aware of everything that goes on that may affect her work, she researches, analyzes and instructs on the best way to deal with every situation. She is a resourceful woman who is stubborn and un-budging. She will succeed in any way she can. She is passionate and incredible brave. She is never afraid to stand up to everyone who seems they could easily kill her. She will not back down nor will she allow anyone else to compromise. It’s her way or no way at all.
She is a very distrusting woman. She can acknowledge people’s strengths and allow them to do as she instructed but she doesn’t have a close level of trust. When she does trust someone, one fatal move can break it. However, if her trust is gained. She is a good and loyal friend even if you outlive your usefulness. However, when she is betrayed, something that does happen but not often unexpected.
She becomes angry. Her rage isn’t like normal people, she doesn’t shout or get too violet [though she is more prone to kill people on the spot]. She is passive aggressive, she doesn’t show her angry on her face and doesn’t burst when she is enraged. This makes it even more frightening. It’s hard to tell when she is mad, since her tone stays the same as well as her expression. However, her eyes will intensify and speak volumes. They become blood red and stare death to those who opposed her. Once her flip has been triggered, she will not be satisfied until she rips them apart. Usually more emotionally, mentally and materialistically than physically but she had been known to do it.
“Are you running?”
Qi is a witch. The crimson witch of the Osamu clan who plays with the red strings of fate as if it were only a cat’s toy. Cross her and that thread will snap.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Osamu Clan
☻ Success
☻ Getting Her Way
☻ Intellects
☻ Gambling
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Loose Ends
☹ Incompetent People
☹ Slow Paces
☹ Goody-Two-Shoes
☹ Water
☹ Betrayal
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Deception/Manipulation
✮ Gambling
✮ Temptress
✮ Assassination
✮ Strategies
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Strength
☆ Merciless
☆ Distant
☆ Independent
☆ Tiny
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Water -Can’t Swim [Most Guarded Secret]
✗ Failure
✗ Unpredicted Actions-Unfixable Ones
✗ Loving Someone
Mod
~And if you're lost out there
In the night, wishing on stars
Wonderin' who you are
Just know that you're never alone
And there's no place like home~
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Aglæca Qi Maura was born into the Osamu head family. Given her mother’s maiden name when she perished two hours giving birth to her youngest and last child. It was her godmother’s choice, the woman who nursed her as a baby since her father refused to go anywhere near her. He hated Qi for murdering his wife, the only person he gave a shit about besides himself.
She was isolated as a child, abandoned by her father and her older brother and left to the yakuza men that followed her father and her nanny who was her godmother and the wife to her father’s right-hand man. She first saw her father when she was 5 years old and he hit her, telling her never to come to that side of the house ever again.
Qi lived in a large, old fashioned Japanese manor. A luscious ground with numerous building holding extensions of the family. The main house was two times the size of the other homes and she lived in the northern wing where she wasn’t allowed to leave. The Osamu clan was a yakuza family that had lived for many generations. They were in control of a big gambling syndicate and drug trafficking that wasn’t thriving like it had in the past.
AT the early age of 4, Qi was introduced to this harsh world when some of the men who played with her came in sporting wounds from a gun fight. It was then when she began learning about the yakuza world. Her godmother began telling her about the organization that her family belonged to. The more she learned from them all, the more she wanted to become involved. When her brother, the heir to the clan, discovered her desire to be a part of it. He mocked her, taking the initiative to visit his little sister. Her older brother had been raised under her father, training to take over for him when he came of age. It was when she was 7 when he began picking on her and bullying her mercilessly for thinking she even belonged to this family after kill their mother. He shared the same hate as their father did and didn’t hesitate to rub that fact in her face. It didn’t take too long for her to adapt and become immune to his taunts. She never cared about her father, not after he had hit her and she shared no sentiments with her horrible brother. From what she knew about their organization from what she was told and overheard, her father was ruining everything and training his son to run it into the ground.
As she grew older, her personal tutor [which again was her godmother-she was a stay at home yakuza wife who had a degree in teaching]. She requested to be taught everything about the clan and anything else she would need to know if she were to take over. She also commanded it to be kept from her father, knowing he wouldn’t ask about her if he didn’t need to so wasn’t overly concerned about her command being overwritten by his. She dealt with her abandonment and seclusion from her family and the bullying from her aging brother. She got the men to teach her self-defense and self-taught herself some assassination tactics.
“I am tired of incompetent people wishing to use me because they think I’m weak.”
By the age of 16, she had grown into a good yakuza woman. Unafraid, manipulative, cunning and emotionally distant. She was good at housework things, playing the role of a good wife, but also knew more than her incompetent brother. He was turning 20 at this point and would be taking over the syndicate a few months after that. However, she couldn’t allow that idiotic dipshit to take over the Osamu clan. So, she assassinated him, killing him with her own hands and it felt good. Once she’d got rid of him, she staged the incident to make it appear that the opposing yakuza gang in Osaka had murdered him.
Her father mourned and immediately declared war on the Inagawa clan. Qi comfortably sat back and watched his entire legacy crash down around him. She made sure that those people that had been by her side since childhood stayed safe from this destruction but a war that lasted for two years until her father was forced to admit defeat and the weak-willed man gave into their demands. Osamu was integrated into Inagawa. They became their bitch and her father lost every ounce of power he once had.
A few months later, after her 18th birthday, she was married to Inagawa’s heir who had taken a liking to her. Her father eagerly sold her off to gain their favor and she willingly went. She wasn’t going to get anywhere if she stayed in that household. She allowed the prick to do anything he wanted to her while she began the second part of her plan behind the scenes. She was planting seeds, killing certain people that she could both get away with and would still cause the clan to crumble on itself. She developed her reputation, gaining followers who were loyal to her and turning those part of the Inagawa clan to the Osamu clan instead. This process was slow and the entire time she acted like a wife to her husband who she planned on killing once her plan was successful. Eventually, she gave her father the perfect opening to take control over the Inagawa clan and after killing their boss [Qi having killed her husband under the pretense that a guard had killed him] gained their loyalty.
Qi returned home and waited for the next part of her plan to unfold. During which she began doing what she had in Inagawa, she built her reputation and got the loyalty of many people while her father leads the gangs to ruin.
When she was 24, the small, pathetic thing that was the Osamu syndicate had finally had their fatal blow. She had helped her father get it back and he only brought it to ruin as she had predicted at the age of 7. So, she mercifully killed her father, relieving him of his duty and took over the family.
Due to her reputation and loyalty she’d gained, she was accepted in the position as boss and very soon those who had dropped from the clan had returned upon learning of her promotion. She demanded the respect of everyone else who doubted her and showed them what she could do. First thing was reestablishing the gambling syndicate their family was known for. She expanded and attended them, making them popular to the point where she bribed the police [or blackmailed them] to keep quiet about their antics. The more success they got, the more people who fell under her brother, the more influence she got, the power and money. Soon, she was able to expand past gambling to other markets. This meant opening new doors to theft, drugs, kidnapping, harboring criminals and general gang territorial disputes. She dealt with many people daily. Instructing her own men, arranging deals and discussing with clients.
The Osamu clan grew to be the biggest in the city with an influence all over japan with their established gambling rings. She traveled around a lot to visit influential and important clients that wished to deal with them. She had the police at her mercy and killed anyone who crossed her. It wasn’t too long before her name sent chills down people’s spine and the rumor of the crimson witch began to spread. She continued to use every moment of her life to dedicate to making her clan successful and happy. She was merciless to her enemies and respectful to allies. She was unmatched.
“I’ve achieved the dream of my 7-year-old self. However, I have yet to be satisfied.”
Unfortunately, turning 31, one of her closet’s attendant betrayed her, fearing her power. He wanted to stop her and fearing the consequences, committed suicide as soon as he gave her up to the officials higher up in the NPA. She was brought in and told she that they will tear her entire empire down along with her and she was having none of that.“Did you really think everyone would be stuck under your thumb?! YOU CAN’T CONTROL EVERYTHING!”
She told them, she would give herself in but that was all they were getting. They didn’t have enough evidence to tie her to everything in the syndicate or tie her to being the boss. Her people were sworn to secrecy as well as clients. She told them, they couldn’t bring the Osamu clan down and would prove that she didn’t have a direct role by going to jail. She left her closest friend in charge of her gang, her right-hand man who knew what she would pick to do but warned him against doing any big decisions without consulting her. She’d remain in contact by using the Surgeon. She’d heard about him and knew he would be the guy to smuggle messages into Nanba and out. She would handle and meticulously write out plans for him to accomplish for certain deals.
This had been going on for a year, where she has been staying in building 12 and still running her business on the outside until she gets out of the prison. She doesn’t plan to be staying much longer.
Her path has been one paved in red.
"I killed them all and I would do it all again without hesitation."
Mod
"It can happen anywhere, to anyone. No one is safe from humans that prey on humans."
"Night has always let the monster of this world out to play."
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Selaras Geneva Pye
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │
(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Poison Lily
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ N/A
│ Aɢᴇ │24
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ January 3rd
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │8:00am
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Capricorn
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 278
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 3
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 2158
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Homosexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ -Undefined-
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ A Million Men by Melanie Martinez
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Valerie Pye
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Unknown
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » AWOL
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Adelaide Pye
Relation » Younger Brother |◦ 20 » ◦| Status » Alive
"These looks of mine got me into trouble. So, I’ll use the very things against the people wo tried to take advantage of it."
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Long Silky Black
│ Eʏᴇs │ Bright Violet
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Sickly Pale, flawless. [Bruises Easily]
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 5’6”, very thin, not much curves to her, boney but a nice hourglass figure.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│ Branding Mark on her ass.
"Maybe I should be called Poison Ivy instead of a Lily."
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│Secretary For A CEO
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│Reading, Flower Arrangements, Working, Fashion, Baking
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Sweet Kiss of Death (toxic smooch): Selaras has the ability to salivate a toxin substance that kills organic and melts inorganic substances. Fortunately, her body is immune to this toxin so it doesn’t injure her at all.
Selaras releases these toxins from her saliva which she can use to coat her lips when kissing people. It’s a quick acting poison that immediately beings attacking cells and atoms at an astonishing rate. It reacts to certain things differently; plant cells it makes the flower toxic to the point it melts into a glop until it continues to combust into ash. With inorganic substances, it simply breaks down bonds until the material is no longer a solid substance. Finally, animal cells, once coming in direct contact with the toxic saliva, it breaks down cells, enters the bloodstream and invades the body. It doesn’t stop until all the cells are destroyed and the substance that it’s targeting has no more cells to break down. Thus, the victim dies and nothing remains of the body but a foul smell and a pile of ash mixed with various liquids.
It’s a very cruel and grotesque way to die.
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Fortunately, Selaras is able to control the outtake of the toxin so that the dosage in her saliva various in strength to the point where it’s nonlethal or only causes pain and irritation.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│`Sexual assault `First-Degree Murder `Rape
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
A flower, something that begins as a bud and blooms into something beautiful or sometimes even deadly. Selaras mimics her alias. She is a composed woman who seems like she has her life in order. She is an intelligent, dignified and disciplined. Selaras is all put together, confined in a tight bud.
She is responsible, cold and calculating. She waits for the perfect chance to sprout and show how dependable she is. Controlled but eager to work to an extent that she is unrelenting but fair and understanding. Polite and respectable to those who treat her as such, talking treating others the way they treat her very seriously.
“I think it’s the most disgusting thing something could ever do and they should just die.”
She has grown into a woman who is strict, knowing but unforgiving. She expects the worse causing her to be sort of a worrywart. She wants things to go well and for no one to suffer if they don’t deserve it. However, when her trust is betrayed and her kindness mistreated, she is not forgiving and holds that to them. She holds that grudge and doesn’t given them a second chance.
Selaras has developed a specific sense of morality. Anyone who breaks the law should be punished and those who disrespect, assault, rape or abuse other people are the worst and shouldn’t have a second chance. She won’t ever be dissuaded from this fact, not after what she’d went through. IN addition to this unusual sense of justice, she also has a prejudice against men. She despises them and it takes a lot for them to gain her trust.
Selaras has many faults but she is a dedicated and hardworking woman who is passionate about what she does and constantly enjoys doing something with her hands. She’s good at communicating and usually friendly with those she surrounds herself with. She is decisive, kind and motherly, someone people can rely on.
Still, she’d much rather be by herself once all is said and done. She likes hobbies she can just do herself and find comfort in doing alone in silence.
However, when she blooms, she is someone that is deadly. Attracting her prey is easy when she puts on her charm. She will seduce men and women alike who enjoy assaulting and raping other people and give them exactly what they deserve. A temptress that brings them in only to poison them after a single touch. She is a poisonous lily.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Flowers
☻ Books
☻ Reading
☻ Working-Having Something To Do
☻Fruits
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Men
☹ Rapists
☹ Abuse
☹ Bananas
☹ Sausages/Hotdogs
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Seducing Men/ Manipulation
✮ Intelligence
✮ Diligent
✮ Hardworking
✮ Sense of Justice
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Strength
☆ Speed
☆ Combat
☆ Trust Issues
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Rape
✗ Unexpected Touching
✗Killing Innocent People
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Selaras didn’t have the easiest childhood. She was born into a complicated family. Her mother was a woman disowned from her high class and rich family and moved into a shady place with the man she loved and was disowned for being with and getting knocked up by.
