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"Just try and be better than me."
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Borealis Silver Lynx
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Frost
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Fox, Lynx, Alis
│ Aɢᴇ │29
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ January 6th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 7:06
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Arctic Tundra
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Capricorn
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 7
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 0370
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Masculine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ *Shrugs*
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single {Fated Romance}
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ N/A
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Eider Lynx
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Klondike Timber
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » AWOL
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Pine Lynx
Relation » Older Sister |◦ 36 » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Orion Lynx
Relation » Younger Brother |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
"Let’s get this show on the road."
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Long white hair.
│ Eʏᴇs │Grey Eyes [Stone Gray]
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │
Rather pale complexion and seemingly flawless. Everything about him is flawless.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
6'5”, he is a very tall individual, broad shoulders and limbs [and abs] sculpted with muscle. Sharply and firmly built.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Kyosuke Kuga
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
There is a scar on the back of his neck, given to him by Nymva
"How naive. If you think you can beat me…prove it."
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│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │Himself
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│Mercenary [Will Do Pretty Much Anything If The Price Is Right]
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│Winning
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Copy: This seemingly overpowered ability allows Borealis to perfectly replicate someone else’s ability. It does not matter if it is a physical mutation or a hidden mental ability.
Conditions: This ability comes with many conditions, unfortunately, for it to work. For Lynx to copy an ability he must touch the person [fortunately, skin-skin contact isn’t necessary for this transaction]. However, this does not immediately grantee full use of someone else’s ability, he must know what their ability may be or see it in action. [He is deductive so he often doesn’t need to see the ability to be able to use it efficiently but he needs to have context of some sort for it to be of any use to him] Finally, his copy ability only holds up to three in its memory storage. As soon as he copies more than three powers at a time, the oldest one is wiped and he needs to touch the person again to be able to use it. He cannot pick and chose what he wants to keep thus often having three unless abilities to chose from to use in difficult situations.
Clause: He cannot touch anyone without copying their power, whether he knows they have one or not. In the case of being unknowledgeable of someone’s powers, it leaves a blank space in the memory storage that he needs to get rid of by copying other abilities to kick out the blank space.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│~Trespassing ~Threat Of Harm/Intimidation ~Public Peace Violations [bombs, guns, tasers] ~Destruction Of Property ~Smuggling ~Theft ~Tampering ~Assassination ~Breaking & Entering
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Borealis, to do his first name justice, is a very handsome man. His looks are stunning, mesmerizing in fact with an aura of something that is untouchable, unreachable and mysterious. He cannot be touched, incomprehensible and someone you want to see but know that you can never touch but still the desire to see it first hand and just be close enough to it is satisfying enough.
With lovely, white flowing locks, Lynx is a mysterious man who reveals nothing about himself besides the fact that he is confident to the point of arrogance if not narcissism. He looks down on everyone around him. He doesn’t care about others and rarely gives anyone the time of day unless they offer him cold, hard money in exchange for his time. He will do anything for money, well practically anything. It doesn’t matter if he has to commit completely illegal and immoral acts to do just that. With his intensely cocky and self-assured nature, it doesn’t seem like anything can phase him, not even murder.
“Yeah… I don’t care.”
It doesn’t help that he is the silent type. He won’t say anything he doesn’t need to but when he speaks, his cold and merciless. Extremely blunt and rather honest to the point that it can be rather painful to hear. Even if it is a welcomed wakeup call. However, he’s a calculating guy that is a know it all and often acts like it. Prideful, egocentric and intelligent is a mix best made for someone in his line of work. He gets a lot of clients and has a very high success rate. It helps that he’s extremely competitive and always enjoys a good challenge but doesn’t find many people or things to be overly challenging, thus ending in his usual laidback attitude that expresses his lack of interest.
“It might be due to pure idiocy. They really should have listened to me.”
Oddly enough, Lynx may act like he would turn his back on his best friend if it pleased him, but Lynx is a rather loyal guy. He’s a family oriented guy that cares about them more than himself. He will do a lot for money except killing entire families and kids. He’s doing all this to get money for his mother. He may be cold on the outside and even worse in the inside, but deep down he only does things the way he has to. Other than being hired to do it, he is a law abiding citizen that won’t do anything illegal without money for motivation. He otherwise has no interest in it.
He doesn’t a lot of interests, thus competing with Nymva has given him a lot of drive and enjoyment in life. He enjoys playing with her though it can get a little repetitive at times despite, her reaction when she loses is golden. Completely worth it. How far can he push her, how far can she develop if he continues to? Interesting.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Winning
☻ Money
☻ Being Right
☻ Animals
☻ Exersizing
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Losing
☹ Poverty
☹ People
☹ Messiness
☹ Disrespect
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Copy Ability
✮ Mental Strength
✮ Intelligence
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Ego
☆ Copy Disadvantages
☆ Lust For Money
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ ?
"I’ll take care of it now."
"Seems like you will be dying by my hands tonight."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Borealis was born in the arctic tundra with a older sister and eventually joined by a younger brother. It was quite the struggle, four months to feed while in the frosty place. Once Lynx’s father discovered that she was pregnant once again, he walked out without hesitation.
Thus, he lived in a stabby house in the tundra with his single, hardworking mother, an older sister and his younger brother. They made their living, and their only sourceable income, was selling furs, meats and fish. Borealis was only 5 when he began helping his mother with licensed hunting. They sold this at their little shop that they lived on top of. It wasn’t the only thing though. They sold antics as well as fixed them and sold handmade items, often jewellry that they made from fangs, claws or feathers they got from their kills. In addition, they also repaired snowmobiles for a cheap price.
His older sister mainly worked on the machines, finding a love in them while his younger brother was the main source creating the jewellry and other pieces with some assistance from their mother and Lynx.
It wasn’t a perfect childhood but he has his family whom he was very close to. They supported each other and worked hard to stay afloat. He provided food and meats to sell, learning a sense of responsibility very early in his life. He adored his adorable little brother who was the sweetest anyone could ask for. His sister was a bit aloof but she was attentive and clearly adored their little brother to pieces. Lynx deeply respected their mother the most. She was still living strong despite their father leaving them to fend for themselves. She supported three children on her own and still gave them an education that some kids can only hope for.
However, a tragedy swept over the household. Lynx didn’t really know their father so he can’t say that ever devastated the family but what happened during his 10th year was more horrible than one could ever endure. He was only ten when his brother perished. He had a severely weak constitution, hence him remaining inside crafting. He got sick easily and during one terrible storm that lasted a frightfully long week, he died the day before it ended.
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It hit everyone hard to the point that everything they did was lackluster. Lynx was hard on himself, pushing himself to do more but his sister was a wreak. She was the closest with Orion and his death tore her to pieces. Not even working on the machines helped.
They could only take it for two more years before they just had to move. Their mother saved up all that she could so they could leave this harsh environment and house filled with horrible memories. Thus, at twelve, they moved to an actual, urban city.
Unfortunately, not soon after they’d arrived, his sister left on her own. Seeing them just reminded her too much of Orion and she couldn’t handle it. She managed to get an apprenticeship and left the city to live somewhere else. She called occasionally but never visited.
It was difficult to adjust at first. Lynx found the place incredibly hot and often wore bare minimum outside until he was able to adjust. It was unusual for him not to be doing something, especially since his mother told him that he didn’t need to work. Instead, he’d be going to school once she got the paperwork arranged. Lynx wasn’t looking forward to it. He felt like he just lost two family members and the house was too quiet. In a way, he was glad that he wouldn’t need to stay there every day but he felt like he would be wasting his time around a bunch of idiots.
“What you say is of no interest to me.”
His first time at school, a completely new environment for someone who was home schooled. There was too many people who stared at him due to his abnormal looks and accent. It was clear he was foreign, from somewhere unknown. People were either in his face or ignoring him due to judgement. He’d rather be ignored.
Sometime, during that first day, the class was pushed into groups to work on some project that he could care less about. He’d rather be working to provide some money for his mother so she wouldn’t need to work crazy hours. He could tell she was exhausting herself. He also felt it was due to the influence of two birds leaving the nest too suddenly.
He sat, listening absentmindedly to the twittering birds to figure out a topic that would get them a good mark. However, all he was hearing was complete shit. They were stupid concepts that weren’t the least interesting nor did he image would draw a substantial ‘marking’.
He also noticed that a girl, looking rather similar to him with the whites, seemed to be thinking the exact same thing but wasn’t saying a word. Thus, taking the initiative, he caught the group’s attention and told them full out that their idea was idiotic and that his idea would be much more beneficial and interesting.
Apparently, that wasn’t good enough since she suddenly snapped at the chance and countered him. She reminded him of a snapping turtle then and still does. They argued for quite a while. Debating on which topic was better since her defiant statement had his interest piqued and more importantly, sparked a competitive streak he had no idea he had.
It was rough but eventually, the teacher solved the issue by separating the group from Lynx and Nymva [he eventually learned her name- took a while though] and those two doing their own projects. They both got top marks at the completed project and their need to best each other only continued from that point on.
They would compete with each other for anything and everything. It didn’t matter if it was who could finish the test quicker, who got higher grades and test marks. They could never be placed on the same team for anything because the group wouldn’t be able to get anything done. In PE they were intensely fighting against each other with everything, even if they weren’t playing a sport.
Imagine his surprise when he discovered that not only were they in the same class but lived next to each other. Thus, the competitions only increased.
Eventually, going into highschool, their competitions escalated past academics and other childish things. They began to get more reckless and rebellious. Lynx never found school interesting, not what they were learning nor the people in it. The only thing that had him excited was when they were competing. It was rather fun and made him forget about the hardships of his past.
Eventually, they were breaking and entering places, daring each other to do insane things like stealing cars and theft. The law couldn’t hold them back from proving who was superior. They were caught rather often during their after debates on who won or not. It was ridiculous all the shit they ended up doing. Skydiving, jumping off cliffs and waterfalls, staying the night in abandoned and haunted places. They did everything and anything to prove who was better.
However, turning 17, his mother got another job as a waitress at this sketchy club. Lynx was concerned, he didn’t trust anyone there and would often walk her home, even if it meant abandoning a competition half-way. His mother was his priority. He couldn’t lose anyone else.
Lynx saw something immensely suspicious and told her to quit, find something else, anything else. However, before she even could, she was taken advantage of and it was used to blackmail her into staying.
When Lynx learned about this, he was enraged and flipped. He went to solve this issue himself and get his mom the fuck out of there before anything worse could happen. However, he was bested because his bodyguards were much better than he thought. Lynx wasn’t a weak kid and knew how to fight while having his background in hunting to back him up. Despite, he still lost and to keep his mother safe, was forced to become a mercenary. Apparently putting to work the interesting skills he seemed to possess.
“I won’t lose the last of them. I will pay, no matter the cost.”
After this incident, he had to drop out of school thus stopped showing up. He completely fell off the grid, disappearing along with his mother without any explanation. He especially didn’t say anything Nymva. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time the two of them saw each other.
Years, he did whatever that asshole of a boss told him to. He did whatever he needed to in order to keep his mother safe. It didn’t matter how illegal or morally wrong it was, he did it without hesitation. Each job increased his skills, honed them until he was quite reputable and terrifying. Or so the rumours suggested.
However, at 19, he couldn’t do it. He refused to kill this weak, timid looking kid that the boss wanted dead because he stole drugs. An awakening from the nightmare of sorts, seeing someone who reminded him eerily of his brother. He just couldn’t.
“Tell me if anything changes.”
His mother was brought out to him, after he told the boss to his face that he won’t do it. She was then beaten before him while he was held down until Lynx snapped. Something changed inside him, developed. His ability manifested and using the inhuman strength he copied from the bodyguard that had defeated him two years before, he not only killed the boss but anyone who tried to stop him from getting his mom out of there [and those that had hurt her].