After Selaras was born was just the beginning of their rocky relationship. Her mother was forced to stay at home to look after her, nursing her while her boyfriend had to constantly work. It was okay for the first two years, they still loved each other and worked hard. They even were able to move to a better apartment and Valerie began a job at a bakery. Her boss, who was an older man was kind and allowed her to bring her two-year-old with her. With the additional income, it helped a lot but it meant they didn’t interact a lot anymore. Whenever they did, they tried to make the most of it.
When Selaras was four, her baby brother was born. It was another mouth to feed and only burdened the family more. Selaras’ father was a bit bitter about it but seemed to love his wife enough to get more hours. However, this meant that her mother was forced to take a leave from her job to look after the kids until her brother was old enough.
Selaras doesn’t remember much about her father. He was a strange man that came home occasionally, gave her an awkward pat on the head but never really interacted with her. She saw him kissing her mom and the way she loved him immensely. Her mother though, she was a loving and caring woman. She worked hard, was diligent and someone that the young girl loved and looked up to. She was so strong, something that was proved when Selaras was six and their father finally abandoned them. She remembered hearing her mother’s sobs but every morning. She got them up with a smile on her face and continued to live life providing for them. Selaras has never known a stronger woman.
Mod
Unfortunately, they couldn’t afford their apartment anymore, it was too costly when they only had Valerie’s small income to rely on from working at the bakery. They were so lucky that the owner of the bakery, Lucas, allowed them to rent the place above his bakery. Selaras and her brother took to calling him grandpa and loved to help out around the bakery. She was often helping in the kitchen, she enjoyed learning how to bake and helping her mom and grandpa prep in the morning. However, when she was seven, she was enrolled in school meaning she could only help afterwards and on weekends.
It was good despite their financial situation. Selaras was good at school but didn’t make friends at first, bullied for being poor but she tried to ignore it. They didn’t know anything about her or her family. When her brother turned four and began attending school, Selaras helped her brother with his homework. She had a good relationship with her brother, well she teased him all the time and he got on her nerves but they got along and she does love him. As they got older, the more he could tease back and embarrass each other.
Selaras had just as good of a relationship with her mother. She really looked up to her and she was a kind and forgiving woman yet strong and strict. She worked hard and helped them whenever they asked for it and gave them what they wanted. Selaras and her brother were good about only asking for what they needed, not wanting to put any strain on her. Selaras continued to help out, more and more as she got older. She enjoyed helping out at grandpa’s bakery and he taught her a lot of recipes that she loved to try.
Unfortunately, when Selaras was 12, Lucas passed away tragically. It was devastating to the family and even more so when they found out that he’d left them everything. Their mother inherited the small bakery and was left with his money and belongings. It had been a while since Selaras saw her mom cry, but she sobbed happy tears. Selaras continued to help her mom, waking up early even on school days to help prep for the day, making pastries and bread before she would take her brother to school along with her.
However, when she was in high school, somewhere when she finally had friends and wasn’t being bullied as much by her peers, something horrible happened. She studied hard, worked hard and even was part of student council and sports teams. She had one of the highest grades in her grade and was apparently rather popular due to her looks. Life was good. Her mother was happy working at the bakery, they had a steady income and her brother wasn’t going through any weird rebellious phase.
When she was 15, on her way home late one night after a long council meeting she was kidnapped. They knew who her mother’s parent’s were and wanted a ransom in return for Selaras’ life. They kept her tied up in a basement and sent her mother a note demanding a hefty amount of money in exchange for Selaras’ life. She believed that it would be the end. There was no way her mother could get that amount of money, not in the time frame they gave her.
A few days had passed since they kidnapped Selaras. She was kept tied up in the corner of the room while they all hung out, watching the news and sat chatting on the couch. The only smart thing they did was kept their masks on. However, that night, they were drinking when one of them went over to her and made a comment to the other guys about how pretty she was. Fear gripped her as in a drunken mess, the men tore off her clothes and raped her. After that first time, they continued to daily, not all at the same time. It was horrible, not only her voice hoarse from screaming, her body bruised and bleeding and her mind warped, but she heard they sent a video to her mother to threaten her into hurrying up.
An entire month of this until Selaras was knocked out and thrown onto the street she’d been kidnapped on. She was found by the police, naked, shivering covered in substances she didn’t want to list. Selaras woke up to her mother crying and her brother looking pissed, sitting as far from the bed as he could. Her mother was desperately apologizing, unable to stop and Selaras found she couldn’t talk, couldn’t say anything to comfort her. Later, she found out that her mother had to beg for money from her parents and now owed them a debt which they would have to pay off. No wonder her brother was pissed… but knew it wasn’t the only reason.
After a month of therapy, Selaras was able to return to school where everyone had heard that she’d been kidnapped. There was a lot of people concerned and many more who were angry at her for thinking she was self-important. Selaras chose to ignore all the rumors and continue where she had left off. It was hard though, she constantly had to hide her flinching whenever a man approached her too quickly or whenever someone touched her nearly had her collapsed in a panic attack. She often had to stay home from school on bad days and attended therapy often. It wasn’t surprising that she had developed a hatred for men after the experience. She didn’t have a positive opinion on most since her father left them and knew only a few were truly trustworthy but her opinion on this only escalated.
She still helped out at home but she dropped out of the sports clubs she was part of, unable to handle the environment but stuck with the student council. At home, her mother was quieter but still trying extra hard to make up the money to pay her family back while her brother had become overprotective of Selaras. He dropped her off at school now and picked her up after school or council every day as well. Selaras would never admit it, but she was thankful for him to do that. Otherwise, he treated her the same, teasing her without mercy and she did the same.
She gradually got better, able to handle being touched as long as it was consented and didn’t feel like panicking ever it happened by surprise. She was able to be composed and put that past mostly behind her. She graduated high school with a scholarship to a university only 20 minutes away by subway.
18, she went with further education in design and fashion. She liked baking but she found that she liked fashion much more though she wasn’t too good at sewing. She was handy at drawing but was better with numbers, accounting and organization. When she didn’t have classes, she was at home helping her mom or her brother with homework. She stopped going to therapy, believing she didn’t need it anymore and not wanting anything her mom was bringing in to go to that expense.
However, a few months later, she was returning home, having become an intern at a big fashion company and had to buy a proper outfit for the job, when a drunken man attacked her. Her trauma returned like a sledge hammer. She fought against the man, screaming but nothing helped. She was going to be raped here again. Fueled with fear and her hatred and rage towards men, something seemed to snap. The next moment, when the drunken rapist forcefully kissed her, a few minutes later, she watched him die horrifically and only thought about how he deserved it.
Too many people in this world were being abused and assaulted by other people for no reason but their selfish and twisted desires. She couldn’t let this go on. She spent the next day trying to figure out what had killed him and after discovering that it had been her saliva which was now toxic, she tested the limitations of the ability and if she had any control over it. Thankfully for her, she did and learned that it could kill or melt anything.
From that point on, during the day she helped her mother or was at school or at the internship. However, during the evening, she was out preying on rapists, pedophiles, sex offenders, creeps and anyone that planned to do something despicable to another human being. She would draw their attention, seduce them and after being brought to a secluded location, she would show them how their victims would have felt before relieving them of the agony with a sweet kiss of death.
This routine continued until she was 21. She’d finished university at this point and she was hired at the job she’d been interning at. She became the secretary for the CEO of the fashion company and found it ticking off all the boxes she desired. She could help with image designs but more importantly, she was able to use her abilities with numbers and organization. Plus, despite her prejudice towards men, her employer was a respectable guy who took her seriously and appreciated her commitment. She was hard working, dedicated and developed a close friendship with the CEO to the point where she even brought pastries she’d made to the office to share. She was sociable and good with people while being reliable. She was welled liked at work and she liked working there. Whenever she did have a day off, she was at home with her family, helping her mother’s bakery and teasing her brother. At night, she still hunted down rapists. There were newscasts about people that have been reporting missing and a serial killer targeting people in the city.
However, eventually, Selaras was caught when she was 24. Special forces came storming in when she was working to arrest her. She’d fought at first but with everyone staring at her, she was going to be compliant but she was treated too roughly. She ended up getting saliva on some of them during the struggle and killed two of the officers. She even ended up destroying her desk from her fear and anger at being touched by them. They finally apprehended her and put her into Nanba’s care.
She’ll be arriving in Nanba and she isn’t looking forward to doing nothing every day.
Mod
"Harmonious until the switches are flicked and peace turns to chaos."
"Hello…?"
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Regan Maeve Siobhan
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │
(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Invisible Girl
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Reggie, Regan, Ann
│ Aɢᴇ │23
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ September 17th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 6:30pm
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Calgary
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Virgo
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 13
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 0082
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Demisexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ N/A
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Green Day- Shoplifting
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Unknown
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » AWOL
Name Mason Siobhan
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
"Yes! We want it!"
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Short Whiteish Silverish Hair
│ Eʏᴇs │ Silver
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Very Pale, Ghostly
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 5’9”, sticks and bones hourglass figure.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Jeanne D'Arc
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Birthmark on her left thigh [backside of her leg]
"Yes, I.. did steal it."
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│`Animals `Collecting Things `Drawing `Cooking `Reading
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│
Soft Paws: she has very quick hands and good with her hands. She is able to steal anything from anywhere at this point. She’s acute enough with her fingers and delicate not to be noticed to the point where she herself doesn’t even notice.
Invisibility:she has the ability of any invisible student on the planet but even more so. Despite her appearance, she goes by life unnoticed specifically because she naturally matches wavelengths with people. She can hid her presence from other people by matching auras to hide herself and make it seem like she’s not there even if she’s right beside him.
Hacker: With her ability with her hands, she’s good at messing with wires, computers and hacking into places. It only feeds her impulse to steal.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│`Theft `Smuggling
"Observing every little detail."
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Reggie is a kleptomaniac. She has an impulse to steal items, items she doesn’t need but finds herself stealing despite. She can’t control this and fails to stop this impulse yet it doesn’t affect the fact she finds it a crime. Doesn’t mean she will return it though.
She is a girl that likes being in the shadows, making her mental disorder something that contradicts that fact. She hates having any attention on herself unless its attention from animals. She is practically invisible and likes that. However, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t see notice the small details. She has key observational skills which makes stealing really easy for her. Not to mention, it allows her to learn rather quickly making her hacking skills only adequate for stealing purposes but learned them nonetheless.
Reggie is a very shy person who doesn’t like violence [resorting to using pressure points to defend herself], rudeness or asking for help. She doesn’t like interaction with people if she can avoid it but she will still be very kind to whoever she does cross. Aside from stealing from them.
She’s a loyal person who is kind, hardworking and gentle. She is sweet and quiet girl that tries to be courtesy and nice. She doesn’t always succeed but she always helps out animals. She adores them to the point where she just becomes obsessed. She likes to help them and when she isn’t doing that or stealing something, she’s cooking. She likes to read, be outside and care for things that are injured. She’s a sucker for helping those that need help almost as she can’t help but steal things from people.
Soft spoken, kind and rather docile. Not a good match with many prisoners unfortunately.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Animals
☻ Cooking
☻ Shiny Things
☻ Having Things
☻ Food
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Rudeness
☹ Nosy People
☹ Dependence On Others
☹ Attention
☹ Unnecessary Violence
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Targeting Pressure Points
✮ Stealing
✮ Getting Into Places She Shouldn’t
✮ Speed/Invisible
✮ Independence
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Strength
☆ Kleptomaniac
☆ Pacifist
☆ Inept At Combat
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Heights
Mod
"Why?"
"Millions of streets I’ve traveled, many lonely kids… and the ghost of me still stuck among them."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Regan was born to a mother who was a one-night fling for a man who’d drunken cheated on his wife who he planned on divorcing. He had been rich and her mother had wanted to steal his money after he fell asleep. As soon as it was over, she took it and ran. Nine months later, she popped out a baby she thought she could get a few bucks off of.
She found out who the man she’d slept with was, forced him to pay some child support to keep it from the public and more importantly, from his wife who he was still married to. She was able to leech off him using Regan for two years. Two years of occasional neglect from a woman who knew nothing about what she was doing and enjoyed getting high half of the time. Regan barely survived the experience. Fortunately, she was a strong kid and she only endured it for two years.
When she was two, her father divorced his wife and her mother now had nothing on him to keep paying child support. In fact, she got scared when he demanded for her to let him see Regan. She refused and ran, taking Regan and dumped her at the nearest orphanage before booking it out of town. No idea why but the woman was so fucked up from drugs that nothing she did made sense.
That would only be the beginning of the hell for Regan.
The run-down piece of shit that her mother had abandoned her in was owned by a man who collected children only to get the child support the government would give him for looking after the little pests. He hated them, neglected them often and forced everything to look good and happy whenever someone came around to check on the place to ensure he would still get paid.
It was a war. Whoever was the strongest survived here. For only a two-year-old, this battlefield was deadly. She only got scraps of whatever the other kids didn’t tear from each other and was forced to hide in the corner of the kitchen if she didn’t want to be trampled on. The older she got, the stronger she had to be if she wanted to get food and water. The more she tried, the more she stood out and the more she was bullied. The older kids were merciless and it was a daily occurrence for her to be bruised and cut up. She was never clean, always dirty unless inspection came and they all had to tidy up or face Gastuo’s wrath.
By the age of 5, she was near death, hungry and couldn’t stay in that house. She managed to sneak out and desperate for food, tried to steal. Her first few attempts ended in failure and being tossed out onto the street if she wasn’t beaten. However, she kept on trying, forcing herself to get up and try another tactic, to see what would work to get the food that would quench the pain.
Finally, a ray of success shined upon her and it was the tastiest food she’d ever had. Literally, because it was the first decent food she’d ever eaten. Thus, she had to return home where she was bullied until she hid herself in her corner. She wished she was just invisible. Everything would be simpler if no one could see her.
Seven years passed. During this time, Regan had adapted to hide herself. She found that if she could read the air in a room and the emotion of another person, she could match it to the point where her presence went unnoticed. She was still visible of course but inconspicuous to a point that she seemed to not exist. It helped her to free herself from being bullied too often and allowed her to steal food or trinkets to buy food when she escaped out of the house. She got quite adept at stealing things to the point that it was like second nature. She stole what she needed and filled her belly whenever she was hungry.
On the side, she often found stray cats or dogs which she fed and gave water to. She found she liked animals, wanting to help them and pet them… and cuddle them. She didn’t like to see them suffering so she took what she could and gave it back to them.
However, when she was 13, Gastuo was finally caught for child neglection and fraud or whatever. All the kids were taken out of that hellhole and placed into foster care. Regan was not used to it. A warm and nice place to sleep, food she didn’t need to get herself and nice people who seemed to constantly be hovering. She found even though she tried to adjust she couldn’t. She lasted three months at her first foster home when she was tossed back into the system for stealing. She found herself stealing from them without meaning to, it was impulsive despite the fact she didn’t need to. She had been caught, her stash found out and they’d been pissed. She was scolded and she promised not to do it again only to continuously do it at every foster home. She would steal from them, wherever they happened to bring her, from passersby on the street. She couldn’t get herself to stop nor did she have the concrete urge to do so. It got to the point where people weren’t open to allowing her to stay in their homes.
She was 15 when she was stuck and fortunately, someone came to adopt her officially. She hadn’t cared anymore, knowing she’d be abandoned again and just wanted the attention to stop turning to her. She wanted to be invisible again.
The man who came and adopted her, ended up to be her biological father. How he found her, she didn’t know nor would he tell her. He took her to his fancy apartment where he’d been living alone since he’d divorced his wife. He told her about her [good for nothing] mother and how she’d been born. He couldn’t tell her how she ended up at the orphanage though but was told that he’d been looking for her for a long time. What he said went in one ear and out the other. She didn’t trust him and whatever bullshit reason he gave for looking for her after all this time. She just wanted to be left alone.
“I just want to be left alone.”
She got that wish though. He was a busy man, owning a big company, hence the rich place and found out that it didn’t matter if she sold anything since he could easily get another one. His words. It only made her feel worse about her inability to stop stealing and put more distance between them.
A few months after being adopted and living in the new place, he hired a tutor for her after learning she hadn’t had a lick of education and didn’t want his daughter to be an idiot. She was tutored constantly, since she had nothing else to do. She was taught how to read and write, all the basics up until her age grade. She didn’t care for most of the stuff but she caught on quickly when she was taught anything that allowed her to use her hands. Hence, anything that she had to do on the computer meant she got it pretty well- even learning how to take it apart, put together and coding. However, her main interest was on science. She was fascinated, more so with the biology of living organisms. She recalled those strays she’d helped, how many were injured and wanted to know how to help them. By 18, she’d finished what she needed done of schooling, she made one request from her father. The first since moving in with him [she didn’t seem him too much and did steal from the house unintendedly]. She convinced him to let her go for some schooling to become a veterinarian. She wanted to know how to help animals in need.
She continued this education, trying very hard to be good [though it didn’t stop her from stealing but she was good enough at it that no one noticed]. She unfortunately didn’t get her doctrine to become a veterinarian. She was put into jail before she could finish her degree. She found herself hacking into a museum and stealing priceless jewels ‘cause they’d looked pretty on the TV. She was arrested at 22 and escaped from jail a week later. Due to her kleptomania, she stole the guard’s keys and found herself taking long walks. Something she would stroll out of the prison entirely having an impulse to steal something outside of it. She would be caught soon after and put into another jail. If she didn’t escape, her father paid her bail only for her to end up back in there for stealing something else during probation. In the end, she was just sent to Nanba prison where she was placed in building 13.
Lonely, she still escapes her cell to make her way to certain places to entertain herself or steal from someone. She tends to go to the infirmary to play with Dr. Vesta’s bunnies. She adores them.
Mod
"Hiiiiiii!!!"
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Devin Ernaline Pandora
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │
(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Lilith
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Naline, Nali. Vinny.
│ Aɢᴇ │ N/A
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ April 1st [1919]
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │1:00am
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Aries
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 1
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ﹕│ 1901
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Everyone Is Beautiful and Deserves to Be Loved!
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ *Smiles and Giggles*
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Unknown
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
Name Unknown
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » ?
"Woah?! WHAT!"
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Big, long, bushy, wavy pinky hair.
│ Eʏᴇs │ Soft Lavender with some pastel blue.
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ White but pink cheeks.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
6’2”, very talle little lady and isn’t afraid to wear heels. Feminine curves but stuble. Very elegant and fit.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ ~This Image~
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Two cute little, white keratin horns that stick out from her hair.
She also has a tail which changes shape [even weapons]
Par exemple:
(view spoiler)
│ Other │
Her outfits are always cute, fruits, animals, colourful but pastels. She is always in a dress or skirt and usually has a fluffy
"Surprised? I’m sorry… but you’re bad I heard… and I want to go home and bake as quickly as I can. I found a new recipe I want to try out!"
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│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │Survival- so Life
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│Hitwoman
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│`Singing `Cooking `Baking `Killing `Playing Outside `Animals `Surviving
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Immortality: since turning the age of 18, her cellular structure has nulled any aging processes that occurs in the body. Due to this, she heals at a slower rate [which is why she is very careful not to get hurt] and has an ice like complexion.
Adaptive Tail: Her tail has the ability to alter it’s shape and appearance. The appearance she usually uses to go with her outfit while altering its shape is for combat or defensive reasons. It can alter into a weapon [though it had to be around the same amount of mass so it can’t become too big] or become a sort of shield instead of a weapon.
When it isn’t for offensive or defensive purposes, it’s a regular prehensile tail that she uses for a lot of different daily tasks.
Claws: She has retractable claws that extend from her cuticles that form when she feels threatened or intends to attack someone. They’re strong, toughened nails similar to talons and equally as deadly.
Lure: She is constantly producing a pheromone that stimulates the desire for creatures to be drawn to her. It’s a scent that intoxicates people but not to any hypnotic effect. It’s used to bring in her prey but she doesn’t often use it to that effect. She just enjoys being around people and animals.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│`Manslaughter of the First Degree `Assassination `Assault
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Angel meets devil indeed. Devin is a courageous woman who is determined, confident and enthusiastic while equally being optimistic. Despite how similar her name is to devil, she is a sweet girl. She’s has a loveable personality and is simply adorable due to her childish like nature. With his childish like personality, she is very innocent in many aspects and doesn’t understand much of the world making her equally naïve. She doesn’t let this affect her too much, being a honest and in your face type of girl. She doesn’t understand boundaries and she is always looking to be friendly with everyone. You must be kind to people and she is very good at it. It helps that she is sociable and adept at understanding body language. With her experience with animals, she had to learn how to understand things by body language instead of verbal communication. Devin is a passionate and enjoys the simplicities in life. She likes doing what she wants, wearing cute and comfy clothes and taking on challenges. She surprisingly loves sports and is always up for doing anything anyone suggest. She’s a bundle of energy, always moving and loves to be doing something.
To be any more angelic, the fact animals naturally come to her and tend to listen to her. It gives her the aura of someone who is pure. She is but no matter how kind she is and how much she loves animals and animals seem to like her, she isn’t as angelic as she seems.
Devin, devil as her name resembles, is often just that. She may be a sweet girl but she can be rather short-tempered when her life seems to be on the life she can act rather aggressively and impulsively. She doesn’t have much of a guilty conscience about killing people due to the fact that she has a weird sense of right and wrong. Murder is fine when it comes with survival but anything that isn’t in the context of survival of the fittest, is wrong, as well as being mean to people who don’t deserve it. She gets mad about it and tends to impulsively shed some blood. She often does this with a smile too. However, she stops smiling because she doesn’t really like blood. It’s not pretty and it makes her sad [she’s a very emotion driven person] and it smells funny. She really doesn’t like it yet often still does it.
She even works as a hitwoman, killing whoever she’s hired to. “Bad people don’t deserve to live in such a pretty world.” It helps that she can’t stand staying still or doing nothing. There is no stopping her unless she wants to be stopped.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Animals
☻ Singing
☻ Cooking/Baking
☻ Smiling and Laughing
☻ The Outdoors
☻ New People
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Blood
☹ Unnecessary Acts of Violence
☹ Blackmail
☹ Meanies
☹ Being Locked Up
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Strong
✮ Agility/Speed
✮ Lure
✮ Tail
✮ Passionate
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Temperamental [doesn’t show on her face. Beware]
☆ Impatient
☆ Not Invincible
☆ Nosy/Curious
☆ Aggressive
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Death
Mod
"I did what I did because it’s the survival of the fittest. I want to live. Isn’t that how life works?"
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Devin Ernaline Pandora was created as a science experiment in a time where science wasn’t really a push to the future. Her biological father was known as a crackpot, even a demon in the small religious farm town but was a handsome man who happened to seduce Devin’s mother. Taken by his idealism and way with words. She got knocked up, married him despite her parents disowning her for it and that’s when it all began. He was well before his time, interested in how babies were born and why humans were different from animals. Thus, while she was sleeping, he injected some insane stuff into the fetus. Around the time where she was getting to the point of going into labour eventually, he left town without a word, completely disappeared. In his absence, Devin’s mother was chased out for being a she-devil, the devil’s slut. She escaped into the woods where she gave an untimely birth to Devin. She lay dying and Devin, kind of fucked up due to the experimenting by her dad, ended up eating her after she’d died from the process of giving birth to her.
She was taken in by a wolf family and taken care of the mamma wolf and raised among them. For years, she lived in the woods with the animals with the survival of the fittest as an everyday thing. She had to endure and fight to survive but she also got along with a lot of different animals in the woods. She loved her life with them. It was simple and she was happy. She looked different from them but she had a tail so she fit in well.
Life was good until many years passed, generations of generation of animals dying and she was watching it all happen. Death was natural as breathing to her. However, trees were being cut down and she was losing her home. She didn’t understand what was happening besides people that looked kind of like her but didn’t have tail or horns and came in all different appearances were cutting down trees and her friend were losing their homes.
Devin tried to protect them by stealing the weird things they used to cut trees down and created the superstition of a demon living in the woods. Driven by the fear of the demon who could kill them, the humans decided the lumber from this forest was not worth it. They torched the area instead of cutting it down. They wanted the land to expand the town and if they killed the demon then they didn’t have to worry about it coming to tear it down.
The fire destroyed everything, killing her friends, demolishing her home and even took her life. She was trying to save some of her forest friends when a burned tree tumbled down and not only knocked her off a cliff into a river, but she hit her head and was knocked out, carried downstream away from the fire. She was rescued from drowning by a lovely woman. The woman lived alone, isolated in another part of the woods. She was an inventor who was too smart for her time. She made all sorts of gadgets that made her life easier so she could research more. She took Ernaline in, gave her a name and everything.
She helped Vi and didn’t mind the horns, she just thought she liked to dress funny since she wasn’t one to talk about being normal. Naline stayed with her for quite some time, learning about her own kind and even English as well as some other useful things that didn’t make sense to her but she did anyway. It seemed like the lady liked teaching her as much as she liked her weird sense moving metal things. Devin learned much and still was able to spend time outside where she met new friends. Death was a way of life and she couldn’t bring back the animals she’d lost and she didn’t even know how to find it.
Unfortunately, the lady became very strange, more so than normal. She went crazy and Ernaline had no choice but to kill her! She was starting to get to the point of locking her up, touching her weirdly and she feared that she would be raped or something. She just reacted badly to the lure after that long period of time. Sadly, she had to get out of there. The blood and the scent brought on bad memories of the fire and it was also just gross and sad. She liked the lady and now she had to kill her.