It was rough, using a power he didn’t know and the skills he had learned during those two years. Getting out of his headquarters without a scratch was impossibly, especially when he had to bring his unconscious and injured mother with him. He was stabbed at one point but his mother’s condition from the beating and escape was much worse than his. Her leg was shattered and her head hit hard.
He took her directly to the hospital, insistent on them looking at her before even touching him. Days later, having been forcefully sedated, Lynx learned that his mother had been badly hurt. She needed to stay at the hospital and her brain monitored for any dangerous activity. It didn’t help that she was also in a coma. The medical bills were expensive, startlingly so. He couldn’t get a job, he didn’t really exist anymore, the boss made sure of that. He had nothing left to turn to but continue doing the work he had hated.
He was a full time independent mercenary at 20, reeling in the money and was highly requestable due to his track record. He never failed a mission and always got the job done. It helped that by this time, he had figured what had happened that day and the full parameters of his ability.
“I know you…”
A year later, he reunited with his childhood rival, Nymva during a job. He was mildly surprised that this was how they met, on the same side of the tracks but felt the familiar spark that she’d originally sparked in him. Once again, their competitive nature sparked a never ending battle between the two on the most illegal end of things. Whenever they encountered each other, they fought, trying to best the other to come out on top at any job they happened to both be given. [He often won, let’s be honest]. It didn’t matter if it was stealing a product, protecting someone, stealing information or killing the target.
He found a little enjoyment in his life again. His mother still was in a coma and his sister thought they were dead. It was rough in itself and he didn’t like what he did as a job but the competition was something to look forward to. She had yet to disappoint her in that front.
However, during one mission, they happened to run into each other again. They were new clients since mostly everyone part of the underworld knew never to put these two together on a mission. His success rate lowered because of her since they often fought until the authorities came. It didn’t happen too too often but enough so for them to know not to hire these two for the same jobs.
They wanted something to be stolen but they ended up destroying the entire place instead while they fought. In the end, they didn’t notice the third person taking part in the race and they were able to steal with goods while Lynx and Nymva were taking care of each other. It didn’t help that they were too distracted to realize that the authorities had been called and before they knew it, they hadn’t settled anything and were surrounded by a high level of authoritative figures.
Knowing it was really futile, [though they could have if they worked together but that would never happen] they decided to make a game out of who could take out the most guards before being caught. They were eventually caught and detained, both being taken to Nanba and shoved into building 7.
Next was to see who would escape fight cause… when in Rome…
"I do believe I am the winner this time around. Better be careful next time. Get well. Until next time."
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"Falling Deeper and Deeper Until… Who Am I?"
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Coastal Ameerega Taipan
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Queen Cobra
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Coa, Co, Tai
│ Aɢᴇ │ 26
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │8:40pm
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 9
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 6364
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Omnisexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ ?
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ ?
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ A Team
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Evelyn Taipan
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
Name EsioTaipan
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
"Just A Pretty Face."
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ White hair [unusual hues of colours] and long, usually put up.
│ Eʏᴇs │Cloudy, a pale, baby blue, very large.
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │
Pale, constantly multicoloured from brushing easily. Some freckles on her nose.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
5’8”, tall for a girl, very lanky, skin and bones more like. No curves, flat everywhere. Looks brittle. No muscle, no fat and a lot of legs.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ ~This Image~
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
She has some scars from her early days [before she turned 16 ‘her prime age’]~It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life~
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│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│N/A
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Resurrection: She had the miraculous ability to come back from the dead, no matter the injury after a full day has passed since her heart stops beating and brain stops working. This ability is uncontrollable, she has no will so she cannot die even if she wishes to [unless someone constantly kills her daily]. When she comes back from the dead, her body is healed to the exact way it had been in her prime [physical state not mental].
Poison:An effect of the venom that courses through her system, it isn’t unusual for those who ingest her saliva or other bodily fluids will be dosed by the toxin that flows through her body. The consequence for ingesting too much results in [extremely high percentages] death or simple addiction. They either die or become addicted [and often sickly] to it to the point of wanting to have more. It’s only killed someone once, but that was from intense withdrawal after she’d been taken to Nanba.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│*Prostitution*Theft*Murder*Possession of Illegal ‘Drugs’*Tax Fraud*Involvement In Slave Ring
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Coa lacks a personality. She isn’t like most people and has become a shell of a human being.
To say that for certain would be a lie however, even she who has no soul has some sort of character traits.
Coa is obedient girl, she will do absolutely anything and everything anyone tells her to do in exchange for money or her medicine. She will endure anything because nothing hurts like it does dying from withdrawal. She simply doesn’t care and doesn’t view herself as a living, breathing human being.
Despite, she does unconsciously carve affection, having endured life without real affection but will settle with anything similar. It helps that she is an extremely docile girl that won’t even blink if someone tells her not to. Fragile and weak due to the toll the venom has on her body.
Any sanity that had been there has been lost in this submissive young girl. She has no fear of death since she cannot stay dead nor feel any pain besides the one caused by withdrawal. She just wants the poison, the poison is all that her mind is ever focused on. With such a one track mind, submitting to anything to get what she wants is no surprise.
“Anything for money then? “Yes… anything.. please.”
Unusually, she does have a small interest in reading, something that is a rare pleasure that she rarely indulges in until arriving at the prison. It’s only when she’d been given the poison and has some semblance of a clear mind. Otherwise, she has no interests and spends much of her free time staring blankly at the wall waiting for the guards to take her to the next destination as scheduled.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Poison
☻ Drugs
☻ Reading
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Not Getting Poison [Very Painful Death]
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Can Never Die
✮ No Shame
✮ Recklessness
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Everything Else
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ The Poison Disappearing
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"I will. Do anything. Just… Give it to me."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Coa’s parents were married for political power and influence, there was no love between them. She was only a trophy wife. It was a horrible situation that put a lot of strain, pressure and general depression on Coa’s mother. It didn’t help when he began seeing young women and having affairs with other people. She eased her own torment and ran away from her expectations by being on drugs, specifically getting high. Even continued when she became pregnant. It was such big news when she was with child, everyone excited and eyes watching them constantly.
However, what they didn’t notice until it was too late was the fact they had someone in the kitchen staff that was dropping small doses of poison into their dishes. For a good few months, they were slowly being poisoned by a potent venom that was only enough to make them sick and wear down their immune system. However, the assassin was finally given the order to kill the political leader. They targeted the wrong dish and ended up giving the poison to Coa’s mother and fetus Coa in her uterus. While she was dying, a slow painful death, her body went into labour prematurely.
Coa died a minute after her cord was cut. A silent birth that resulted in two deaths, a tragedy. She was tucked away so they could perform a post-mortem once they dealt with her mother’s body. When they got around to her the next day, she was alive by some miracle, no one could believe it. However, there was something very troubling. Besides being premature, the baby was acting like one addicted to drugs at birth but worse. After numerous tests and questioning, they discovered that there was a specific dosage of drugs and venom in the child’s system that they needed to inject otherwise Coa could die before she could really live.
Coa stayed in the hospital for many months, her father using this miracle to promote himself to the public, he told many speeches about how hard it is and his eye opening to what some children have to go through. Donating to children's hospitals and doing charity work etc. He was milking it to the bone.
During that time, Coa was slowly taken off drugs, the withdrawal symptoms were minor fortunately but the trouble the doctors discovered was the infant body’s dependence on the venom that coursed through her system. They had been puzzled about how she was still alive with that percentage in her system but it seemed that the doses her mother had been having during her months of pregnancy not only mutated Coa’s body [making her unable to feel] but became a substance that her body required to live. They couldn’t lower the dosage they gave her otherwise the child would begin to die very slowly and painfully.
Five years passed in the hospital to no avail. She could not be waned off the specially developed poison that the doctors had to provide for her. It was extremely expensive since the only supplier had to ship it illegally from asia. However, her father was rich and could afford it, if only to use his daughter to his advantage.
In addition to that, those five years weren’t wasted on the premature young girl. She was given everything she needed so she would be like any other child her age, if not better. Provided with tutors and physical therapists.
When she was finally able to return home, she was given everything a princess would except for love and affection. She was raised in a cold house, educated and secluded from society entirely. He couldn’t let it get out that she was messed up and dependent on an illegal substance that he had to regularly purchase under the radar. It would ruin his career.
Eventually, the original client to the assassin that killed Coa’s mother, came back again and successfully killed Coa when she was 14. With no relatives that would take her in and no organization being able to support her, she was kicked out of the house she lived in. They only lived there for political reasons. She ended up on the streets, alone and without any real knowledge to how to survive in the real world. She was a small fragile girl that looked unusual and needed venom to survive.
In the month, the lack of food, water and a proper shelter was evident but not the main cause of her second death. It was her body’s need for the poison that she couldn’t provide. She died and horrible and ugly death that day and she had been so glad to die by the end. She’d been in complete agony for the first time in her life. Being unable to feel until that very moment.
However, a day later, she woke up perfectly fine, in good health [as much as she could be] and needed to do it all again.
She died numerous times, often from the lack of poison, a horrible death that freaked out anyone who was anywhere close to her. Her screams were tragic to listen to. However, it wasn’t the only cause of her many deaths. She died often from dehydration, infection, starvation, murder [while she was sleeping, hypothermia and various accidents that had also occurred. Each time, she woke up the next day, got up and tried again, continuing to wander in search for the poison that would be her salvation.
Eventually, she wandered far enough to reach the red light district and one night a man approached her telling her he’d buy what she was selling. Confused, she didn’t really understand until the old man told her he wanted to have sex with her since she was a prostitute and he’d pay for it. She asked how much and with the amount of zeros she heard, the desperate girl said yes. She didn’t know what sex was and just blinded followed the guy. Her first time was painful, in the aspect that her body still to taken a drastic toll from it. She saw blood but he money she got made her forget it. It had been horrible and weird and she had nearly died from lack of food and water but that didn’t matter. She knew her father had used this money to buy her medicine. All she had to do now was find someone to sell it to her. As she searched for someone who knew what she wanted and could sell it to her, she continued to sleep with men and women and collected lots of money.
Eventually she found a dealer and was able to buy a supply that would last a month. For the first time in years, she didn’t feel like death and felt free. It made her snap. She didn’t need anything but the poison, as long as she didn’t die from lack of medicine, as long as she could have it, nothing else mattered.
She did anything for money, not only just sex. She did whatever for a big amount of cash since her medicine was so expensive. She would even do anything for small amounts. Whatever, whenever so she could have her poison, nothing else mattered. She stole, had sex, kinky sex, played host, stripped, seduced, tricked, ruined and experimented on-anything.
Eventually, a time came when someone asked her to kill someone for a large amount of cash. She didn’t even hesitate. Was shown her target, received a weapon and killed them right then and there. She was paid the day after, having died during her attempted escape as she had suspected.
Finally, the years that seemed to fly by and time a concept she no longer understood or cared about. She turned 25 [though she didn’t even know her age by this time]. She was caught by the police, they were investigating a prostitution and slave ring that she happened to be involved with at the time. She was arrested for charges of prostitution and kidnapping as well as a bunch of other minor charges they happened to be able to pin to her afterward.
“Please save me.”
She was kept in a normal women’s prison and stayed there for about two weeks. She desperately tried to tell the guards to let her go, to give her her medicine, that she needed her medicine. They just assumed she was on drugs and her declining condition was due to withdrawal so she was ignored. However, by the 14th day in prison, Coa was labeled as dead.
The next day, she work up in the prison morgue and scared the shit out of the people there that were getting ready to prep her for an autopsy. Shocked and surprised, the prison actually investigated into finding out who she was [since many of the people involved with the ring weren’t in the system]. It was there they found out about her condition and about the fact it wasn’t the first time she was declared as dead only to be alive later.
Due to that, she was transferred to Nanba prison who were actually able to supply her with her medication. She was experimented various occasions by questionable doctors in the prison but as long as she was provided with her medicine, she didn’t care. She said not a word and only requested her medicine when she knew her time was coming to a close.