Vi was entered into the world for the first time after decades of isolation. Everything was so new and exciting but also very terrifying. It didn’t stop her from being curious and getting involved-at least trying to. She was fascinated with the outside world but the world didn’t seem to like her. Sure, people were drawn to her but her appearance made her outcasted and unacceptable. She was even almost killed a few times and it wasn’t very nice!
She was stuck for a long time, unable to do much but she was frequently helped out by some nice people who were kind to her. There was many times she didn’t know what to do and they were very accepting of her despite her horns and tail. They called it cute! She was taught much more things as time passed by these people, even some more baking and cooking. She found she liked doing that and well anything that was new and challenging. When she wasn’t with these people, she was outside somewhere, usually with some animals for as long as possible. She felt more at home that way. However, she was adaptable anywhere which helped since she was forced to move around often. People were nice but sometimes they were too nice or they were just plain mean and she had to defend herself.
Eventually, she stayed somewhere that was pretty accepting of her but she discovered something horrible. They were aging where she wasn’t. Just like back home with the animals, they were dying around her, changing and she wasn’t. It was all so confusing and it meant that she couldn’t depend on them forever but she had no money to survive on her own. This world seemed to revolve around that concept of money and she had no way to get an income. No one liked to hire her when she had tried and even if she was hired [there had been a few jobs] they’d get a compliant eventually and she would have to be fired. Once, she waitressed for an older woman who had bad eyesight but it didn’t last long since some creepy men ambushed her one night and she had to kill them. They even tore her favourite shirt!
She needed money [apparently] and she wanted to earn her keep and not rely on the kindness of others forever. If she had money[she could even buy some food for her friends! Animals friends… that is because she often found starving animals where the people lived. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find a job that suited her or someone who was willing to hire someone as strange as she was. Until she was approached by someone who said they’d hire her but she’d have to kill people. They had heard of the trail she’d left behind and had been hunting her down from the rumors to use her for their own gain. She wasn’t sure at first but they convinced her she would be killing bad people and she had to do it if she wanted the money. She agreed and was hired for her first assassination. She succeeded and everyone thought it had been a savage animal attack. She got blood all over her, she wasn’t happy. It was the 1990s by this point.
Life continued for twenty years. She was a hitwomen for the company and did a lot of assassinations, even experimenting to not make the killings so bloody. Sometimes it worked, other times it didn’t. She liked it when blood wasn’t involved. She got money and stayed in a nice placed in the forest so she could be around her animal friends. She also liked people so whenever she was on a mission, she was able to spend time with people doing recon and stuff. It was all so exciting and fun!
Eventually, that fun came to an end when the company she had been hired and outsourced by was caught and disbanded. Their employees were rounded up and put into prison including Devin. They had been surprised to see the woman who didn’t even look in her twenties being the one contracted for twenty years. They were expecting her to pick a fight when they came for her but did not expect to see a woman in a small cottage in the forest, outside in the garden with animals all around. It was something out of a fairy tale… until the whole horns and tail things. She then went along with them willingly, not putting up a fess and was cheerful and courtesy the whole way. However, due to her extensive record, she was put into Nanba due to that and her skills.
She’d been a residence at Nanba for five years now and she’s enjoyed her time there. She did wish for more animal friends and more time outside but she couldn’t complain. She got to meet so many interesting people and she didn’t need to see blood all the time anymore! She is very curious, loves meeting new people and due to her good behaviour, has been allowed a lot of privileges that people in building 1 do not often receive. However, she has had a few incidents at the prison. Certain aggressive inmates that come with being in building 1 put up a fess and to defend herself, she ended up killing them. She was punished for killing of course but it was self-defense and many of the people here would have killed her if she hadn’t done it first. Fortunately, these incidents are few and far between since her lure ability keeps people usually docile enough not to try and kill her immediately.
"I hate the sight of blood.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t kill for a living."
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【 Kei Rhett Embry】
"Caring for things brings a lot of trouble."
[Meaning of Name:]
Kei: Firefly; wise
Rhett: Ardent; fiery
Embry: Flat-topped hill
[Species:] Human
[Gender:] Male
[Age:] 17
[Rank:] Prisoner
↳[Reasoning:] Multiple accounts of theft, vandalism.
[Prisoner number:] #19
[Building:] 13 (Building 6 previously)
[Abilities:]
◆ Force Field: Allows him to create a transparent force field around himself or his weapons (people around him or in close vicinity as well) to shield himself from incoming attacks. He is also able to coat his weapons with it to increase their surface area and allow him to hurt his opponents far easier (for it is unlikely they will be able to see the force field well, unless they have abilities of their own enabling them to do so), as it can sharpened enough to inflict damage on another's flesh.
◆ Swordsmanship: He is also skilled in the use swords, though at the moment, the only one he uses is his saber, but he believes he would be able to apply his skills to other swords as well. He can accurately use knives as well, throwing them at his targets from a safe distance away, and normally has aim good enough to manage a hit.
◆ Programming ( In relation to computers and hacking, but also creating and tracking): If Kei had to name a single hobby, it would likely be programming. He is skillful enough to be able to hack into sites, and takes great pleasure when he manages to hack into a site that is generally under security or very secretive. He knows how to create programs as well, though it is the hobby he indulges in least, for he claims he prefers to destroy programs than create programs. He has a few programs however that can be of use, for instance, tracking programs to allow him to find certain items he wants, or people which can come in handy quite a lot.
[Weapon:] His saber and throwing knives.
[Theme Song:] --
[Birthday:] October 17
[Zodiac Sign:] Libra
[Blood type:] AB-
[Sexuality:] Undetermined
[Relationship Status:] Single
[Crush:] ---
[Liked by:] Open
Appearance:
(view spoiler)
[Height:] 5'10
[Weight:] 53 kg
[Build:] Lanky, somewhat tall, slim
[Eyes:] Azure blue
[Hair:] Black
[Complexion:] Pale
[Markings:] Multiple small and faint scars around various parts of his body.
[Faceclaim:] Fushimi Saruhiko
● Dressing Style:
● History:
Kei was born to a dysfunctional family of 3, excluding himself. His father, albeit being wealthy, was a man of little compassion and faith in his sons. He was rarely home, despite his job not being so taxing as to contain him for so many hours, and would only drop by once or twice in a week, sometimes in a month, without so much as a hello to the kids. His mother was even less forgiving, from a young age, Kei was already able to comprehend her contempt for him, because she displayed that so strongly. He discovered why that was a few years later, thanks to his brother, and that it was because she had never yearned for a second son. The only reason she had birthed Kei, he was told, was because her husband used illegal methods to obtain his wealth, and going out into the open with news of a child would certainly bring attention to her husband. Nevertheless, Kei was able to survive the years he spent with his family somehow due to his older brother. It wasn't that his brother was any nicer to him, in fact, he was crueler than both of their parents, but he was the only one who showed Kei attention, however negative it may be, and Kei was grateful for someone to halt his loneliness. He loved his brother with all his flaws solely for this reason. When his brother's occasional teasing however began increasing in mischief, from throwing toys at Kei to now shoving his younger brother in front of a busy street purely for the hell of it, Kei began to feel some resentment towards his brother.
When he was 12, he asked his brother, for he knew he received an income of his own, if it were possible to enroll him in school, like all the other children. His brother looked disgusted by such a suggestion, for he had never gotten to attend school for long, and the little time he did had not been a pleasant time. It was because of this, Kei supposed, that his brother's tormenting became even worse. At last, when Kei turned 14, and could no longer stand to endure his brother's cruel bullying, his mother's stares of contempt, and his father's rare outbursts of anger, he left home and ran as ar as his legs could carry him. He didn't have money or other necessities to get by on, so he began to shoplift. It was small items at first, but soon it wasn't only shoplifting, but pick pocketing and theft of property as well. At one point, he even vandalized the back of a store because the store owner had lectured him after he caught him attempting to shoplift. It didn't take long for complaints to reach the police, and before he knew it, Kei found himself in Nanba prison. It was a little amusing, he found. He would often bother the guards by deliberately leaving his cell, even if he had no intentions of escaping. It was due to this that he was transferred to block 13, and that is where he resides at present. He has heard he many be getting a new roommate soon, which he is not particularly pleased about.
● Personality:
Kei is a mixture of contradictions. His lack of disrespect for others yet respect for those he may barely know, his egotistical nature yet blatant regard for his own health and self-worth, plus intelligence but not any particular intelligence in the subjects he cares most deeply for, make him altogether a mixture of truths and lies, doubt and righteousness, and self-importance and disregard for himself. He displays minimal interest in most topics, with the exceptions of a few valued things that he wouldn't mention, so as not to endanger them. No matter the situation he is in, he is somehow always able to keep a calm and level headed demeanor, just because he has lost concern for many things overtime and thinks it would be dangerous to worry about things. It is precisely for this same reason that he had pushed others away and refused to open up to anyone, fearing that if he gets too close to someone, it will only result in disaster. His expressions make it hard for people to tell what he is thinking, even when he's smiling or laughing, because it's difficult to know what emotions exactly lie behind those gestures, since Kei does not ever laugh, at least, not now. His smiles are rarely genuine, and if they are, they are mocking and mean. He does not often speak with others, but when he does, he can come off as rude and sarcastic even if it is not his intention (although this is usually his intention), which makes him a bit hard to talk to. If someone ever were to try and look beyond his biting words however, they would discover that really, he is as lonely as he was in his childhood days.
He also can be seen as self centered, although thoughtless would be a more fitting term, since he does not care about himself just as much as he doesn't show care for others. It is a common misinterpretation he shows, but really he does care for some people, and in that case more than himself, as he disregards himself more often than not.
Kei's one hobby is programming, and that which comes with it, such as hacking. He regularly makes programs of his own to pass time with, or leans on invading"private" programs for merit.
To sum it up, while he may act reserved, cold, and indifferent, Embry is honestly not as terrible as he likes to put out, and deep down in his heart, he is actually kind. Due to experiences of the past, he has closed off his heart from others, too scared to let anyone in. While he does lie to himself and tell himself he is entirely fine with being alone, in reality he would love some company, and secretly wishes for someone willing to chase him far enough to open his heart again. Not that he would ever admit to that truth, of course.
.[Family: ]
↳ Mother; https://i.pinimg.com/736x/61/b9/f2/61...
↳ Father; https://i.pinimg.com/236x/32/ca/23/32...
[Friends:] None (Open)
[Rivals:] None
[Enemies:] Open
Likes:
~ Learning new abilities
~ His saber & knives
~ Programming
~ Rain
~ Irritating people
~ Showing people the error of their ways
~ Animals, to some extent, and children, to a small extent
~ Escaping (partly for the guards, partly for the satisfaction)
~ Quiet places
Dislikes:
➛ Most people
➛ Loud, noisy areas
➛ Competitions/challenges
➛ Working
➛ Listening to others
➛ Kind people (he fears being forced to open up to them)
➛ Social interactions (unless it is bothering people who believe they are superior or better than him)
➛ All social activities (shopping, chatting, etc)
➛ Talkative people
Weakness/fears:
- People who are exceedingly kind
- Being completely alone (For instance, if he were the only person in a large area)
- Opening up to someone
- Letting people in
Strengths:
▸ Pissing the hell out of people
▸ Logical, intelligent
▸ Programming, hacking
▸ Doing things most people deem "impossible" or "too hard"
Secrets & Facts:
▷ While he claims otherwise, he does feel a sense of achievement when he protects something, and being that he has the skills to protect animals or children on some occasions, favors them over other things
▷ He's actually quite terrified of being alone, despite constantly wanting to be alone and avoiding being with others.
▷ Acts harsher than he truly is
▷ Secretly wishes for company
▷ Insists on being addressed by his last name only
Flaws:
◇Inconsiderate
◇ Interprets pity, sympathy, and empathy as mockery and therefore never accepts any of the three
◇ Lacks the courage to come to terms with his worries and fears
◇ Never speaks about himself, not knowing how to react if someone understands him
◇ Refuses to accept loss, usually carrying on till he considers himself having won
◇ Though he claims he prefers damaging people, he wishes to help someone, but believes he is not fit to help anyone
Virtues:
◆ Intelligent
◆ Cares more than he shows (in his own ways)
◆ Observant
◆ Experienced
◆ Can offer constructive and helpful advice
◆ Holds a deep interest in people's psychology
[Other:]
(view spoiler)
He looks great! I'll try my best to start making Misaki, but I'm very distract atm so he may take me a while. I hope you don't mind.
Thanks! Take your time, I don't mind owo
Mod
"You DID WHAT?!"
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Kealan Aalexi Cypher
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Moral Code
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Kae
│ Aɢᴇ │27
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ March 23rd
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 2:25pm
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Canada
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Aries
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 5
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 0997
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Female
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Demisexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ N/A
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Riot
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Kristopher Cypher
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Nathanail Cypher-Halem
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Graeham Cypher
Relation » Brother |◦ 35 » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Yuhyem Cypher
Relation » Brother |◦ 32 » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Joey Cypher
Relation » Brother |◦ 29 » ◦| Status » Alive
"My height and figure may hinder me visibly but I can still deal a deadly blow."
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Strawberry Blonde [white stripes, pink, peach]
│ Eʏᴇs │Green eyes, very bright, half dark green the other a bright green.
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ She had a nice tan, contrasting her light coloured hair.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
She's just 5'1", seemingly birdlike frame but she has a fair amount of muscle [not overly]. Well built woman, curvy and definitely not thin.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ ~This Image~
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Her clothing style varies from large, baggy ‘guy’ clothes or tight fitting workout clothes that show too much skin in comparison.
Few scars on her body from stab wounds and even shots [since she tends to piss people off or put her body on the line to protect others].
"Don’t think I can’t beat you if I didn’t have this ability. I can use every strength hidden within my body but knowing how to use that strength makes me different from those simply relying on brute strength.."
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│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │Her Family/ Her Morals
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│Training Instructor
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│`Fighting `Looking After People `Training [Herself and Others] `Eating
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Enhanced: Her ability is enhancing her physical abilities. Strengthening her muscles, allowing her to use her full strength that one’s mind inhibits. She can move faster, utilize all her strength and allows her reaction time to speed up. She can run faster and move her body in ways that seem inhuman by disabling those inhibitions. Most people just classify it as superhuman strength which is the just of it.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│`Disturbance `Assault `Sever Injury To Other People `Noise Complaints
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Kae is one of the more straight laced people committed to this prison. If not for her unique brain chemistry, she would have been placed in a normal prison and only sentenced for limited time.
She’s a good person, very kind and enthusiastic. She likes helping people and she’s a rather optimistic, honest person. Kae is outspoken, never afraid to speak her mind and is especially passionate about her opinions and ideals. Even if the person is twice her weight and height, she won’t ever be afraid to tell them off. She’d developed quite the fair amount of confidence and courage from a young age. Feeling a high level of protective instincts caused her to become overly protective over her weak brothers. Since her appearance sure isn’t intimidating, her determination is. It’s quite frightening her inability to give in.
However, lacking a scholarly brain, she makes up for combat knowledge and passion. She takes to taking leadership roles easily and is the type that you either can follow without hesitation or someone you bite heads with. There isn’t an in between.
Loving physical challenges and sports, she dominated in high school and continues to grow in her job as a trainer [giving her the perfect reason to constantly wear comfy clothes and eat a LOT of food].
Kaelan is not only a good fighter but she has a kind helpful heart. She has a strict set of morals and moral responsibilities that she cares very deeply about. She doesn’t pay much mind to actual laws that conflict with reprimanding those that needed to be punished for their deeds. She is known for helping the elderly, looking after kids and scaring away bullies. Her neighborhood is the safest in the district. She cares deeply about following social rules, like no budding in lines, looking both ways before crossing, helping elderly cross the street or carrying bags and she absolutely cannot handle anyone thinking they should steal from others. She despises it.
“I didn’t allow you to cut in front of me.”
Thus, when these strict principles are broken by others, she tends to act very aggressively. She may be nice [though strict] she is, frankly, short-tempered and incredibly impulsive. She won’t wait around for someone to deal with the situation, especially not the police. She will dive in head first without waiting [she is an impatient person]. When her anger is sparked, her ability comes to light when she punished them [often in order to capture them], thus ending in her using too much strength and injuring them. Since her ability only comes out when she is angered, she has no practice of controlling it. It’s fortunate that she heals faster than most people otherwise she wouldn’t even be able to move half the time.
As long as you stay on her good side, you shouldn’t have any problems with her. Though, be cautious about using curse words around her. She may use them on occasion but she never wants to hear it from anyone else, especially not people she has high hopes for.
She is a loving individual when she does care about someone [like her family], leading her to show her affection in a more aggressive and blunt way. However, love does not make her blind to people’s faults, she will point them out if they are bad enough to need correction. She’s a hard person to handle if one cannot handle a woman who knows herself and is unwavering while being immensely strong [doesn’t stop ppl from manhandling her due to her size-she will never admit it].
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Family
☻ Friends
☻ Training
☻ Being A Good Citizen
☻ Food
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Rule Breakers
☹ People Who Give Up
☹ Inactivity/ Work That Does Not Use One’s Strengths
☹ Junk Food
☹ Tardiness
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Strength
✮ Speed
✮ Agility
✮ Will Power
✮ Determination
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Hard Headed
☆ Uncompromising
☆ Ability Can Lead To Her Injuring Her Body
☆ Uncontrolled
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Losing
✗ Falling
✗ Death
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"I won’t let anyone bully my brothers! SO apologize!"
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Kristopher and Nathanail met each other in college, introduced by friends of a friend. It took a few years for these two to become a couple, both hiding their feelings since they weren’t openly gay and didn’t want their friends [who were all muscle junkies] to find out. It wasn’t until after college that things progress in both their relationship but also in their careers. They were both enthusiastic about combat arts. Kristopher specializing and becoming a pro boxer after graduation [only going to get a degree so he could teach boxing]. Nathanail on the other hand continued to become a martial artists, soon even owning his own dojo.
Years later, their careers were successful and they were happily living with each other. It was at this time that they decided they wanted to have some kids. It was big conflict since Nathanail wanted to try with a surrogate mother, have kids with their genes in them but Kristopher was not comfortable with that and wanted to adopt. Eventually, they decided that their first time should be a child they adopt. Thus, they soon filed in the paperwork and adopted a toddler named Graeham.
Six years later, they officially adopted their third son. Now they had Graeham, Yuhyem and Joey. They were three years apart in age from the last and they were quite different from their adoptive parents but it was a rather content household… but outside wasn’t so much. Bullying was a concerning problem, but they weren’t treated horribly only because everyone knew their fathers could beat their asses if they ever found out.
Three years after Joey was adopted, they adopted their final kid. They weren’t planning on it but after meeting a two year old Kaelan, they wanted to bring her into the family, plus she’d be their first girl and they were confident that they could handle it. She would have three older brothers to rely on- for intellectual things.
Kaelan was brought into their home and took little time to adjust. She was already attached to her new family, adoring her brothers though Graeham was kind of cold to her, but still helped her when she was struggling to learn how to read. She adored her new fathers and she was daddies’ little girl, gaining most of their attention now.
When she began school at four years old, it was then she discovered a very harsh truth. As soon as they found out she was a Cypher, everyone left her alone. None of their parents wanted them near her, fearful she would be violent or her parents would negatively influence their kids. Hence, she was outcasted immediately. This was hard at first, leaving her in tears every time she came home with her fathers unable to anything for her.
However, that wasn’t the only thing she learned about once she actually started school. She was waiting for her brother to come and pick her up but they were taking forever. Not wanting to wait any longer to go home where it was warm and comfortable, she headed out to find them. Find them she did, Joey and Yuhyem were being targeted by some classmates who were picking on them relentlessly. She raced over and snapped at them all, threatening to get her father’s involved and even punched [though it was like a poke] one of them. They were laughing but left assuring the two that they won’t always have their baby sister there to protect them [laughing meanwhile].
Pissed, she stormed home with her brothers in tow and as soon as their fathers were home, she demanded to be taught how to fight. If she knew how to fight, she could stop people from bullying her brothers. She could not believe that they were so mean to them without any cause. They were surprised, since the other three showed absolutely no interest in fighting at the slightest. They were hesitant at first but even as a four year old, the girl at a stubborn, determined streak.
It took a few months but eventually, Kaelan was trained enough in both boxing and martial arts to at least give the bullies a good scare. So, unfortunately for those bullies, she was there nearly every time they tried to mess with her brothers, gaining herself a reputation of a scary girl that beats people up. She didn’t care since it warned them away for a bit.
She was an outsider in class and she did as well as she could which was average. Her focus was more on her home life, specifically training. She found that she liked learning how to fight, it was hard work but fun. She got to spend more time with her fathers and learned how to protect her brothers.
However, what she learned was superficial since she was just a baby by any means. That was until one day when she was six, for the first time in a long time, someone physically attacked her eldest brother.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?!”
She completely freaked out, her adrenaline shot through her and her ability activated. She tore out the pole of the nearest sign and whacked one of them with it. They ended up with a concussion and 8 stitches.
She got into a lot of trouble [instead of the boys who bullied her brother mind you, hence her lack of faith in the justice system]. This only made her more of an outcast to the point where her and her brothers [that still attended the school] had to transfer to a different school. It wasn’t too much better there but enough so that she could still get an education.
It was also at this time that her parents decided that she should learn some discipline through training and a way to learn to control her strength and body. She loved it and spent most of her effort into perfecting her fathers’ training. It meant she didn’t bother trying to get along with anyone though even for group work, she didn’t tend to get along with anyone because she was a little too head strung.
She didn’t stop looking after her brothers or anyone that was being pushed around and bullied. She stood up for anyone, even strangers on the street. Due to her training, she was able to handle it with a calmer mind, not resorting to using her ability [which she couldn’t control]. Thus, handling large numbers of people were easy to her even at the age of 12.
When she finally began high school, it was the only time where she was actually interested in school. Discovering that there was a wrestling club, something she didn’t have much knowledge of but she was versed in martial arts. Joining this club was the first time she actually made friends. She befriended the guys and the two other girls that were part of the club.
That was eventually, one of the guys [a person attacker that she had dealt with] didn’t like her since she defeated him during a round robin tournament. Those combined with each other made the upperclassmen despite her enough to become a rival of sorts, making her his enemy. Trying desperately to one her up. However, the more she trains the further he gets from ever winning.
As time passed, the more her talent for martial arts and boxing became apparent. She could stand against her fathers to the point of almost winning. However, the more she got older, the more her ideals developed and the more she wanted to inflict them onto others. A strong sense of social ethics and justice that caused her to get into a lot of conflicts. It didn’t help that the other half of the time, she was protecting her brothers from bullies [finding out if they were being targeted since her eldest was in college at this time].
Her feelings towards her developed morals were very powerful, to the point where she assaulted a delinquent for littering even after she’d warned him numerous times to throw it out. She honestly didn’t mean to punch him that hard but her ability kicked in without her knowledge thus leading to knocking the guy unconscious- and giving him a concussion. She apologized but told his parents that he should stop littering and ruining the planet-if he does that then she won’t bother him again otherwise she won’t leave him alone.
There wasn’t too many of the same incidents, to that extreme at least. She still tended to ‘assault’ people or disable their ability to fight back whenever they did something that broke her moral code and she tried to correct them. Many of them just got violent while other times she had to apprehend them.
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Her 18th year, she developed a reputation in the school’s district for being the strongest fighter. Since the neighborhood wasn’t exactly the best at the time, she was confronted by someone who was apparently very unhappy at the fact he was viewed as lesser than a tiny girl. She wasn’t phased until he tried to outright attack her right outside school! So, she did what any normal person would do and defended herself. She had the guy flat on his back with her foot on his neck. She’d dealt with him easy without needing to injure him but this only meant he was infuriated. He returned a second time and this time would not back down, avoiding her trick last time and backed her into a corner. She was forced to use her boxing skills instead of martial arts and punched the daylights out of him.
After that, she thought it would be the end of it but she was instead ambushed by a bunch of his friends. Threatened and feeling the rush of adrenaline, she took care of them as quickly as she could to avoid injury [though she strained many of her muscles]. They all ended up in the hospital, many with just concussions or stitches but one ended up in critical damage. She was only let off because it was self-defense [hired a good lawyer since they wanted her committed for excessive self-defense. However, she wasn’t armed] but it was getting quite problematic.
Fortunately, there wasn’t too many significant incidents after that for a while. She graduated from highschool and went to get a teaching license, so that she could be a trainer much like her fathers were.
At this point, her older brother, Graeham was a criminologist, working as a detective. He’s quite smart and well known for solving every case he gets involved in. He still isn’t too liked, kind of a know-it-all while also being quite cold [antisocial]. Her other brother, Yuhyem was a game tester. A nerd that loves computers, especially gaming and it’s the only thing he does and does good so he made a career out of it. Finally, Joey was attending university to become a psychiatrist. He was a big softy, very emotional, sensitive and cries a lot but he loves helping people and waited to help anyone he can.
She was soon certified and working as a trainer at both her parent’s places [dojo and boxing gym]. She was 22 when she learned that her close friend [from the wrestling club] had been raped by a group of men. She was terrified to tell anyone and she barely stopped her from committing suicide. It took a while for her to find out the culprits but she hunted them down and brutally assaulted them. She was later charged for assault to a severe degree and placed in Nanba due to her ‘super strength’.
She wasn’t impressed with many of the people in prison. Most of them didn’t understand moral rules. Thus meant she educated a lot of people. Fortunately, she was able to continue training herself and even training others [if she deemed them worthy enough to learn]. She was well behaved for the most part, since it was rather rare for her to be flustered enough for her adrenaline to kick in. It didn’t mean she didn’t attack people as punishment.
At 25, she had two more years added onto her sentence when she assaulted an inmate who was bragging about bullying meaker prisoners and only to see them later bullying another inmate. Relied up, she beat him up so much that he was hospitalized for a month. Not too long later, she caused one to go into a coma after cutting in line and then picked a fight with her when she tried to correct him.