"Reaching For Someone That Never Existed. Give Up Now. She’s Just An Undead Doll With No Reason To Live."
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Name: ZezAge: 18
Sexuality: straight
Prisoner Number: 4122
Building Number: 13
Cell Number: 30
Appearance: Zez has a very plain looking appearance. His skin is pale, his hair is a dirty blond, his face is nothing out of the ordinary. His body is fit, but not too fit, and his build is skinny. The only thing very distinct about him is his eyes, which seem to duly glow a faint crystal blue. His prison outfit is also plain, mainly because he has 0 taste in fashion. However, it does resemble ragged clothing. It consists of a shirt and pants, both of which look baggy on him. The shirt is the regular striped uniform, which hangs off of one of his shoulders. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. Zez’s pants resemble baggy cargo pants. They are black and tied up with a black belt.
Hair: Dirty Blond
Eyes: They glow a faint crystal blue
Skin: caucasian, but on the paler side. To be more specific, he looks like a ghost.
Style: his hair is cut messily, his bangs are too long and often have to be held back by a clip, the rest of his hair is cut unevenly, with different pieces at different lengths.
Personality: When others meet Zez for the first time, the first word they think of is “creepy”, and with good reason too. Zez is quiet - at times almost too quiet - and prefers to observe. He has no experience talking with humans and actually has a stutter. However, he will talk to the ghosts that hang out with him and follow him around. Yes, ghosts. From an outsider's perspective, he will interact with nothing, make things levitate, create poltergeists, etc. In reality, however, those are just his friends. Of course, he will not deny others accusing him of the poltergeists, or the fact that he uses his friends to his advantage. This is evident when he gets mad, where the whole building can collapse from all of the ghosts and curses they placed onto it.
History: Zez means unknown, which is exactly what he is. He has no clue where he came from, except for the fact that he grew up surrounded by ghosts in a ghost town. There, he learned the basics for his trade. The local kids would play with Zez, they would climb, play, fight, and anything a normal kid would do. The local school teacher would school him and the rest of the children until his “parents” picked him up from school. The farmers would create food to sustain the child, but it was just enough to keep him alive. However, this did not last long.
Apparently the reason why there was so many ghosts in this town was because of a mass explosion killing them all. When Zez was 12, the surrounding population deemed it safe to reinhabit and started to come back to the town. The ghosts taking care of Zez were ecstatic for him, and encouraged him to make friends, but that failed. Zez was that weird kid with no parents, no friends, with something wrong with him. Whenever something went wrong in the town, he was blamed. No parent would let their child near Zez, saying things like “he is weird” or “i hear he can see things” or “do you remember that one time blank went missing at the store, apparently he stole it”. Of course, it was not Zez, but the ghosts trying to keep him alive. Because he had no parents, he had no way of getting food, so the ghosts took it to feed him. Nevertheless, they blamed Zez.
Zez was finally hauled off to jail after “trespassing” onto school grounds. He had climbed up the newly built fence and onto the roof of the building, listing to the lectures through the open window. When one girl saw him, he was convicted of all the crimes they placed on him. He was only 12. There, in jail, the ghosts followed him and helped him survive again. There, he was able to make one human friend, a woman by the name of Jackie. Jackie was like a human mother to Zez, caring for him, keeping him company, and did not mind his weird “habits”. However, Jackie was a death row convict, and was killed over a small, petty crime she did not commit. This was the only time Zez was ever seen furious, and at the age of 16, the prison containing Zez was turned to dust.
The government deemed Zez as too dangerous and sent him off to Nanba prison, Prison 5. However, he hated it there, and with the help of his friends managed to escape Prison 5, which sent him to Prison 13. He was quiet, unsociable, weird, and introverted for the first couple of months he was in his new cell. There was only one guard that was able to get him to open up. He Zez would often spend time with him in the guard work office, and even accompanying him on patrols. Eventually, he was able to get on good terms with the rest of the guards, but some still yell at him whenever he manages to wander into the guard room unannounced. He has been in Prison 13 for almost one year.
Ability: He has no special ability, but instead can interact, speak, and see ghosts. The ghost however, have the ability to interact with inanimate objects, possessing them and doing whatever ghosts like to do. This allows Zez to use these powers to his advantage.
Specifics:
Information Collection:
The ghosts like to collect information on literally everything and anything that goes on within and without the prison, coming back to tell stories about what they learned to Zez. It could be something as simple as a joke they heard while passing by a comedy show, or something as complicated as government affairs. It is literally anything.
Literally moving anything they feel like:
The ghosts can possess any inanimate objects they like, moving it or messing with it. One of their favorite jokes is to possess one of the guard’s camera and go around taking photos of everyone.
Going anywhere they like:
They are ghosts, time does not apply to them. They can be in NYC one second and Tokyo in the next. They are Ghosts.
Theme Song: N/A
Other: The main ghosts that follow him are:
Ike - Zez’s good friend. He died at 19 and has been acting like a big brother to him since he arrived. He was the main person who taught Zez to be as nimble as he is today, encouraging him to jump, climb, laugh, play, etc. He also was the one who got Zez food when he needed it as a child.
Kitty - Kitty is a 15 year old ghost who has a major crush on Zez and will do literally anything for him. Whenever Zez gets injured, she will be the one who usually heals him. However, Zez only sees her as a sister, but that does not stop her from hanging out with him.
Cyrus (Si) - Kitty’s twin brother. He loves reading stories and will generally be the ghost behind that one floating book in the corner. Zez loves to discuss stories with him and teaching him how to play video games.
Ms. Jameson - the ghost who raised Zez. Her husband is often off gathering stories to tell to Zez when he returns. Kitty helps her take care of Zez.
Mr. Kinkaid - He is the oldest ghost. He was a rich man who loves a good laugh. He would often play pranks on Zez and the other children, but all in good fun. However, he can get serious at times and will do anything to keep Zez safe (along with the rest of the ghosts).
There are other ghosts, but these are the ones that hang out with Zez the most. The ghosts have one thing in common, to allow Zez to grow up and live a happy, healthy life.
Name: Silas Russel Benoit, Marie Ann BenoitAge: 32, 6
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Prisoner Number: 148, none
Block: 13
Appearance:
Silas is alright looking, handsome in a rough sort of way. He has black hair, sticking up in diffrent area but he tries to keep it combed ad proper looking. His eyes are a green color and covered up with a pair of thick glasses as he is blinder than a bat. He looks like an average human a solid 5'6" and a normal build, not too fat but but he has some meat on his bones. He wears whatever he has been given, as he dosen't want his child to always see him in a prison suit, he has asked for shirts and jeans to wear, and that was given to him. When they need his help in the infirmary he will wear scrubs or whatever outfit they give him.
Marie is as cute as a button. She has long black hair that Silas tries to do up in strange ways or ask one of the guards to help him with it. She has a round little face with a button nose and large brow eyes, thanks to her mother as they are heart melting when she gives you the look. She is a tiny girl at below 5 foot and a little plump. She loves to wear dresses and a lot of bright clothes, and she usually gets to choose what she wants to wear.
Personality: Silas is an awkward fellow. He tends to stick out one way or another. Either by his singing, playing, or his draw, people notice the cajun pretty quickly. He has a charm about him that is hard to explain, like a lovable loser sort of feel about him. You feel for the guy, but you know his life had to be a shits how for him to have killed 10 people, as he seems plenty sane, which for the most part he is. Silas is learning how to care for his daughter but has a rough time. Overall, he is well liked, even by the most stickler of guards in the prison, they know Silas as a warm guy who is just trying to get by. He has tons of privileges as he often volunteers to do whatever is needed that the guards won't or don't want to do and that he is somewhat rehabilitated. Once you get to know him, he can be a sappy romantic, wanting to find someone to love again and an absolute nerd, way into board games and computer games. He tries to teach Marie what she needs to know but it is hard being a single parent in a prison for being an ex-serial killer with magic powers. He knows about Marie’s power over light and tries to teach her to master it instead of hide it like he did.
Marie: This girl is 10 pounds of sass in a 8 pound bag. She loves to screw with people and play pranks. She is extremely sarcastic despite being less than ten years old. She is a little sadistic with her pranks, the more pain almost the better with Marie. But besides her “fun” Marie is a normal girl. Bright colors, painting, are some of the girl’s favorite things to do. She loves her father like only a daughter could and understand that she is special and has to be able to control her special power or it will make her crazy, She tends to wander around the block due to not technically being a prisoner, and has met many people due to such, but all she wants to do is met more kids her age as she is extremely bored all the time.
History: The story of Silas and Marie begins at a little bar in New Orleans called Shelly’s. Silas was a blues musician who grew up in the boondocks near The Big Easy and had a good voice full of soul and some kick ass skill on the guitar. His only problem was he had zero people's skills and got so nervous playing music. They’re was something else about him, the shadows from the alleyways or the dark corners seem to cling to him, a power he had that he never wanted. On that fateful night at Shelly’s he met Janet, his future wife and partially the reason why he ended up in the prison. She was a singer and so full of life, it took the awkward Silas all he could to talk to her. She fell for him due to his clumsiness and his oddly positive outlook on life. They went out on a few dates and within 2 years they were married. Silas was ecstatic, thinking he would never get anyone nearly as good as Janet and as such felt almost inferior by comparison. They would play together for a year, Silas actually able to play well, his confidence through the roof by just being around Janet, but soon she was pregnant. So they settled down in a small condo and waited for the bundle of joy to arrive. About a month before the pregnancy was suppose to happen, she went into labor and Silas booked it to the hospital. Janet Marie Benoit was pronounced dead at 4 in the morning due to blood loss from childbirth. The child was healthy though and was given to Silas after a week. His wife’s death had taken its toll on Silas and that darkness in the back of his head from his powers crawled into the front of his mind, and it made him angry. He blamed the doctors, the nurses, and others, 11 peolpe to be exact and while this power had its hold on him he hated Marie, thinking of her as a stain. So for the next 4 years, he began killing and got 10 out of the 11 before he was caught and sent away to prison. They're was footage from a security system that showed in gruesome detail that Silas, using his power to make himself look like the reaper, beat stab and maim a woman until her head was goon and a red stain remained. Thats all it took for him to be sent to Nanba for life, After a week of being in Building 1 Silas became violently ill. All the way in Louisiana, Marie was in the hospital due to some mysterious illness. Her condition was grim so they sent for Silas to say goodbye. When Silas saw his daughter, she looked just fine and was really confused. At this time, with therapy and medicine he was combating whatever darkness was inside of him, so he was considered sane. The doctors from the prison conducted a test and found out that Marie and her father were connected by some mental thing that made their bodies shut down if they were too far away from each other. So it was decided the girl would be moved to the prison and taken care of by her father, monitored by the guards of course. He “works” by writing and playing music which earns him credits by allowing the prison to sell his work, as it is really good and Silas has a serious talent for all things music. Marie spends her time at the school of sorts in the prison and trying to find children her age, she has found one so far and dosen’t like him very much.
Ability: Survive the Night, Fight the Light
Specifics: Silas has the power to use the shadows around him not for anything offensive, but defensive purposes. He can make it solidify and block close to all attacks that come forth at him, others odd magic powers usually can stop him though, as distractions as his powers are hardly used as he hates them. Marie, the daughter, her power is quite the opposite, she can create weapons of pure light, using what she has around him. The power can come from something that equals a dagger to a W.M.D, but she is't very good at her power as she is young.
Theme Song: Tedeshi Trucks Band- Learn How to Love
Mod
"Ces zez quale to teeze. [Give me time to breath]"
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Chahta Mohingan Sioux
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │
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│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Cha, Ohin, Sioux
│ Aɢᴇ │-----
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ Solitary- #999
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ Block 1
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 1103
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Male
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Masculine
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ He doesn’t know what the word means.