Despite that, she is a good prisoner, still hardworking and gets visited by her brothers [Graeham rarely doing so] and fathers. Living well and waiting for the day that she is released and can go back home.
"I won’t change my ways. As long as people continue to treat others so cruelly, I will be there to right their wrongs."
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"Another one bites the dust."
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Nye Balthazar Laird
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │
(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Forget Me Not
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Nye
│ Aɢᴇ │24
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ June 13th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │8:45am
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Britain
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Gemini
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 75
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 9
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 3346
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Whatever You Want Me To Be
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Bisexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Unattached
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Only For Sex
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Shiver
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Elizabeth Ryssel
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Unknown
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » ?
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Too Many To Count And Name- Doesn’t Even Know All Of Them
(view spoiler)
"I am quite perfect, who wouldn’t want me? I can’t say the same thing about you though..."
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Messy, shaggy hair that is a nice blue colour
│ Eʏᴇs │ Big golden eyes that hypnotize anyone that looks into them.
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ He has flawless pale skin like silk.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
5’7” with a very lean and thin shape. He doesn’t have too much muscle but no fat.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ ~This Image- Drawn By A [Unknown] Talented Artist~
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
He has a lot of piercings on his ears [four on both sides, eight in total]. Wears a watch and three connecting, leather wrist bands. Nye’s signature look is graphic tees and skinny jeans finished off with a nice pair of boots.
He wears necklace that wraps around his neck twice, once as a choker, second going down to his chest. It had a pendant of a cross [who says he can’t be ironic].
"You’ve become my bitch."
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │Himself
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│Prostitution
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│Sex.. Watches… Cooking… Hairstyling
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Hypothesis: the ability to hypnotize people. Silly party tricks are easy [yet ironically helpful depending on the situation (especially when needing to ruin their credibility)] like acting like a chicken at the trigger word. Bigger hypnotic suggestions are harder but doable if they pass the clause, meaning he can get away with making someone forget he was there by simple diversion of the mind or that he’s a friend [someone to share information with]. Nye mainly uses it for getting into people’s pants when they’re too stubborn to be seduced by him. He never does it without consent, sex that is.
It helps that his eyes automatically draw people in, intoxicating them. They have a hypnotic property that enhances his ability, or some would say, allows his ability to work so effectively.
Clause: strong willed and minded people are hard to hypnotize and he can’t get anyone to do something they’re mind and body are absolutely against.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│Prostitution. ‘Theft’
"Oh, I see, you’re are ugly as you are on the outside."
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Nye is a confident man, cunning and determined to get his way no matter what. He isn’t past pretending to be something he isn’t, acting the role most desired to fit anyone’s ideal type of personality to draw people in and eventually play them to his will. He is charming, having years to develop the ability to draw people in and seduce them in the matter of seconds, even those who wouldn’t even think of looking at someone like him originally. He comes across as anything and everything. He will do anything to have sex with people but refuses to allow anyone to get close enough to him to have any sort of commitment.
In any actuality, Nye is a rather temperamental person. He’s quick witted, enough to be simply labeled a sassy. Sarcasm is his second language and he likes to use it whenever he talks to someone he doesn’t like. Nye is an inconsistent slut that will go down on anyone because he is desperate for attention and affection that he can only get from others. Surprisingly cat-like in behaviour, he’ll act cold and aloof but he tends to come around for affection but scared off easily. He hides a lot behind his feisty persona to protect himself and if it’s pointed out, he will bolt and never return.
Due to this, it’s fortunate that he has shit to back up his smugness. He is curious but also able to adapt and to learn quickly. He can chat with nearly anyone and hates being cooped up anyway. Expressive and blunt he will do what he wants when he wants to. He hates repetition and routine but there is something calming in it as well. He cannot stand being confined so being in jail has been a living hell for him, especially since they treat him very carefully due to the fact he will jump anyone at anytime anywhere. Being shy isn’t a trait he has but being a satyriasis [uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire in a man].
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Sex
☻Watches
☻Having Fun
☻Staying Still
☻Cooking [not an expert but knows some basics]
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ No Sex
☹ People Being Dishonest About Their Desires
☹ Junk Food
☹ Smokes
☹ Candies
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Seduction
✮ Ability
✮ Sex
✮ Stamina
✮ Hairstyling
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Strength
☆ Speed
☆ Combative Abilities
☆ Temperamental
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Commitment
✗ Abuse
✗ Spiders
✗ Drowning [Can’t Swim]
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│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Nye’s mother is a prostitute. She dropped out of highschool at a young age and began selling her body to pay for her alcohol addiction. Years later, she’s had more kids than she remembers and slept around with anyone who was willing to pay. Nye happened to be one of these many kids that she happened to birth and then completely ignore in hope that they died. She didn’t want any kids, they always caused for a shortage in clients. Nye was one of the strong ones to survive, with the help of his other siblings.
Like the rest of his siblings who grew up in that small shalk of a place that lacked in food, water and room. He, at four years old, had no other choice but to find out a way to get food and survive. He was only 4 when he began selling his body out, taking from his mother’s example and took one of her clients while she was passed out. After seeing her having sex, he thought it was the only way to get food. She did that, got the green papers and then got food and alcohol.
12 years of this lifestyle, selling himself out to everyone, having sex every day. Sex, eat, and sleep was his everyday life. He thrived in this life, having left his mother and siblings that still remained by the time he was 8. Instead, he stayed with those he slept with, or in parks and alleys, sometimes in hotels.
At 16, he was picked up from sleeping on an alley by a preacher that owned the nearby church. He stayed there for months where Nye thought he had finally found someone that would love and take care of him. He thought he loved the preacher [he still wears the cross he had given him around his neck], the very man that vowed to save him from his sinful way of living and find a new light.
Nearing his 17th birthday, Nye discovered that he was only being strung along by the other man. He found out that he was dating a woman, engaged to her to be exact. The preacher told him [when Nye confronted him] that it was all arranged by his parents that were extremely homophobic. He had not choice and didn’t bother to fight for him, for them. Heartbroken, Nye left and never looked back. From that point on, he refused to allow anyone to have that sort of control over him. He will never do it again.
He went back to his ways, his sex addiction becoming extreme to the point he is completely dependent on it. He will be in physical and mental pain if he goes without it for too long. However, this time around, he wasn’t just doing it for money. He wanted to fuck people in high places. He didn’t care who, he wanted the money and he wanted the power, knowledge and fame.
He fucked anyone he could get his hands on, going up the ladder in some cases. He had affairs with gang leaders [and their bodyguards… and their women], politicians and even more. He was everyone’s side slut and he didn’t leave anyone alone. Eventually, he got to overhear a lot of information that he shouldn’t have [especially from gang leaders] and soon he was thrown into Nanba. If only he hadn’t slept with so many people with governmental influence, enough so to get him thrown in easily, no questions asked.
After a few [a lot] of misgivings, they kept putting him into cells with other people. Everyone ended up sleeping with him and they’d eventually have to move him. They finally got the hint and put him into a cell by himself [which made him go absolutely crazy]. By the end of the first week, he was unconscious from pain. He is force fed supplements to see if they will help with his little sex issue. It doesn’t but he’s a good actor. After a bit, he was allowed some privileges and he used that to sleep around.
He doesn’t have any hope of getting out and as long as he isn’t confined constantly, he doesn’t care. He has a bed, food, people to sleep with and shelter [water of course]. What else does he need?
Name: Waylon LundyAge: 8
Sexuality: uhm...he's eight
Building: 13, for special purposes
Crime: 20 murders, not exactly on purpose but it happened.
Appearance:
Waylon is tiny, at 4 foot nothing and weighing about 75lbs. He has darker skin with blotches of white, due to Vitiligo, which is a simple cosmetic disease which cause the areas where he has less pigmentation. His hair is a dark, almost black, brown color and it reaches a little below it necks when it get's its longest. His eyes are hazel, a very light hazel that are playful and still full of life. He has a slightly plump face, giving him a very cute look, even when he is angry and frowning. Waylon speaks with a slightly french accent, as he was born in Canada to a french family. He wears long shirt and jeans, no matter what kind of weather it is, and he especially loves his yellow sweater, but Waylon hates socks or shoes and refuses to wear them, like the concrete on his feet. He has plenty of bumps, scraps, and bruises from him playing and an incident where one of the shades while he was in solitary confinement attacked him, so many of them are somewhat fresh.
Personality: Waylon is an interesting character. He is quiet at first, not wanting to to talk to you know, real peolpe as they don't understand him, so he just allows his visitors to talk for him. But once someone is able to chip at his outer shell, he is just a happy kid. Waylon is a big old chatterbox, just wanting to talk and be around peolpe who will listen t him, even if half of it is gibberish. He is a sweet kid, wanting to help out and be useful, but doesn't know how to do much, so he just draws and really enjoys playing with cars. Waylon is quite a moody kid, as peolpe can either scare him or make him angry very quickly. It helps he is adorable even when he is really pissed off at you. He is very energetic, and has a hard time standing still, wanting to try everything he can see or get his hands on. For only being 8 Waylon is quite smart, knowing a lot more than he probably should. Overall a good kid with a bad past, so he is bound to have some quirks, most peolpe would just call them phases. He tends to space out if he isn't being talked to and his hand is always shaking, always. The only time it isn't is when he is moving, so all his drawings become scribbles at some point, it gets worse the more flustered or nervous he gets.
History: Waylon Lundy was born in Canada and was immediately put in Miss Everett Barlow’s Home for Children, an orphanage as her family was too poor to have a second child, so they gave her to the kind woman who took care of children who were..diffrent, as Everett Mendez was gifted with the power of empathy, so she knew how her children always felt. At about 4, his powers came too with the power to make ghost, but Miss Everett already knew some sort of power would come, he just felt special, so she taught him the best she could on how to control the power to make peolpe and not the weird clay figures that were right now, using fairy tales as a way to communicate his feelings. There were five kids at the home, and they all treated each other like siblings. Life was good, but nightmares constantly flooded Waylon's mind, and they always had something to do with whatever personalities he made from the "visitors". One hot Autumn day, Miss Everett decided on a field trip, her and the five children that were in her orphanage were going on a trip to the zoo, so they took the subway to get to the park, as the home was on the edge of town. At Park Station, it was an extremely busy day. Peolpe were everywhere, a rushed business day and they were a couple peolpe wanting to use it to their advantage. A couple of mugger walked up to Miss Everett while she was waiting on the kids to get done in the restroom and tried to take her belongings, when Waylon came out he saw one hitting his mother figure and he freaked out, his power coming out to full power, creating his first shade, ad he passed out from the sudden flood of emotion. When Waylon came to, it was total chaos. Bodies were everywhere, blood all over his clothes and the shade gone. 20 people died that day, including Miss Everett and the other four children, including a little girl they called Hob. The police came, wondering what happened and why there was only one kid left in the station since everyone fled when the shade came. Then they looked at the recordings. It was terrifying, watching a ghost like creature killing person after person, ripping limbs off, tearing out organs, and going on a rampage. Mr. Henry Po arrested the boy, though he was very gentle and kind to the boy, not wanting to scare him. He only was 7, but the video was too damning and the other police officers noticed the ghost he would talk to and how the ghost would talk to him and the other peolpe in the room, like they were real things. He was brought before the court, the Judge being George Davidson, a kind but stern man who had talked to Waylon a couple times before the case and he found a place for the boy to be, a special prison for peolpe with power called Nanba. He was sentenced their until he could control his powers or when he turned twenty, whichever came first. So that is where he was sent, Waylon has only had one issue for the month he had been here, as he was put under lock and key until they found someone to take care of him, a shade got released while he was trying to deal with his problems, and it killed 2 guards and a prisoner, so for a week he was put into solitary confinement. In this dark place, Walyon became stand offish, not wanting to talk to anyone except for his visitors, so the visitors became his voice until he wants to talk, and when he does want to talk, he is a little chatterbox.
Ability: Special Friends
Specifics: Waylon has the ability to create peolpe. Not real peolpe mind you, sorta ghostly figures that take human shapes, he can morph them into any way he knows how. If he really concentrates or if he loses control, they can become solid, and start to attack peolpe, these "evil" ones Waylon calls shades. The normal nice ones he refers to as visitors. Waylon can only make humans and if they were not shades, they last for days or weeks, but shades only can last for an hour or two, just by how powerful and evil they are. He does have a couple of visitors that come out more often then others. They are never not humans, even if they are a bit distorted and the visitors can pick up Waylon but can't really hold anything else without Waylon's help making them a little solid.
Theme Song: ELO- Mr. Blue Sky
His four most common visitors, though their are endless ones, these few almost have life of their own and can sometimes even appear on their own.
Mr. Po: A man dressed like a canadian police officer, minus the hat. He has a nervous and worrying personality, not wanting the boy to get hurt and sometimes is over protective of the boy. This visitor seems to have the most freedom and can even go rooms away from Waylon. (view spoiler)
Hob: A little girl with blonde hair. She is playful and Waylon has a small crush on her, which is very very weird. She can be a brat but mostly is calm and quiet. She is the most rebellious, as Waylon has zero control over her. (view spoiler)Text like this
Miss E: His mother figure of sorts, a very motherly creature, she is loving and treat the boy like a baby, much to his dismay. She has the most power of a visitor and is always solid when summoned. This visitor also has the most sway in Waylon’s mind, as he will obey her orders with little questioning. (view spoiler) Text like this
Georgie: A father figure for Waylon, he is very serious but caring for the child, tending to him in his own special way. he is one of the most aggressive visitors without being a shade. (view spoiler) Text like this
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"What is it that I want?"
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Mason Jayden Hyde
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ N/A
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │Mason
│ Aɢᴇ │17
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ June 16
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │10:45pm
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ America
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Gemini
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 11
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 0087
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Pansexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ N/A
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Kagamine Rin- The Lost One’s Weeping
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Stephanie Hyde
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Jayden Hyde
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Madison Jayden Hyde
Relation » Brother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
{Twin On The Left}
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Pure, snow white
│ Eʏᴇs │Crimson Red
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Ghostly Pale
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 5’4”, lean, no muscles, thin, stick and bones. Easily mistaken as a girl
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ ~This Image~
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Red, bandage shape birthmark on their left cheek.
"Please. Don’t."
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│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│~Baking ~Being With Friends ~Reading ~Claywork ~Solving Difficult Equations ~Listening To Music
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Slumber: When fearful, the chemicals that tie with the emotion cause a chain reaction that cause a smell to emit from his pores that makes anyone fall unconscious as soon as they inhale enough. It doesn’t affect Mason and is purely a self-defense mechanism that has saved him many times.
Depending on how scared he is, the more potent the scent is. Usually, it lasts about an hour but it can vary to as long as two days.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│*Involuntary Manslaughter
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Mason is a gentle boy, very timid and anxious. He’s generally kind and sociable enough but incredibly nervous, inconsistent, indecisive and a person that is heavily dependent on those around him. He could do no real harm, not on purpose and is a very hard working individual. He’s humble and earnest, never wanting to bother or hinder others while equally seeking affection. He gives and takes with affection but has closed himself off from others due to all that he’s been through. Despite, he still loves music and books but hates being alone. He fears loneliness and never wants to endure that feat again.
An emotional person that desires to repay others for their kindness while being rather docile. He doesn’t get angered yet is a very skittish person who is still very sheltered and scared of the outside world. Despite, he doesn’t seem to hate it. Understanding and forgiving, someone who will be destroyed in prison if he isn’t raped first.
He acts like a damsel in distress, effectively confusing people by his ‘feminine’ habits and posture and habits. He isn’t confident and feels more at ease around females than males- males often being the physical and sexual abusers in his past.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Friends/ Family
☻ Pastries
☻ Music
☻ Helping People
☻ Baking
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Rapists
☹ Being Touched
☹ Violence
☹ Gore
☹ Sex
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Defensive Skill [His Ability]
✮ Appearance
✮ Sociable [Was]
✮ Trustworthy
✮ Flexible
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Trusting
☆ Strength
☆ Speed
☆ Docile
☆ Appearance
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Rape
✗ Death
✗ Loneliness
✗ Spiders
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"The world is much harsher than I thought… I just want to return the kindness I was given."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Mason Hyde, born to a loving and doting mother and a kind but stern father. His childhood was more than incredible. He was raised by his parents who loved him wholeheartedly and taught him right from wrong. He was a good kid that always listened to them and loved receiving their love, affection, and attention. Mason couldn’t ask for more.
He was an average kid, wasn’t a genius but learned gradually. Earnest and hardworking that everyone immediately doted on. He was well-liked and sociable. Making friends easily when he went shopping with her parents. Mason had a pretty face, very cute for an infant and toddler. It drew people in and he didn’t mind the attention since they were kind. He was treated like he was an angel and that fact unusually didn’t implant itself into his ego. He was quite sheltered since his parents were rather overprotective but they never truly hindered him, just never told him a lot of things.
Turning 4 and beginning school, he quickly became popular. He was adored by his classmates, mainly because of his looks and angelic nature. People were drawn to him and he treated them kindly for their attention. He was often babied and doted on, even by those who were younger than him as he aged.
Despite being popular, he was rather average, aside from his androgynous appearance. He did okay at school, his best scores in science and math. He wasn’t good at any sports besides gymnastics [usually enough]. He made friends easily and was adored by his teachers since he liked helping them out if they ever needed him.
The more he aged, the more people sheltered him, keeping him to themselves and not wanting any negative influences to taint their precious angel. They didn’t want him to ever be in pain, or troubled or to learn things like violence or sex. Mason was soon bound to a tight circle that those he surrounded himself with didn’t wish for him to break free from. The worst part, Mason wasn’t even aware of it. Not in the slightest. His focus was on his family, friends and his potential future. He didn’t know what he wanted to become but he wanted to be someone important to help others. He wanted to repay everyone’s kindness somehow.
However, it all seemed to change as soon as he got into highschool and moved from his home town. For some reason, his parents packed up and they all moved to a new city where he was enrolled into a new school with people he’s never met. He was saddened by this [his friends from before outraged] but he kept in contact with them and was eager to befriend new people.
Mason left those who sheltered him and was introduced to a cruel society that ripped him apart without a second thought.
He was fourteen, arriving in high school in the youngest grade and was immediately targeted. Due to his appearance, he was mistaken as a girl, a cute one that people hit on up until the point where he was finally able to explain himself. This was meant with outrage, anger at him mainly from the males for ‘tricking’ them. There wasn’t any safety with many of the women who were jealous but some managed to hide him but were soon scared away from the bullies.
From that point on, he was subjected to bullying, something he’s never had to face and something that terrified him. As the weeks went by, the more scared and closed in he became. He couldn’t understand why they were treating him this way. However, he optimistically thought that maybe eventually they’d accept him. All he had to do was endure it for the time being.
Unfortunately, it was just over half-way during the first school year where he was sexually assaulted. A fellow classmate, one that had been bullying him for ‘tricking’ him into thinking he was a girl. He decided to ambush Mason to try and see for himself whether he was actually a guy or not. Mason was terrified but prayed that after seeing he had the parts that the classmate would leave him alone…. But it only escalated. Blaming Mason for tempting them, seducing him, they didn’t touch at touching, they went to rape him instead.
Terrified for his life and virtue, Mason’s ability spiked just after the other guy had torn Mason’s shirt apart. A few seconds later, the guy was unconscious and Mason was able to escape, racing home.
He avoided school for a couple of days, shaken and scared. When he finally went back, the guy who had almost raped him completely avoided him.
Things seem to head for the better in his second year, he was able to get friends after the bullying lessened [as he became last year’s news] but where the bullying stopped the assault seem to increase.
More people, from any gender, for whatever reason, would feel him up when he was on his own. It didn’t go close to what occurred to him earlier but he couldn’t help but fear it would.
Eventually, he couldn’t walk alone anywhere anymore without someone stalking him or attempting to sexually assault him. The only good thing was the fact that his ability saved him each time, leaving his attacker unconscious long enough for him to get away. [Later, he will discover that during the winter, the result occasionally was them dying from hypothermia].
16, despite the flaws, Mason kept his naivety. With his doting friends and protective parents, he was able to enjoy school and fear being out on his own [though often convinced his friends to walk him home now to avoid that]. Life was looking up, he even decided to become a social worker and had plans on returning to his hometown once he finished his education to work there.
However, during his last year of highschool, something unusual began to happen. He felt like he was constantly being followed and watched. It wasn’t a concern at first, until strange things began happening and all the blame began to lead to Mason. Getting visited by the police often, questioned and troubling following him wherever he went, Mason wasn’t sure what was going on. Scared for his friends’ safety, he began going home alone once again which met with attempted rape or an interaction he could never explain. He kept thinking he saw himself but knew it wasn’t possible. It was as if a dark version of himself was following him around and causing chaos in its wake.
Things continued to go downhill from there. Repeated interactions with the police, being monitored, taken in for questioning, his friends pulling away, his college retracting their acceptance and eventually suspension from school for doing something he never did. Mason’s life was crumbling to pieces down around him and he had nothing to grab hold of. He sank, trying to figure out what could possibly be going on. He knew he wasn’t breaking the law, killing people, vandalising places, the school or anything of the like but the police kept saying it was him. Was it the person he kept seeing? The delusion?
Finally, Mason was arrested, the FBI getting enough evidence to put him in jail. Well, it was more like, they apprehended his doppelganger. They had stormed into his home, cuffed him and pushed him into the cop car alongside of the look alike he’d been seeing. He was actually real and must have been causing all of this trouble. Probably, maybe. Mason wasn’t sure but that’s the only logical explanation.
However, Mason didn’t have many alibis to say for sure he didn’t do some of the things. He couldn’t tell the court he was being sexually assaulted and only got away because they somehow fall unconscious by just touching him? Due to that, and the fact that his fellow culprit, his twin Mason came to learn, had an ability that allowed him to kill people easily. They would have been sent to a normal jail if his newfound twin hadn’t lashed out, attacked and killed some officers, causing them to manhandle Mason. Mason’s fear spiked and caused the officers holding him to pass out…
When Madison was finally detained and Mason going along willingly, they were shipped off to Nanba to carry out their sentence.
(view spoiler)
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"I’m the steps following behind you."
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Madison Jada Hyde
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Bloody Hand
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Madi, Jada
│ Aɢᴇ │17
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ June 16
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 10:45pm
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ America
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Gemini
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 11
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 0088
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Masculine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Asexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Maybe
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Kagamine Rin- The Lost One’s Weeping
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Brittanne Hyde
Relation » “Mother” |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Matthew Hyde
Relation » Mother’s Boyfriend |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Mason Jayden Hyde
Relation » Twin Brother |◦ 17 » ◦| Status » Alive
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
{Twin On The Right}
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Pure, snow white
│ Eʏᴇs │Crimson Red
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Ghostly Pale
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 5’4”, lean, no muscles, thin, stick and bones. Easily mistaken as a girl
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ ~This Image~
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Red, bandage shape birthmark on their left cheek.
"The power I was given was made to maim and kill. Fate already decided my path, I just went down it."
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│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │Himself
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│Graffiti
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Shape: the ability to change the shape of his hands [only his hands]. He can’t change their overall mass but he can make his hands into blades and even his nails into needles. He can manipulate his hands to shape them to fit whatever he needs them to do.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│`Vandalism `Theft `Assault `First Degree Murder
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Madi is a curious guy, adaptable due to his ability to learn very quickly. It helps that he hates being confined, repetition and routine so he goes out of his way to push his boundaries. Jada being a confident individual that has no fears, ripped of the, in fact. His heart has been dyed black, a blank page that does on impulse but has no right or rhyme to what he does or says. He’s lived an empty and hollow life. He has never cared nor cared about. He does nothing and is only living life with one step at a time.
Despite being hollow, he’s expressive and quick-witted. A sharp and merciless tongue that he will lay on anyone. He’s twisted and wants to see people suffering, just like he has. To see if someone else’s pain can spark something inside him.
However, he is a dark and twisted boy. He’ll kill and break the law without a second thought and can play people like no tomorrow. Twirled around his fingers.
Not only does he have a morphing ability, he has a vast knowledge on nerve endings and pressure points. He knows them enough to target them specifically. How he handles most people.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Reading
☻ Graffiti
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ People
☹ Family
☹ Life
☹ Living
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Unnoticeable
✮ Ability
✮ Math and Science
✮ Targeting Nerves
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Strength
☆ Blank
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Not Understanding
"Do you hate me?"
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
~A dagger of distrust finally pierces a vein
This weak love, by suddenly appearing,
this weak love even transforms into a weapon
A pole into a lethal weapon
It’s not fiction
I do like math and science,
Since I’m useless at Japanese, I hate it
But if I continue to worry about which is correct
I feel they’ll both turn out to be wrong
Today’s homework is about me,
Who has no personality
It’s just enough, I’m satisfied, I’ve started to live
But why is it, we sometimes, no always
Say we’re sad, say we’re lonely?
Can you read the kanji on the blackboard?
Can you read that kid’s imagination?
WHo was it, that dyed this heart black,
Hey, who was it?
Can you solve this equation on the abacus?
Can you loosen the rope around that kid’s neck?
Is it fine, if we remain like this?
Hey what should I do?
It doesn’t matter anymore
No matter how much time passes,
We’ve been carelessly intoxicated into hypnosis
I’ve hopelessly hid behind arrogance from power I no longer have
As always, I can’t solve yesterday’s homework
It’s just enough, I’m satisfied, I’ve started to live
But why is it, the devil deep inside us,
says we want to disappear, says we want to die?
Can you read the kanji on the blackboard?
Can you read that kid’s imagination?
Who destroyed my childhood dreams?
I think you already know the answer to that...
WHo was it, that dyed this heart black,
Hey, who was it?
Can you solve this equation on the abacus?
Can you loosen the rope around that kid’s neck?
Is it fine, if we remain like this?
Hey, what should I do?
Can you recite the area ratio formula?
Who threw those dreams down the drain?
Hey, who was it?
But I already know
When will you grow up?
What the heck is ‘growing up’ in the first place?