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Arranged Marriage
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │None
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Tangled In The Great Escape
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Powhatan Sioux
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Maklak Sioux
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Lakota Sioux
Relation » Oldest Brother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Kanza Sioux
Relation » Second Oldest Brother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Dakelh Sioux
Relation » Second Youngest Brother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Amitola Sioux
Relation » Youngest Brother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
│ Other │
Name Kalispel Innu
Relation » Fiancee |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
" Zez sono’ legma. [I don’t understand]"
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │
Messy, long auburn hair that occasionally looks more brown or red in certain lights.. Straight and goes down to his calves with many layers in it.
│ Eʏᴇs │
Soft, pale amber eyes with vertically slitted pupils. [Turn crimson when in bloodlust]
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │
Tanned but it’s a light tone. Much is hidden, even scars and flaws due to his tattoos.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
7’0”, amazon height, surpassing many people in height to the point it seem impossible. He’s strongly built, developed with muscles but not overly. Still has a lean frame but defined muscles.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ SCP- Abel..? 076?
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
His markings found all over his body. Red [occasionally looking black] tribal designed with no specific images in mind.
Sharper canines and he never wears a shirt. He may wear proper pants and sometimes some boots.
"Iuma pouseva ez swe-beu assanuen su neguastas ez’. [Being powerful is good-but consumed by it isn’t]"
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │Himself/ His Tribe
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│”Rogue” Hunter
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│?
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Metallic Shadow: His only weapons are a black material that will manifest as any weapon he wishes or can even form limbs when his own are sliced off. It replaces the missing limb until it grows into a new one. Even if this occurs, Cha will still has a smaller portion to manipulate resulting in only the use of a dagger but will eventually have the same amount as before once the missing piece fully integrates into his body. That aside, it can take the shape of every known weapon and untraditional weapons or even portals. The only thing about his metallic shadow, he can not give it to anyone. It’s becomes a glob in anyone else’s hand and it reacts heavily to his emotions and mental state. If his mind is in discord, so is his weapon, making it rather harmless [or extremely dangerous].
BloodLust: [Also known as bloodthirsty]. This ability, once triggered [usually by rage and the immense desire to kill someone/thing] causes the metallic shadow to consume his skin as a shield while leaving his red tats visible on his skin. Once his skin turns black, he loses any human conscious decision and a beast takes over. He kills anyone and everything. Due to the weapon spreading over his skin, it becomes a shield leaving him weaponless besides teeth and claws that form when the shield covers his skin. In this state, he cannot be stopped unless forcibly restrained by something he can’t cut through [or break out of since all his brain isn’t restricting any or his strength or speed]. He cannot plan or think in this state, acting like a rabid beast but is rather unpredictable and vicious.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│`Mass Murder `1st Degree Murder `Manslaughter `Assault `Breaking & Entering `Theft `Trespassing `Destruction of Property
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Chahta is an abnormal human being who isn’t exactly human by any standard besides humanoid appearance. He defies what it means to be human but there are many in this prison that does this.
Fortunately for ‘US’, Chahta seems to be vastly capable in learning quickly and efficiently. Due to his competence in self-teaching, we have been able to communicate with the animalistic man. However, his english is still very chopped and crude. Half of the time, he will still speak his unknown dialect and often seems to do it in spite as well. It is still difficult to do anything with him since he only understand some english and doesn’t seem to grasp our culture or the world around him. It is like he is from another universe.
However, some important traits is how he seems to have good leadership skills which coincide with his diagnosed narcissistic personality disorder. Aka, he is a low level control freak. Needing to have things a certain way. Despite his inept communication skills, we have observed him leading people with these skills and doing some immense damage, as observed before his capture.
In addition to the prognosis, he is psychopathic. He is immensely hostile to those around him, unstable and aggressive. Many charges of assault even in the prison. Unstable mentally to the point that we have been able to separate two distinct versions of the man.
Chahta is a man who is confused by his surroundings which makes him cautious and scared. Due to this, he is very dangerous and hostile to everything and everything that he deems as threatening. He is quite merciless as seen from his crimes. A feral dog, rabid that will lash out and do so with a smile. He does want he wants and nothing and no one can control him. He is dangerous, a threat and no contact with his inmate is advised.
However, his caretaker has noted that his ‘other’ distinct personality, despite being cautious confused, it rather quiet. Intelligent and observing. He seems to get the grasp of concepts quickly when he takes the time to learn them but is distant. Rather shows an ounce of emotion but his expression doesn’t seem to be harsh. As quoted, “sorrow. It looks as if he had lost everything and had yet to come to terms with it all.”
Chahta keeps to himself in the prison [though he isn’t exactly allowed to socialize with other inmates unless special occasion]. He just wishes to go home. He wants to grieve for his losses properly and get away from this strange unknown world. It’s making him go crazy inside.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Hunting
☻ Friends [Sometimes his Family]
☻ Being In Control
☻ Meat
☻Animals
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Confusion
☹ Not Knowing Things
☹ Secrets
☹ Junk Food
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Ability
✮ Hunting
✮ Strength/ Speed/ Agility
✮ Intelligence
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Loses Control
☆ Communication
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Never Returning Home
✗ Losing Those He Loves
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"Zez` yeuz congesz. [I’m all alone]"
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Chahta was born as the middle child [third oldest] to the chief of his tribe. It was a place surrounded by jungle and dangerous creatures that had a taste for his people. From a young age, he was taught how to kill and protect himself and the village. He was put onto hunting expeditions to gather supplies and food from a young age. He cannot say exactly what age since his people did not keep track. They simply held a single celebration when children reached their maturity. It was tradition and the only other celebrations that happened for the people were days of unity and death.
Being the third oldest, he lived in the shadow of his two older brothers. Both of them excelling in certain areas where he could never hope to best them at. However, fortunately, he had talents elsewhere. He excelled in hunting. Whether it meant hunting down their next meal or tracking and defeating the monstrous beasts that plagued their lands. No one could best him in his combat abilities, tracking and stealth. His older brothers were more chief worthy, social beings that were able to guide and advise their people. Chahta wasn’t very social and only had a few close friends. However, he was an incredible leader when he needed people to join together and execute a strategy. Other than that, it was mainly just his friends that he could get along well with and often came with him during hunts.
He was satisfied with his life. He was arranged to be married after he reached his peak maturity. He was the best hunter and provided for his people and protected them. He could not ask for a better life. He had a family he enjoyed well enough and got along with and friends that would be with him through thick and thin despite all the trouble he put them through. He was quite the troublemaker, always doing what he wanted even if his own father told him not to. Punishment wasn’t something unknown to the guy. It didn’t stop him though. Pride.
Many years passed and eventually, one day, his brother [2nd oldest], his three friends, and him all went out hunting for a beast that had been tearing apart their hunting grounds. However, the trail led them further than their territory but Chahta was not willing to let this beast come and go as it pleased. The needed their food or the tribe would starve. Ignoring his brother’s warnings about their father forbidding them from going any further, Chahta and his friend continued ahead without his brother. [He was a good-two-shoes and a bit of a coward. He returned to the village to inform their father of what he’d done].
They continued tracking the beast until suddenly Chahta lost the trail. They checked the surrounding area for any signs but they travelled too far and when the earth suddenly gave way under them and they fell from a cliff… Chahta could do nothing. During the fall, his one friend’s life ended sharply, his spine and then neck snapping turing the tumble. Fortunately for the other three, they hit a large body of water, painful but from the way they fell, it saved them from death. They were washed down the stream which was chaotic as it continued, causing another one of Chahta’s friends to die before he even knew it. He’d hit a rock and fell unconscious, unable to fight to remain above the currents.
It was just Chahta and his last friend by the time they washed up on shore. They were someplace far away from home and the only way to return was to follow the stream back. However, the forest they were in was vastly different. It was hard to find food by the water and wandering too far would get them lost. However, eventually they had no choice and had to venture further for suitable food. If they were going to heal and live, they needed to eat.
They were forced to venture quite far before they found themselves somewhere that they’d never seen. It was nothing like their village, big and loud, shiny and clean with odd looking trees that reached the stars. They couldn’t make sense of the hard surface underneath them or the noise that was coming at them. That noise was barreling towards them and before Chahta could try to move or fight, his friend protected him and thus his last friend had died. Chahta had barely kept his wits about him at this point. He’d lost two of his friends and was unable to grieve knowing he or his last one could be next. He wanted to get them home but now, they were all dead and he had no way to get home. That strange, roaring beast of metal, something he had never faced. Chahta, in a blind rage and grief, took revenge for his fallen comrade.
Unable to control it, his ability bloodlust activated and in a blindly rage, he destroyed everything in his wake. By the time he woke up, he found himself in chains being confined in a small, closed in room with no exit. He didn’t know what happened but all he knew was that he wasn’t home and he was alone.
He’d been in Nanba for a month by that point. His room covered in deep markings from his numerous attempts of escape. He was only caught a month ago after going on a 6 month rampage. He was only collected with the help of Nanba Warden Officers but even then, it had been tricky to stop and even find a cell that was able to hold him.
For the next week after regaining consciousness and memory, he sat there in the middle of the room, staring at nothing, not moving an inch other than to blink and breath. He didn’t eat, sleep or drink. With the help of his newly appointed caretaker, he is slowly opening up and attempting to communicate only in hopes of escaping this place and once more returning home.
Mod
"My existence is inextinguishing."
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Twyla-Fay Jirou Duri
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Puppet
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Puppet, Fay
│ Aɢᴇ │ 18
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ May 27
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ ??
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Gemini
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ #19
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 8
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 0083
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ ??
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ ??
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single?
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ N/A
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Believer
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name The Doctor
Relation » Doctor|◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
"Tests after tests, testing and testing. Pushing and prodding. Did you get what you wanted from me?"
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Messy Brown Hair [constant bedhead, unruly and untamed-curls]
│ Eʏᴇs │ Unusual Reddish Pink Colour
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale, almost transparently so- like porcelain
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 5’5”, lean.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Two puppets [a white cat and a black bunny] on his hands [or around him]
He doesn’t have hands
"It’s all in great fun isn’t it?"
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│Collecting Things
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Possession Of Inanimate Objects [puppet manipulation]: the ability to possess any inmate object[s] or animate objects and be able to freely manipulate them.
In this case, three objects can be possessed at a single time. Three specific souls can enter the inanimate objects, each possessing their own personality and ability.
Twyla Fay- Sonics:he has the ability to manipulate sound waves. This allows him to create ear bursting sounds, waves of pressure [creating a sound barrier] and frequencies to disrupt technology.
Aba- Razor:they grow razor sharp teeth and claws. They can pierce through anything.
Arra- Bullet time: he can slow down time in order to fight at an incredible ‘speed’ making it possible for him to be injured and makes stealing things a breeze.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│*Theft *Assault *Murder *Fraud *Forgery
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
(view spoiler)
Twyla Fay
The body of the boy is indeed merely clay. Animated to become the decoy. He is very real in any other aspect [besides the fact that he cannot allow himself to be injured or else his body needs maintenance which would require the true TF to show himself-which would never happen.
The boy himself, may be a puppet but the personality possessing it is very real. Said person is a very charismatic person. He is charming and good at talking to others. However, that doesn’t mean he isn’t a troublemaker. Sass and witty that likes to tease others. Oddly enough, he doesn’t have any ambitions and is rather hollow. Despite, he’s a complete masochist. He secretly wants to be teases and basically tormented. He likes a little bit of pain but he can’t handle too much. His body is just clay.
His ambitions and decisions are decided by the puppets that make up his hands. He may pretend to be the main body in charge but he is far from that. He doesn’t mind mainly because it means he gets bossed around. He’s an unusual guy.
Aba
Aba is the black puppet [and always becomes objects of dark colouring]. They are very gender ambiguous thing. Their gender is unknown and they refuse to admit to which one or any. They are obsessed with sinking their razors [teeth or nails] into everything and anything. They’re basically always teething and loves just gnawing on things but nothing really lasts long for them.
Accurately, they are very aggressive and blunt despite finding it difficult to express their feelings. They crave affection as well as something to sink their teeth into. It’s to the point that they’re basically needy. They’re surprisingly dependent despite being strong minded. Shockingly adorable and lovable- unless they’re trying to eat you...
Arra
Arra is the white cat puppet. Unlike their rabbit counterpart, he is strictly male. Much like his counterpart, his gender is rather questionable. He is rather feminine, appearing girlish and while talking in a higher pitch and has a love for pretty things. He is rather cute, eager and tends to have a lot of ‘feminine’ habits.
He is as quirky as Aba. He loves pretty and shiny things. Hence, he steals them without hesitation. Despite that flaw, he is rather nice and is quite the pacifist. He doesn’t like hurting people despite enjoying teasing and bossing people around. He is still rather fair and kind. Viewed as the angel to Aba’s demonic persona.
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Their Master Being Discovered
Mod
"I was finally sick of your shit. I decided if I was to create an army… it would be on my terms- to kill you all."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Twyla Fay was a cute kid, born to a normal family and had an average childhood. That is until his parents went to pick him up from school to find him playing with a doll that was moving and talking on its own. They were horrified, the entire place broke into a riot, scared of toys being possessed and such. He was taken home and the school cancelled the next few weeks. During that time, his parents [and those who happened to see] saw that it seemed to be something he was doing that would cause the objects to become animated. Usually as some sort of toys but moving and ‘talking’ objects occurred occasionally.
It was due to these incidents that by the age of 5, a organization linked to the government military came and took him [kidnapped him when his parents refused any offer they made]. Thus, restorting to plain kidnapping, they took TF and began testing him and the limits of his abilities.
He was pushed to his extreme limits, worked till exhaustion, abused, beaten and forcefully pushed way too past his original abilities. Tests after tests to see how far he can go and how much he could grow if they gave him this, continually pushed his limits to gain new ones. He became a science experiment, a tool for them to use in order to create an army. Their goal was to use his power to possess high tech devices to go into combat during wars so that they won’t need to rely on useless people who die. No unnecessary loses and no risk of the machines malfunctioning.
TF began with one soul or better called first personality he was able to manipulate into objects. His first soul he named Arra. A male personality who acted very feminine and enjoyed being put into girlish objects. As this training furthered, to their knowledge, he only gained another which was called Aba. They were trying everything they could for him to be able to manipulate hundreds but had no way of doing this since the way his power worked exactly was still something that went over their head. However, what they didn’t know was that he had a third personality that he could use. He didn’t want them to know because after all of this experimenting and abuse, he wanted nothing more to leave and had long since lost his mind. He didn’t know how exactly yet, but he wished to use the third in someway to help his survival thus left it alone until the time came.
Ten years had passed since he had been kidnapped. He was a master at his craft but the organization only was privy to a small quantity of his potential. He didn’t trust them and refused to allow them to use him for their own benefits. They only knew he had two but he had three specific ones. It’s impossible to know if it’s only those three at this point but it was something that won’t ever be known.
He didn’t want this abuse to continue, he didn’t want to be someone’s pawn, especially not the government. It took a year of planning sp he was 16 when he escaped. They had taken measures to ensure he didn’t try to escape or anything of the like thus he needed a solid way out after figuring it out.
He was free but knew it wouldn’t stay that way. He managed to blow most of the base he was at but the organization was bigger than the facility he was in. He couldn’t stay away when the government was after him. He needed to go into deep hiding and have a decoy so he could live his life the way he wanted. Thus, his third personality was put into a clay toy he created to act as his double. Setting that up along with two hand puppets for Arra and Aba, he set them off to cause chaos and draw the organization to them. He didn’t care what they did, trusting Arra to guide them until the time came for them to reunite.
The real TF went into hiding and his replacement along with Arra and Aba was off causing chaos. Not only impersonating TF which is a crime of fraud, but due to Arra’s love of shiny things, they often resorted to theft. Then because of Aba, many charges of assault and even murder- often accidents. TF was also causing a lot of cases of shit since his body is very fragile, he takes extra care in protecting himself no matter the cost.
Unfortunately, a year later, the fake Twyla Fay was finally caught and taken to Nanba prison. Well, they were taken there only after Nanba guards got involved [since they couldn’t get TF, Arra, or Aba without their help] and during the conflict, Twyla Fya’s hands shattered, revealing the truth behind Twyla. They weren’t totally sure but they knew that he wasn’t really TF whatever he was.
Due to that reason and Nanba having their hands on him, the organization left him alone unsure if the real TF was really alive. They’re probably still looking for Twyla Fay but as long as they’re around, the puppets remain in prison, waiting for the sign where they can return to their master. [An easy feat since they’re not bound to the bodies they are currently in. Until then, they bid their time and wait, convincing the people around them that Twyla Fay is real. It’s rather easy since he does move and act like a human, he just needs to hide his hands with Arra and Aba. Otherwise, the cracks would be revealed.
"I’m not real but I am living"
Mod
~A thousand nights have passed
change doesn't happen overnight
Not visible at first
It's important to hold on
-inject your advice to me
-incinerate our shackles
Come down to the Black Sea
Swimming with me~
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Zakaria Isaias Oswald
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Moonshine
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Moonshine, [Zak, Karia, Ari, Isaias]
(view spoiler)
│ Aɢᴇ │ 27
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ May 3rd
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │3:25pm
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ United States, Tennessee
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Taurus
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ Building 10
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 0110
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Female
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Feminine
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Asexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Eloped
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Possibly
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ The Black Sea
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Juilah Oswald
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
Name Unknown
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » AWOL
Name Kenzie Hilton
Relation » Adopted Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » ??
Name Jefferson Hilton
Relation » Adopted Father |◦ » ◦| Status » ??
Name Logan Ezra
Relation » Dad |◦ » ◦| Status » Unknown
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│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Sean Hilton
Relation » Adopted Brother |◦ » ◦| Status » ??
│ Her Boys │
Name Sunday Mahilona
Relation » Friend |◦ 20 » ◦| Status » Alive
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│ Other │
Name Tsubaki Kemori
Relation » Husband |◦ » ◦| Status » Addict
"This isn’t so bad."
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │
Dark with a shiny of navy and touches of purple, up in a pony and long front bangs [that she pins back when making drugs and moonshine].
│ Eʏᴇs │ A purply red colour that is intense and vivid.
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │
Incredible pale [practically albinism]. Shocking flawless, not a freckle or mole.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
5’7”, pretty tall for a woman, hourglass figure and curves but otherwise she’s quite thin with a bit of fat on her [stomach and thighs]
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Her clothing style tends to be ‘suit and tie’ dress. She likes her ties and suit vests, white collared shirts and black pants. When she’d using chemicals she’ll wear a biohazard suit since she doesn’t want it to get on her clothes.
She always wears a white mask over her mouth and nose. [She tends to forget about it].
"What I see is very different from what you see."
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │Ezra’s Drug Syndicate
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│Drug/ Alcohol Dealer [specializes in making it]
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│Making drugs and alcohol. Experimenting. Cooking [can’t bake worth shit].
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Chemical Burst: The ability is unusual. She has the knack to understand chemical compounds and what they need in order to react or ‘burst’. In general, she knows what best pairs with anything on the element table and what reactions they need to bond. It’s due to this that she can make the best shit.
Another main component about her ability is the fact that she can use the chemicals on her skin and alter them atomically to react to the particles in the air. This often makes it appear that she can manipulate fire but it is simply the chemicals exploding and creating a blue flame to appear where she wishes [on her body or just around her body]. Unfortunately, it often causes her to burn herself if she isn’t careful but she is a diligent individual so it rarely happens.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│-Making and dealing Drugs and Alcohol. -Manslaughter
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Zakaria is a very reliable woman. She isn’t overly talkative and has a patient and practical nature. She isn’t too concerned with time or deadlines, she never has been. Slow and steady is usually her style.
She doesn’t really speak her mind and she doesn’t open up easily. An almost dead look in her eyes from all the hardships she endured. The only time it changes is when she’s around Ezra and her boys. That and when she’s experimenting on new drugs and alterations to alcohol. A certina sparkle and life. She may not communicate a lot but she tends to be more physical. The closer she is to someone, the more she will accept their touch and will unconsciously move closer to them. However, to get to any point that she will willingly be that close to someone takes a lot of work. She had a lot of trust issues. She doesn’t trust people at all. She takes anyone’s word with a grain of sand and won’t trust them completely even if they’re telling the truth. It means she is very independent and is rather unable to depend on others to get certain jobs done. She’s critical and cruel in that aspect. However, she is rather mentally stable, considering some of the people she worked with and people in Nanba, it’s a surprise. She is a hard worker that believes that those who work hard harvest the most from the fruits of their labour. She’s responsible and quick to learn. Well-grounded and thinks logically.
Responsible to the point of overworking herself, she has worked herself to exhaustion before but fortunately she had her boys to make sure she got sleep and ate later on. However, this also means she is incredibly stubborn, totally uncompromising with many people and has shown many signs to being possessive. Those she cares about she is protective over and tends to be a little overly concern. She hasn’t ever had people that she felt so close to so she doesn’t know how to act or control her emotions. Nonetheless, she is well-grounded and someone anyone can rely on.
She found an unusual liking to cooking since the principals are similar to that to make drugs. However, she doesn’t have enjoy not doing someone, she needs to be doing something or sleeping. Never a moment to relax. It’s probably why she is so pale.
She may not be social but she can talk to people and get them to do what she wants with ease. She has had practice in business but she dislikes that line of work. It requires her to be dependent on people and that never sit well with her. In the background is where she likes being. Invisible, behind the scenes and doing what she does best.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Experimenting
☻ Chemicals
☻ Cooking
☻ Her Boys
☻ Ezra [nothing weird, as a father]
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ People
☹ Addicts
☹ Shady Dealings [hence why she stopped doing it]
☹ Getting Her Hands Dirty [violence wise]
☹ Unintelligence
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Chemicals
✮ Cooking
✮ Intelligence
✮ Quick Thinker
✮ Drugs
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Strength
☆ Unable To Depend Too Much On Others
☆ Snakes
☆ Can Be Harmed By Her Own Ability
☆ Her Boys
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Abandonment
✗Betrayal
Just older.
Mod
"I’ve been waiting here a long time. So I won’t turn my back on the one who saved me."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Zakaria doesn’t recall much of her life before she was abandoned. All she remembers is her father, a shadowy figure pulling out a gun and aiming it at her mother. She remembers the deafening bang and the gun smoking. Her mom’s body fell onto the ground and her blood seeping further onto the ground.
After that moment, it was confusing but she was abandoned with social services and her father disappeared completely. Her father was never seen again and she was set up into the foster care system.
She was tossed place to place from the age of four. No one wanting to keep her, not a strange little girl who didn’t say a word and had a dead look in her eyes. She was simply an unwanted toy. She went to nice homes with couples who just couldn’t accept her, couples who only took her in for the money they’d get and people who abused her in different ways, expanding the dead feelings she developed and deepened her distrust of people.
Finally, a nice household took her in. The parents were understanding and left her alone and the son didn’t give a shit about her. She was allowed to attend school, read and write but mainly she liked science. She was slowly but surely beginning to come out of the shell she had grown. However, one night, her adoptive brother suddenly came into her room, dragged her outside and tossed her before some men who gagged and tied her up then put a sack over her head. She passed out and when she regained consciousness, she was chained along with other children.
A few days later, they were paraded in front of a crowd as they were being moved to a different location. She was eight years old at this time. Only eight years old when her adoptive brother used her to pay off his drug debts. After spending so much time like this, her eyes had grown dead once more, unimpressed and unfazed. It was this look that had someone in the pack of people picking her out and taking her from the collection. The man who was allied with the people behind the slave trade so he was able to take her with ease. When he took the small, sickly girl back with him, everyone demanded to know what he could possibly be thinking bringing a small girl. He claimed he liked the look in her eyes.