Who should I be asking?
Hey, what should I do?
It doesn’t matter anymore~
"I did it because I wanted to… I wanted to….I did."
KYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEEEEEEEEEEEEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Lololololol. I love the song though. One of my favs by far
Name: Dazai Age: 19
Sexuality: bisexual
Prisoner Number: 0132
Block: 1
Appearance:
Appearance
Hair: Messy, black hair that almost reaches down to his shoulders. Bangs that hang loosely in his face.
Eyes: deep blue
Skin: very pale
Style: Standard black and white striped uniform. He has kept his grey hoodie and wears that along with the uniform.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 109lbs.
Scars and birthmarks: He has scars on his wrists, arms, and legs.
Personality: He is more on the quiet and reserved side. He has a hard time trusting what people say so it usually takes a while before he starts opening up. The only things he trusts are the whispers he hears. Although he is physically there, it oftentimes seems as though he isn’t there, like he’s only existing and not really living. He’s just going through the motions of it all. His eyes can appear to be very dull and seem as if he is staring through to something no one else can see.
Likes:
Music
Stargazing
Books
Dislikes:
Crowds
Being ignored while he’s talking
Being touched by someone he doesn’t know or trust
Hobbies: He hadn’t done much as a child, however, he did enjoy reading, listening to music, and walking in the backyard.
Strengths:
Functioning off of little sleep- Over the years it has been harder for Dazai to get enough sleep. It’s gotten to the point where he only need one to three hours of sleep each night.
He has a high tolerance for other people despite not enjoying social interactions.
Weaknesses:
Social situations- He tries to avoid social gatherings as much as he can. He has a hard time trusting whether others truly want him around or not.
Giving in to the thoughts in his head-Those whispers in his mind that creep in now and then telling him that things aren’t what they seem. That people have ulterior motives. That they all think he’s a freak. Unfortunately he listens to these voices and it never ends in a good way.
History: He was born with a lower than average body temperature. The doctors told his parents it should rise after a month. However, that did not happen. It only got worse. He was often wrapped in various clothes to hopefully make his body temperature go up. Those attempts failed.
Slowly, his parents’ attempts to make him normal became little to none. As the air around him became colder they became more distant. They hardly spoke to him, let alone make eye contact with him. People always asked them about their son with the ‘condition’. His parents lied and told them all that his body temperature got too low for him to survive.
Dazai started shutting himself away in his room during the day while his parents were awake. At night he would get a bit of food and go in the backyard. He would often climb one of the trees in the backyard and gaze up at the night sky. He always made sure to be in his room before the sun rose. He didn’t dare to get in his parents’ way. He was left alone with his thoughts, hidden away from people. Something in him tried convincing him that his parents forgot about him or that they didn’t want him. Patches of frost started forming on the surfaces in his room along with on his skin. It was cold enough that he could see his breath in front of him as he breathed.
It was one night where something different happened. Dazai, as usual, waited until he knew his parents were asleep before exiting his room. He made his way down the stairs and came face to face with a girl shorter than he is. Her hair pale blue and big, golden eyes. He was confused and took a step back as the girl stared at him. After some short talk he learned her name was Emiko, his younger sister. His eyes widened. The whispers came back. Telling him that his parents replaced him and this ‘Emiko’ has been here for years apparently, and he is just now seeing her.
The whispers kept repeating in his head. He stared past Emiko. She tried to say something to him but he couldn’t hear over the whispers. He pushed past her and heads to the kitchen. Emiko jerked away from his cold touch, eyes widened. In his head he heard directions in which he followed. He reached a drawer and opens it. The whispers telling him to grab one of the knives. After he does so he tucks it into his sleeve and runs back up the stairs, leaving Emiko down there in shock.
In his room, Dazai held the knife in his hand. His body was shaking as the voices kept repeating their phrases, ‘They don’t love you’ and ‘They have already replaced you’. The tears streaming down his face quickly froze. Before he could do any damage with the knife a soft knock on the door got his attention.
He got up and made his way to the door, reaching out to open it. Before doing that he pulled his hand off the doorknob when he saw frost forming on it. He backed away as he heard Emiko on the other side saying she was coming in. Dazai couldn’t move, something made him stay there. He watched as the doorknob turned and slowly opened. Emiko stood there, a horrified look in her eye as she looked at the older boy with tears frozen to his frost covered face as he stood there, knife in hand.
Emiko let out a shriek, waking up their parents. They came rushing in and stopped in their tracks when their eyes lay on Dazai. Their mother ushered Emiko back to her room. The father kept moving closer to Dazai. The air getting colder the closer he got. He out his hand on Dazai’s shoulder and tried to take the knife away from him.
Things started going by quickly. The whispers told him to do something and before he could even think about it, he shoved the knife through his father’s stomach. Blood oozed out as his father let out a screech before falling to the floor beside him.
His mother soon entered the room to see the tragic scene before her. She shivered at the lowering temperatures. Noticing ice forming on the walls and floor, she starts to go towards her firstborn. With each step she takes towards him, the colder she got. Frost starts forming on her until she reached him. Dazai put a hand on her arm and ice started to form. Her movement stopped and Dazai watched as she fell to the floor alongside the other body.
It wasn’t long before all he heard were sirens and loud footsteps. He caught a glimpse of a frightened Emiko with tears in her eyes before the room was crowded with people. Things became fuzzy as he was taken out of the house.
He’s been to quite a few prisons. The whispers have never left him alone. They’re always there talking to him. He’s been under Suicide Watch four times, been to the infirmary very often due to almost freezing to death, and been to solitary confinement once for attacking a guard.
Family: Both mother and father are dead. Younger sister is alive.
Ability: ice/cold manipulation
Specifics: The air around him can get really cold. He can freeze people or objects by touching them.
Theme Song: TBA
Other: He is very impulseve and has suicidal tendencies
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Age: 28
Sexuality: Hetero
Prisoner Number: 77
Block: 7
Cell:
Crime: Theft, assassination, the gun-for-hire mistress of destruction.
Appearance:
Hair: Silver
Eyes: Red
Skin: Ivory
Style: Dark, dramatic blacks and grays, usually in tight, flowing cuts.
Personality:
Nymva is honestly... a weird woman. She is trained and powerful, and often can take down people with powers because she understands their weaknesses. That doesn't define who she is. She's... one cocky woman. She might saunter up to you, flirting, saucily winking, then pick your pocket and stab you in the back, all because she's being paid for the contents of your jacket. She's cold, in her own way, but warm in others. She's fine around kids, thought hey annoy her, and she is friendly. However, there is a barrier of trust. Nobody can really trust her, and she doesn't really trust them, no matter how cordial they are with each-other. The only thing she can trust is her competitor, and she trusts him to keep competing.
History:
Nymva was born in South Korea. She killed her mother in childbirth, and her father has been cold and sterile ever since when around his odd, albino daughter. He's never raised a hand to harm her, but she was raised practically in a white room, with no birthday celebrations and no friends allowed over, ever. To go out, she needed permission and strict supervision. Her childhood passed in an isolated area, where the only stimulation she got was at school, and that was mostly negative, from her peers.
She knew things were going to get interesting the moment she saw him, but she didn't expect to get to know him or get bugged by him constantly in their future lives. As kids entering high school, she was gorgeous in a childish way, but constantly bullied for her albinism. When Lynx came along near the end of middle school, they were immediately stuck together, as the two odd, pale ones. He wasn't a true albino, though, with his gray eyes, but that didn't seem to keep them from sticking the two together in their jests. Even Nym's friends abandoned her during that time. The teachers even started seeing them as a pairing, as partners. Instead of bonding with Lynx, though, through their shared persecution, they started competing.
Their first day of school, the moment he entered the class, they got paired in a large group project. No one was listing any pertinent ideas, anything good, but she knew that if she piped up, no one would support her and she'd get shut down immediately. When the new kid, though, objected, her interest piqued, and the door was open for suggestions. She didn't know why, but maybe she lashed out slightly, releasing a hugely complex and analytical notion. They fought over it, of course. She had pretty much prepared a basic presentation already, right there in her brain! Still, their fight over the topic made the teacher split the groups. Honestly, Nymva did all the work for her group, and it showed in the presentation, but she didn't care. She'd kicked his butt! Well, mostly. His group presentation was stellar, too.
In PE, she ran as fast as she could, and stayed neck-and-neck with him all the way to the end of their kilometer run. They had to fight over the victory, and someone flipped a coin just to stop the fight, but that didn't help much, because they'd both wanted heads, not tails, and wouldn't give an inch on that aspect either.
That night, when she got home after her fight club, she was shocked and dismayed to find that her rival lived next door, and that her father and invited the new family into their house for dinner! She was forced to be civil to the latest thorn in her side. Bad enough that she hated the people at her school, now they were following her home!
Even though they almost seemed to be threatening each other by asking for the salt, it wasn't half bad, having someone to compete against. It was a chance to prove that she wasn't on the bottom rung of the school society. Maybe she wasn't the garbage on the bottom of the can. Maybe she was somewhere in the middle, at least. Ignorant of his past, it was engrossing, playing this exhausting game.
A stone hit her chest when she realized, however, that she was still the outcast. She walked in on Lynx and another girl in a spare classroom while she was searching out a place to hold her fight club, which was dwindling in members, since nobody could keep her down. The girl was confessing, and that stuck hard, though she left immediately. He was wanted by somebody here, at least, while she wasn't wanted by anybody. It didn't help that he grew up first, getting way taller, his face thinning into chiseled features. He was the first one to totally escape ostracization, mainly because he became the idol of many girls almost overnight. She took another year or two before she stopped looking like a 10 year old child, and even then, she didn't accept any friendship offers from anybody, even transfer students or new people. It was all fake, she thought; everything was fake. The only relationship that was real was her rivalry with Lynx. He'd bite in on any contest. Who could hot-wire that abandoned car quickest? Who could climb to the top of the police station to steal their flag? Which one of them was willing to swim out to the middle of the waterfall and swan dive off? Often, their contests end in debating over who did it quickest or best. This often leads them to getting in trouble with the police, especially when they got caught on top of the dome trying to wrest the flag from the other's hands, or getting caught without licenses in the car that's been broken down by the sidewalk for a month.
Just like that, though, he was gone. Stupid jerk didn't explain anything, but she understood enough when she started asking around. Enough to know that he already was swooped up by a talent scout for mercenary work! Seventeen years old, right out of their Junior year. She would at least best him in completing her education, and then she would get training as well. She didn't want him showing up some time and being able to sweep the floor with her.
It was hard going, though. Her father had arranged for her to marry into a wealthy, superstitious family in South Africa that believed her albinism would bring great magical blessings to her husband and his family. In return, her father would receive a modest fortune. Upon hearing that Nym would have none of it, he tried to cajole, manipulate, and even threaten her into going to Africa for marriage. It wouldn't have been a bad life, being worshiped for perceived power, but she was certain it would be lonely, and the language barrier was enough to turn her away from it.
Her father even went so far as to invite the ideal fiance to their home, at which point an attempted rape occurred, and a successful murder or two simultaneously. Her father had orchestrated the attempt, in order to give her no other option but the marriage to preserve her honor. Nobody would buy her story, though, she thought. She'd killed both of them in self defense, but she was sure people would question how necessary their deaths were, accuse her of unnecessary violence, and she'd be isolated and condemned for years to come, if not imprisoned and attacked in prison. She fled, and got work from the same man who, unbeknownst to her, had raped Lynx's mother. He got her proper training, and she credited him for her descent into crime, even after he was killed by her childhood rival. That was all for the best; debts were forgotten in the turmoil, and she had free training and the resources to build up her own business.
A few years later, true enough, she met up with Lynx in the middle of a job, a theft of some high-class information. It was just like those bad-good old days. They got to the top, wrestled over the computer, and eventually managed a compromise, just for sanity's sake, making sure the laptop wasn't physically altered to smuggle anything, and then copying the entire hard-drive, so they could both fulfill their contracts. That wasn't going to be a thing, though. It was impossible to compromise all the time, and more often, their employers tried to keep them separate, mostly because if they met up on a competitive mission, they would fight each other, neglecting the objectives and battling each-other, often needing to flee when the authorities arrived, with or without the goal.
It was really bad one time. They competed, and a third party stepped in to steal the objective. The man was small, but full of power and ability. He didn't let Lynx touch him, and Lynx understood the power enough to steal it, if he could, possessing Nym's understanding from a graze earlier. They decimated the penthouse of a very valuable building before authorities stepped in with automatic weapons and tranquilizer. The next challenge? Who could take out the most guards before getting taken down or taken in.
On the way to Nanba, they issued a new competition to each other. First one to escape would be the superior of the two. That would settle their feud -for good.
Ability: She has the ability to understand other people's abilities, just by sight or the possessor. She doesn't even need to see the ability in use.
Specifics: If she squints at you, she can pretty much understand the specs of your power, your max speed or force.
Theme Song: https://youtu.be/2DRy3eT_8zE
Other: Nym wants to write her own name on the surface of this world, in whatever materials she is provide with. So far? That material seems to be blood.