They took her in and Ezra, the man who saved her, became a sort of fatherly figure for the girl. No one there was really nice, even Ezra but he looked after her, taught her and she received tough love from the man. She learned hard that she needed to learn fast or pay the consequences. It was a good thing that she was a smart kid. She learned quick but didn’t depend on anyone there.
When she had adjusted to her new life and learned a bit about the drugs they dealt. Ezra was the leader of a drug syndicate. He sold, distributed and trafficked drugs and alcohol [moonshine] illegally. He had her going out to sell drugs. When faced with refusal from some of the people, he stated that cops didn't suspect little girls like her to be selling such drugs. They would be able to get away with selling in a certain area for longer than they would with any of them.
Eventually, at one point, there was a certain someone. She was selling some drugs to an addict going through withdrawals and was desperate with no money. So he tried to take the drugs from her by force. She was just a 10 year old so it would be an easy feat- supposedly. He attacked her only for her ability to snap into effect. Suddenly, he was engulfed in a blue flame and burned to death. She didn’t stick around, returning quickly back to headquarters, terrified and in pain. It was the first time so she didn’t know how to keep herself from being affected by the combustion. Her wounds were treated and she was kept away until she healed.
It was about a half a year later, she was 12 at the time. The cops were beginning to suspect her and Ezra quickly got her out of there and changed directions there. Instead, he taught her the system behind making the drugs and moonshine. He mainly focused on teaching her how to synthesize the drugs. When she started out, she made mistakes that turned out very lethal but the girl was quick to find the faults and fixed them. She was getting better and better, trial and errors until eventually, she was producing the best patches. She made the best shit and was soon making new concoctions that were bringing in more dough than anything they produced before.
Everyone was surprised but Ezra only wrapped an arm around her and exclaimed “Didn’t I tell you this kid was something!”
It was about this time that she was beginning to meet the higher up members. A group of five guys that slowly got closer and closer to her. Slowly transforming her and opening her up slightly. Gaining the trust of a girl who had given up on people.
During that time, she continued to to make better drugs that were more addictive than anything they ever had before. She enjoyed experimenting to see if she could alter the effects of certain drugs on people and test whether taking out symptoms was possible.
However, eventually, she was 16 and getting rather tired with drugs. She branched out on her own [without Ezra’s permission] and taught herself how to distill alcohol. Her first attempts and later on trails of experimentation to alter the taste ended up rather toxic. Those who happened to test it out tended to perish and Ezra had to pick up after her mess. Fortunately, it was worth the trouble when she produced a fine grade batch of moonshine. Thus, her nickname and alias was born.
As she continued to develop, the more her ability grew, allowing her to continue experimenting with both drugs and alcohol. It was all she ever did. She didn’t care about the syndicate or the money, she just liked making the shit. She could produce stuff that had people addicted at their first try. She was a gold mine and she was a gold mine that Ezra wanted to expand from their state and into asia. There were tons of people there, more people to become addicts, more money and more power.
Ezra took Zak out there with him. He wanted her to experience some things on the business side of things, to get some knowledge of how to work a room. It was also to provide a trusted source production first hand to ensure their success in that part of the world. Plus, her stuff tended to be more potent the fresher it was. Having her along would solidify partnerships and alliances.
Ezra left her there to take care of things when she got a grasp on it. By the time she reached 40 days, the time her visa expired, she made the rash decision to get married so she wouldn’t be deported back home. Her job was incomplete here and the process of renewing it would take too much time and money. So using a drug addict there, she got hitched, legalized it all and made sure she was able to stay before ditching the guy and continuing her project. She wanted it done and taken care of as soon as she could since she honestly hated it. She didn’t trust people and yet she was here needing to put some trust into people to take care of themselves.
She spent three agonizingly long years. It was running smoothly, the people who would take over for her were trained and put into place temporarily and she was able to escape knowing that their product was running smoothly and expanding quite nicely. Ezra sent out trustees to make sure it continued that way and got her the first ticket home.
She went into solitude with only Ezra and the boys really spending time with her. She otherwise isolated herself to recuperate and continued to develop her shit. She liked staying in the background much better instead of dealing with people. When she said this, Ezra only laughed.
When she was 23 years old, the FBI finally cracked down on their syndicate and ambushed their main base. They were all taken into custody and she was charged with drug possession, trafficking and drug altering [and murder].
However, Zak wasn’t going to give up so easily. This was her home and her family. She liked her freedom and worked hard with her drugs and alcohol that it was heartbreaking to lose all of it. This was her home and she didn’t want to be abandoned by Ezra or her boys. All the people who called her moonshine and respected her. She didn’t want to give it up. So, she tried to use her ability to save everyone so they could start somewhere new. However, officers that could use abilities stepped in and they were able to stop her and her boys [who surprisingly had abilities as well]. They were apprehended and taken to Nanba, along with her boys but she was separated from Ezra who she viewed as a father at this point.
They’ve been there for four years now and she has secretly began distributing alcohol and drugs that she made in exchange for needed items and information that they needed. She plans on getting her and her boys out of there and go find Ezra. She wasn’t a little girl anymore, she could stop them from abandoning her. She could get them and her freedom back.
"And just like that. It’s all up in smoke."
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"Once Upon A Time… there was a young girl who dreamed to be a hero…."
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Yesenia Venus Deidre
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Ink Heart
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Senia
│ Aɢᴇ │ 17
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ February 28th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │11:35pm
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Pisces
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ Building 2
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 1002
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Heterosexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ N/A
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Then, the Sky Opened Up and Swallowed Them Whole
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Helena Deidre
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
│Other │
Name
Relation » Detective |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Name
Relation » Lover Boy/ Childhood Friend |◦ 19 » ◦| Status » Alive
|Image|: (view spoiler)
"If what I see is so wrong and strange… why does it often look so… beautiful?"
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ A platinum blonde, short and often sticks up/ curls at the ends.
│ Eʏᴇs │Greenish Blue
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │
She had a pale complexion but had freckles and beauty marks on her skin.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
5’4”, normal build. Hourglass figure, she doesn’t have an ass with meat on her stomach and biceps but she had nice legs.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ This Image
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Her freckles, a beauty mark on the back of her neck and a birthmark on her wrist and inner thigh.
"I see people and things that no one else does and act a role that I read in a book."
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│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│Reading. Writing. Daydreaming.
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Fictional Reality: Her ability messes with her ability to comprehend the world around her. She tends to see what she is picturing in her head thus causing her to have difficulties differentiating the real world from her daydreams. However, this isn’t the only thing her ability does. She may feel like she is walking into a story that she read or wrote herself but she can bring people into her daydreams as well. She had no control over who comes in nor who gets out. They simply get wrapped up in her fantasy world with no escape. They cannot touch the outside world but they can see the world as she sees it. They can see what is going on in the real world but are clearly trapped in her fantasy dimension.
Clause: She will often forget about the person she traps entirely [though being self-aware now has lessened that effect]. However, each time leaves her in a state of exhaustion, often causing her to pass out or at the very least, become immobile for some time.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│Abductions/kidnapping, Contribution to Delinquency and Harboring Runaways.
”Breathing Life Into Every Word. That is what an author is.
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Yesenia is a shy woman. She doesn’t understand a lot of people’s interests and doesn’t really know what to say to people half of the time. This mean she doesn’t tend to talk to others, making it seem like she is antisocial if not being stuck up. She isn’t either, just finds most people rather intimidating. Thus, she escapes her lonely reality by delving into the world of stories and fantasies. She lives in her own world, something that everyone around her is aware of. Her inability to separate the fantasy that she sees from reality causes a lot of mix ups with people that approach her occasionally. She tends to act like a main character in whatever fantasy she happens to be trapped in, thus acting in the situation she finds herself in based on what main character she would imagine writing in that role. It causes quite the conflict but often, it allows her a chance to interact with people and even befriend someone. It was during one of these episodes that she began the leader of a delinquent gang.
It’s a sad existence, being unable to communicate with others properly without a facade, staying a confused, quiet bookworm. However, when she does get comfortable with other people, you are met with another woman completely. She’s an incredible passionate woman. She loves to rant and rave about her stories and everything she imagines. If given the opportunity, she can talk the ear off anyone. Friendly and selfless [alas insecure and nervous] she tries to help anyone she can hence why she is always a heroine. She tends to be overly trusting despite her fearful nature towards people. She strongly believes in doing what she can for anyone no matter the issue. She is compassionate like that and equally wise. However, that does not mean she can tolerate being around certain people. She finds know it all suffocating and being criticized lowers her fragile self-esteem. A delicate girl that just wishes to live in her world with her true friends. She loves to write that comes from her desire to escape her reality.
Despite the fact she sees things that aren’t there, she still loves it. She knows that it’s not normal but could care less. She goes on so many adventures without needing to spend money and meets new characters often. She also loves the characters that have been with her for a long time. Without them, she doubted she could continue to live a somewhat seminormal life. She doesn’t complain but has a deep sense of remorse and guilt that could destroy her if she isn’t careful.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Books
☻ Writing
☻ DayDreaming/ Roleplaying
☻ Fantasy
☻ Animals
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Real World
☹ Boring Work
☹ Socializing
☹ Adulthood
☹ Getting In Trouble
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Very Good Actress
✮ Can Trap Enemies
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Trapped In Fantasy
☆ No Control Of Ability
☆ Strength/ Speed
☆ Lack Of Athleticism
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Lightening
✗ The Dark
✗ Getting In Trouble
✗ Spiders
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"I can’t tell what’s real anymore."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Yesenia never knew her father, he was never in the picture and it was something her mother never talked about. Instead, she was raised by her mother and babysat by her elder neighbor that owned the apartment building they lived in. A small three room apartment, a joint bedroom and a mother who worked a lot. Despite, she always made time for Yesenia, as much as she could. They always had breakfast and dinner together, even if it was early or late by the time they ate. Yesenia never minded. She loved her mother and the neighbourhood they lived in. She had fun with the old lady next door who she called Grannie. Grannie had a lot of books in her room and she taught her everyday how to read [and later how to write as well]. She taught Yesenia a lot of the basics she needed to know before going to school since her mom was so busy during the day. However, she was taught how to read and write above any math or colours etc that she was also told about.
She liked reading, soon she eagerly told her mother some of the stories Grannie let her borrow and it was rare to see the quiet, cute little girl without a book. She was constantly hugging one, often new ones after a certain amount of time. She was four by this time and soon would be attending school.
That summer before her first time attending school, Grannie let her go to the park just across from the apartment. She loved going there with her mom and Grannie but since she had to do things at home, she was allowed to stay at the park but to make sure she could still see the door. If she couldn’t, she had to go back. She visited often when Grannie was busy, playing on the playground, in the sandbox or just sat on the swing, slide, or under a tree to read her books. She also liked the animals that she saw, the love of animals that almost all children have but she often got to pet the animals that visited the park. Cats and dogs mostly.
During one of her visits, a boy was there. Usually, the other kids left her alone, thinking her to be weird for carrying around a book with her all the time. She was hurt at first but she got used to it since her love for books wasn’t something she wanted criticized. She didn’t want to be involved with book haters. It’s what tied her to grannie and her mom. She liked reading her mom bedtime stories, it always made her smile.
However, this little boy, who was older than her, actually approached her and asked what she was reading. She brightly told him and spent the rest of the afternoon playing with him. She read him the book, they played tag and even made sandcastles together. She hadn’t done that with anyone before. She had so much fun and was incredibly sad when her first friend had to leave. She even dropped her book to hold his hand to stop him from going. He said he’d be back but she was so scared of never seeing him again that something happened.
She doesn’t recall this incident, her head hurting until finally she passed out and the boy was gone. At least, that’s what it looked like. However, it seemed that the young, daydreaming girl in love with books had trapped her first friend into her dreams.
She woke up in her home, her mother sobbing and so happy that she was okay. Yesenia never returned to the park, not alone anyway but even so, she didn’t see the boy for some time after the forgotten meeting.
She was in school for the first time and everyone was impressed by her ability to read. She was put at a higher level than anyone else in the class and even could help others on how to spell their name. She was popular for this reason but she was shy about the attention. She wasn’t used to it. However, she liked helping her classmates and was eager to do it.
However, one day, she saw the boy in her class. She didn’t remember him at this point but she felt he was familiar and was happy to see him for some reason. She decided to try and approach him only for him to be shocked and then angry. He started shouting at her until she was in tears and she ran out of the room.
The incident was spread by the kids, calling her crazy for talking to nothing and crying. A cry baby. She was in trouble for leaving the classroom without permission. However, it would have blown over if given enough time but unfortunately the boy wasn’t done. He was angry for being trapped, having seen nothing until that day and he immediately met her after trying to get anyone to talk to him- only she could. Angry and sad and scared, he lashed out at her and didn’t stop. He wanted to go back but she didn’t seem to understand and thus, he decided until she fixed it, he would make her life hard to live. It would be impossible for her to ignore him thus forcing her to fix it faster. He wanted to go home to his family.
He played with her, creating incidents that caused her classmates to outcast her and teachers talk to her mother in concern for her mental health. It got worse and worse, tormenting her and forcefully isolating her from her peers until she blew up. However, she happened to blow up right at him when he was beside another girl. It made it seem like she randomly began shouting at her until the other girl began to cry. No one talked to her from that day on.
She had to be transferred to a different school in the district and she had to learn to quietly endure his torment to not trouble her mom or Grannie anymore. She hid further and further inside her books. It was an escape from reality, from the boy who was almost always trying to get her attention and bully her with his words since he could not touch anything of the real world.
However, the more she read, the worse her daydreams became until the boy wasn’t the only thing she could see. She began seeing the world in different colours, sometimes plants or creatures that were impossible were things she could ‘interact’ with.
The more these things happened, the more they grew to cloud and mix with her vision of reality, the stronger they began and the more she began to accept them. She was still terrified of the boy to the point that her daydreams began to turn into stories itself. The first big incident that clouded her mind so much that she became the main character was when she was 7. It was during class when she suddenly found herself in a fairy tale. She was a heroine, a princess who was trying to save her kingdom from the villain- the boy who bullied her. The entire thing had the class in an uproar but she heard none of it, didn’t see it. Everyone and everything simply became things in her daydream, things she had to avoid or save or conquer until reaching the villain.
It was this interaction that made the boy realize what he’d been doing. She had suffered from him so much that he was now a villain, a monster that would hurt everyone. It was probably the sharp realization that caused him to stop bullying her but it didn’t cause him to forgive her. He still wanted to get free and she had trapped him in this strange plane.
He began to simply observe her for a bit, to depressed to do anything. She had many more of the incidents, once almost getting ran over by a car due to it. It was then he realize she was tormented by whatever that was happening almost as much as he was. Thus, he began to protect her from her daydreams. Instead of the villain, he was her knight in shining armour, protecting her and being her companion. When she was unable to see the real world, he still could catch glimpses, this allowed him to know what was actually dangerous and what weren’t. He protected her like this and slowly they grew out of their previous animosity and began being friends once more.
It got to the point that she saw him almost all the time once again, even when she wasn’t daydreaming. She often talked to him, read to him and told him about her dreams about writing stories. She wanted people to love books as much as she did and she’d make the best stories to do that. She was a bright child despite how she was aware of how much her mother struggled. She even learned how to cook and clean and do laundry so her mom didn’t need to do so much. Her and the boy had to teach themselves how to cook- Grannie in the end gave her lessons xD.
As she got older, she came to realize that seeing an imaginary friend by that age was seen as strange. She didn’t have any friends, that enough was something that wasn’t going to change but it didn’t matter since she had the boy and her dreams. However, to stop her from getting bullied, he made sure to stay away when she was around other people. However, it didn’t stop the bullies who taunted, teased and hurt her for various reason.
It was around this time he began trying to figure out a way to protect her from a world he couldn’t come into contact with. However, while he tried to figure out the problem to that issue another one began.
A case of missing people. Whenever someone scared her enough, hurt her enough got too close to her, they would suddenly disappear and she would forget about them. The boy began to see more people stuck in the other dimension, trapped. Unlike the boy Yesenia couldn’t see them all the time, only when they were characters in a daydream. He knew they were like him and also knew that she had no control over it nor had any idea that it was happening. It looked like he would never get out and she would only collect more.
It grew immensely worse, her bullying and isolation when she reached high school. It was hell to be quite honest and her only salvation was her stories and him. However, it wasn’t okay with him. He felt useless, he couldn’t do anything. It made him feel as devastated as he had been when he first found himself stuck. Powerless and unable to help. Thus, he needed to do something drastic. She was 14 at the time and after some experimentation, he discovered he had some influence in her daydreams, to the point where he could stage a scenario that would allow the delinquents to respect her.
Yesenia, when in a daydream, became someone else entirely. Her acting was incredibly and she could even become a scary mafia leader if that was what happened in her daydream. Thus, he brought out that and got her to ‘save’ some delinquents. From that point on, they began to follow her, calling her their leader and she really didn’t understand what was going on. The boy had been scared to think that after seeing who she really is, they might bully her as well. Seeing as she was not naturally badass and was simply under a delusion. Fortunately, they found her enduring and needed to be protected yet still holding their respect somehow.
Thus, bullies were not a problem anymore. Any that tried were beat up immediately and they stayed away from her. However, they brought the bullies to her to punish herself. It made her confused and scared to the point where they too would disappear. It happened frequently at first but soon there wasn’t many who dared try anything to her. No one even liked partnering with her for projects.
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It took only a year of this rumour of her being the gang’s leader spreading around the area that got the school involved. Punishing her and the delinquents. She honestly was scared and confused but felt like she did something wrong because why else would they treat her like this?
However, the delinquents didn’t sit quietly and lashed out.
With that breaking out, the police had to get involve and eventually, further investigation began. The delinquents were punished for assault and property damage etc but the police began looking into the case of missing students at this school. It was a detective that figured out that all these missing kids all attended this school. Leading the investigation, he was seen often on campus and after questioning people, learned that everyone missing had ties connecting to the gang and specifically Yesenia.
He confronted her but she wasn’t giving any information cause she didn’t remember nor had any information to give. It was leading to dead ends and he was near going to give up. Devastating since he had been after this since deciding to be a detective after his little brother went missing. It was also at their first confrontation that the boy recognized his brother and became a little secluded from Yesenia.
It was long and never ending since he refused to give it up. Eventually, the boy confronted Yesenia after deciding that he should finally explain to her everything that is going on. He hadn’t before due to her fragile mental state and fear that she would reject it all and he would just cease to exist. But he loved her, coming to this realization but didn’t tell her of course. He also knew that if this kept up, she would be committed for kidnapping when she had no control over it at the least.
Yesenia was horrified to discover this. She had no doubt in her mind that he was telling her the truth, she trusted him and knew even she couldn’t come up with this sort of idea even if she tried. It was too impossible and connected too well with the reality she was processing.
She immediately confronted the detective, telling him everything in tears. She had to explain it rationally without sobbing after ward but it was clear he didn’t believe her. It didn’t help he was stressed, frustrated and beginning to give up on finding his brother’s kidnapper.
She didn’t want to give up, she needed him to know and the boy told her to tell him something only he would know about his brother. It was enough to convince the detective… mostly but it was only confirmed when a crazed parent tried to attack Yesenia. It wasn’t kept hidden that she was suspect, something that troubled her mother and Grannie. It was another reason she wanted to get this over with. Her mother was so worried and stressed about this entire thing and it was affecting her health. The crazed parents went at her with a knife and in a moment of panic… they disappeared and Yesenia collapsed. She was exhausted but with her newfound awareness, she remained consciousness and even remembered the incident. Her brain’s fail safe was broken, there was nothing hiding her from the truth now.
It was chaotic, the detective trying to see if she could reverse it but in tears she explained she didn’t even know until his brother told her about it and it was the first time she ever remember this happening. She had no idea how to bring back people or where exactly they went.
They didn’t know what to do and days passed in silence. She didn’t go to school, horrified from what she could do and didn’t want anyone else caught in it. Fortunately, the news had managed to catch the attention from Nanba, enough so that they sent out a guard to help the situation.
After proving their purpose and intent [believably] they were made aware of the situation and told to arrest her. They’d take her to Nanba where they would figure out a way to bring them back and have her control her powers. She agreed without hesitation, knowing that it may worry her mother but it was better than the current situation. She didn’t want to rip away anyone else.
She’s been in Nanba for about 3 months after 2 months trial and sentence. She spends her time alone with the boy, a doctor trying to figure out her power and help her learn to control it and the occasional visits from the detective. Otherwise, she stayed as far away from people as she could, scared they would be trapped like so many others. She hides herself in her cell or in the library, surrounded by the comfort of stories and books.
”But instead, that girl became a villain in someone else’s story."
Name: Sunday Mahilona (Mah-he-lone-ah)Alias/Nickname: The Flyin’ Hawaiian, Parrot (by the others in the tight knit group of allies to him)
Age: 20
Sexuality: Bisexual
Building: 10
Crimes: Selling and Distribution of Drugs, Possession with Intent to Sell, Murder, Illegal Possession of a Firearm, among other things
Appearance:
His wings (view spoiler)
Sunday has long black dreads, that would be the first thing anyone would notice. He enjoys them extremely and when he needs them away from his wings, he will tie them up in a big loose bun. His skin is a darker color, and is pretty flawless, the only real wrinkles he has is from tanning, which is just natural, and they are smiling lines. His eyes are slightly wider and the irises are close to black, so he has these little black gems staring at you, and he always has a devilish look on his face. His wings are a multitude of colors, mostly brown, but there are plenty of white, black, and grey feathers. He wears loose clothes, many of them special made to accommodate the odd anatomy of his body, so some of his clothes are close to just rag dresses.
Personality: At first meetings, Parrot is a chill guy, always ready to just go with the flow and is always happy to see you. But at closer inspection, cracks began to form in his facade. He is very rough around the edges, almost acting like the birds his body so resembles. He has a cold way of thinking and as a hard tie remembering that humans need to be treated better than corpses do. When anxious or worried, he will go to the highest point he can away from humans and pick at any loose feathers on his body. Sunday s extremely well groomed, always trying to stay clean but isnt afraid to get dirty for his family. When around Karia and the boys he is actually more like the personality that he tries to show off like a mask, being able to let his guard down a little. He is thick-skinned and can drone out everything and just be numb, thinking of the birds. He is obsessed about them and reads every little thing he can about them. Extremely terrified of doctors and refuses to talk to one unless Karia is around.
History: The day was March 20th in Honolulu, Hawaii, that was the day the freak was born. His mother and father owned a bar, and were vile human beings. When the bird-man hybrid thing that was Sunday appeared, they only saw money signs. They taught the boy from a very young age that he was simply a freak and that he was only meant for them to make money, so at age 5 he was put into the part as a little act, the flyin' hawiian, Mah-he! He would fly by and give drinks to two lucky peolpe. This went on for years, when not performing, Sunday was locked away in a room about the size of a closet, given food in a dog dish, and was treated less than a pet. At age 8, Child Services came and took him away, away from the hell he was living in and given to a small family in Tennessee. They were nice enough, the man in the house freaked out by the wings so he wasn't around at all. The mother adored hi though she was severe drug addict from a certain gang. He had a break from life, living and exploring the woods around the cabins, and fought out that way he loved birds way more than humans. Than one of Ezra's boys came for their payment. The woman had nothing, so they took Sunday, they figured he would be a good asset to have. They were right after awhile. He at first, was extremely aggressive towards hem, almost biting a man's finger off. Eventually they calmed him down, using morphine at the beginning. They gave Sunday a gun, told him to kill the ma in front of im a addict they had serious debts with, and he did it. Tat is when he was finally accepted into anouther family, this weird gang wit the charming Ezra as his boss and his daughter of sorts, Karia. They soon became friends, along with a few other boys. Now Parrot, as he was now called, was now 11 and for 9 years he soared through the ranks of the gang, eventually becoming one of their best men, ready to do anything for the family. His connection grew stronger with the girl and her other "boys" as she put it and for another time, Sunday was happy oce more. Than the big bust happened and fucked everything up, his life now all jumbled around. Now he is stuck in prison, on an island of all things. He is desperate to get out, and will do anything for that to happen, and finally stay n oe place for the rest of his life.
Ability: A Gift From Birds
Specifics: Sunday was born with wings, not like little nubs that stick out of his back, no, that would be easy. He was born with a full pair of wings, they grew with him, so by age 10 he had them about at their max height. Sunday can fly with them, his top speeds reaching about 50mph. They are roughly 5 ft on either side when he lets them spread out to their max. Another of his “Powers” is that his eyes are extremely good. They can see up to a mile in details some wouldn’t see right up at their face, good for when your keeping watch to make sure no one comes and tries to steal your stuff. The downside to his sight is that his sense of hearing has diminished down to nothing and peolpe have to shout if he is too her them.
General Anatomy of Sunday (view spoiler)
Theme Song: Far the Days Come
Name: Yukino
Age: 14
Sexuality: Straight
Prisoner Number: 1450
Block: 7
Appearance: (view spoiler)
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue/purplish
Skin: Pale
Style: Something like this
Personality: Yuki is a lazy, blunt person. Shes weird, and at times she can be blunt and cold hearted. She puts up an invisible wall, though it doesn't seem it, she never truly lets that wall down for most. She's actually really easy to embarrass and often gets shy. Shes terrible with socializing.
History: Yukino was an orphan who was raised by a family that consisted of bandits, illegal drug addicts, and murders. An ideal child of crime. She went to a school that did experiments on the students. Her best friend betrayed her and turned her in to the scientist who were doing experiments on the students. She became one of those experiments. Although, the experiment went wrong and her power was undeveloped. She could only teleport with in a yard in her field of vision. She always had problems imagining places and how the situation would play out if she did teleport, which made her useless to the scientist. They erased her memories of everything that happen, the experiment, her past, everything.
She was then released into town where all she could do was follow her instincts. She became lost and often stole. She had a 100,000,000 dollar bounty on her head when she was attacked by a couple thugs. She killed those thugs but was put into jail afterwards.
She had a strange feeling not to let anyone close to her, maybe it was because of her friends betrayal? She had visions of her friend and the painful, constant experiments every night, and part of her memory came back, but only the painful ones. She forgot how it looked on the outside world. Most thought she was going insane, she kept commiting more and more crimes in the prison, she didn't want to be released, she was too afraid that they would try to do more experiments on her. She kinda liked the place.
Ability: She can teleport, but only about 1 yard. Even if she were to teleport she'd have to imagine that place within 1 yard, which if she were try to escape, she couldn't due to the fact she forgot how it looked outside the prison walls.
(view spoiler)
Theme Song: Good Girls
Likes:
-Music
-Animals
-Food
-cooking
Dislikes:
-People
-Traitors
-Most sports
Strengths:
-Cooking
-Fighting
Weaknesses:
-Water (Cant swim)
-Socializing (She's terrible at talking to people, she will end up saying something mean, although she doesn't mean it)
-Her stage fright and shyness
Crimes:
-Theft
-Murder
-Blackmail
-Involving with illegal sellers, assassins, and gangs.
Age: 14
Sexuality: Straight
Prisoner Number: 1450
Block: 7
Appearance: (view spoiler)
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue/purplish
Skin: Pale
Style: Something like this
Personality: Yuki is a lazy, blunt person. Shes weird, and at times she can be blunt and cold hearted. She puts up an invisible wall, though it doesn't seem it, she never truly lets that wall down for most. She's actually really easy to embarrass and often gets shy. Shes terrible with socializing.
History: Yukino was an orphan who was raised by a family that consisted of bandits, illegal drug addicts, and murders. An ideal child of crime. She went to a school that did experiments on the students. Her best friend betrayed her and turned her in to the scientist who were doing experiments on the students. She became one of those experiments. Although, the experiment went wrong and her power was undeveloped. She could only teleport with in a yard in her field of vision. She always had problems imagining places and how the situation would play out if she did teleport, which made her useless to the scientist. They erased her memories of everything that happen, the experiment, her past, everything.
She was then released into town where all she could do was follow her instincts. She became lost and often stole. She had a 100,000,000 dollar bounty on her head when she was attacked by a couple thugs. She killed those thugs but was put into jail afterwards.
She had a strange feeling not to let anyone close to her, maybe it was because of her friends betrayal? She had visions of her friend and the painful, constant experiments every night, and part of her memory came back, but only the painful ones. She forgot how it looked on the outside world. Most thought she was going insane, she kept commiting more and more crimes in the prison, she didn't want to be released, she was too afraid that they would try to do more experiments on her. She kinda liked the place.
Ability: She can teleport, but only about 1 yard. Even if she were to teleport she'd have to imagine that place within 1 yard, which if she were try to escape, she couldn't due to the fact she forgot how it looked outside the prison walls.
(view spoiler)
Theme Song: Good Girls
Likes:
-Music
-Animals
-Food
-cooking
Dislikes:
-People
-Traitors
-Most sports
Strengths:
-Cooking
-Fighting
Weaknesses:
-Water (Cant swim)
-Socializing (She's terrible at talking to people, she will end up saying something mean, although she doesn't mean it)
-Her stage fright and shyness
Crimes:
-Theft
-Murder
-Blackmail
-Involving with illegal sellers, assassins, and gangs.
Mod
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Garbhan Ziya Lorne
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Ziya, Han
│ Aɢᴇ │ 19
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ July 4th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 6:45am
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Cancer
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 09
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ Building 6
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 0024
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Male
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Masculine
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Homosexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Crushing
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ N/A
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Mashup
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Stephanie Werman
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Julian Lorne
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
"Pretty boys are more cunning than people assume. Idiots."
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Platinum Blonde, long and he rarely does shit all with it.
│ Eʏᴇs │ Grey eyes [pale] with a small hue of green.
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Shockingly pale, no other known marks.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 5’11”, tall lanky guy. Not much muscle but he is ‘fit’.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Jian Yi
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Stab wound at his abdomen [happened during a con gone wrong]
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│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │Himself
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│Self-Employed
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│*Food *Teasing Fitz
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Invisibility: He had the ability to turn completely transparent and anyone[thing] he wants as well- as long as he is touching it. That’s it, simple and not much to it but it’s a tricky skill that has helped him many times.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│*Theft *Dine & Dash *Blackmail *Cons
“That is my food!”
“YUM”
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
They say you can’t con a conman. A man who has the ability to lie to people’s faces without showing a sign of it. A man who has the persuasive ability and power to wrap people around his finger with words and charasma alone.
Garbhan, or better known as Ziya, is a man that draws people in by his looks and general outward appearance of being easy. However, those that are drawn to him for those sort of reasons find themselves faced with a few alternatives. If they piss him off or he finds them a threat or someone he can use, he will manipulate you by his words or just bluntly using blackmail. No mercy. He doesn't care who he needs to step on to achieve his goals which is to protect his only friend and his family [mainly his mother because she treated him like a son despite how much trouble he often got her son into]. A distant and aloof man who looks feeble but can pack a brutal punch with his mouth.
If you’re simply someone attracted to him due ot his looks, you are often met with either a charismatic guy or one riddled with flaws. It’ll depend on the day and how he feels and whether Fitz is around or not.
Due to Ziya nature, he is a tenacious and emotional person. A high imagination and intelligence allows him to effectively seem boyishly charming at times when he tries but he hates doing it. It means pretending to be something he isn’t and it makes him sick. He is forced to be the good and perfect son for his father so whenever he has to do it it makes him want to punch something or make someone cry.
Thus, more often than not, they will be faced with an imperfect guy. That is who Ziya is and he does not try to pretend otherwise, not even in front of Fitz. He just keeps most of his pessimistic nature, insecure and family life hidden from Fitz. He doesn’t need that guy worrying about him anymore than he does. It would give him too much hope
Ziya is a guy who is very sarcastic and will do whatever he wants when he wants to. A lack of a filter and a desire to tease and have fun. It is only fueled by his moody nature and attitude that makes him rather crude and brash. A very fuck you attitude that begs for many people to come at him or stay the fuck away. It leaves Fitz either beating him up, people messing with him or bashing his own head off the wall. Ziya is also rarely serious when he’s with Fitz, often smiling and teasing the shit out of him. He likes messing with everyone but his favourite target is his best friend.
Kahnyr Fitz is Ziya’s best friend and one-sided since forever crush. He is in love with his best friend and he can’t help it in the slightest. However, he has no plans on ever confessing to him. Fitz means everything to Ziya. It was painful, horribly at times but it would be nothing compared to the agony of not being able to be by his side anymore. A man who has no one else and has spent years ensuring his safety from the conflicts of his family. Ziya isn’t the only one to hate his father and due to that, his enemies would use any means to get back at him. This also means using Ziya or anyone close to the boy. Thus, his suspicious and manipulative behaviour was put into full effect.
He keeps his work and how he gets himself money and even his home situation from Fitz, the more he knows, the more he is in danger. At least, that was the lie Ziya convinced himself with. He ignores any signs of Fitz suspecting something and acts like it never existed. In denial since he is insecure. He knows if he confesses to anything personal that it was likely his only friend would abandon him. He couldn’t live with that thus he keeps that self at a distance and uses food often as a cover and a distraction.
Speaking of food. Ever since Ziya’s initial taste of food with Ziya, he has been obsessed. He adores food but can only eat when he is with Ziya. Otherwise the food is bland, disgusting and it never stays in his stomach. An influence from cold and lonely meals by himself or with his father. A mental scar and has nothing to do with him physically but unchangeable. He now loves food but still vomits anything he eats if he doesn’t have his meals with his best friend. A fact he has easily kept from the person himself.
A conman is a man built on the ground of a con: a mountain of lies.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Kahnyr [in that way]
☻ FOOD
☻ Animals
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ People
☹ His Parents
☹ Shit Food
☹ Cocky assholes
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ His ability
✮ Intelligence
✮ Manipulative and Social
✮ Lack Of Morals
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Strength
☆ Speed
☆ Attitude
☆ Kahnyr
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Losing Kahnyr
✗Drugs
Mod
"To do what I want, I needed to become a king. Thus, I became a monarch over people who had no power to stop me."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Ziya was born into the Lorne family. A pretesgience family that had a large influence in many organization and companies. His father got married as business arrangement. No love and they only spent any time together was so that she fulfilled her side of the contract- producing an heir. Once Ziya was one, his mother left. Well, she returned to her separate home and only showed up occasionally for important business meals that his father had at their home. Otherwards, he was cared for by a nanny and had him tutoured as soon as he could speak. His only purpose in life was to take over the family business when his father died or was too senile to take care of it.
Ziya rarely ever saw his father. He was a pure breed workaholic and when he did return home, was often locked in his office. He ignored Ziya’s presence, even if the boy tried to spark up anything with his dad, show off achievement or anything of the like. It didn’t take too long for him to give that up. His father was a cold and cruel man. Everything about him screamed for Ziya to stay away and eventually he did. However, like all children, he didn’t learn that until he made a mistake in angering his father. A slap that had him flying was enough for the boy to acknowledge the fact his father hated him.
Ziya was left alone, being looked after by a nanny and tutor that were almost just as distant. He was all alone, surrounded by studies. Despite, he did look forward to when his mother visited. She wasn’t involved much but she treated him nicely when she was there and actually acknowledged his existence for a little while. However, when he was five, his parents divorced and his mother completely abandoned him, never to see her again. Devastated that the only person that gave him any sort of attention that wasn’t because it was their job to do it had left him. In a fit of temper, he escaped their house and ran. He didn’t stop, his first time out of his house so it wasn’t a surprise that he got lost after a few too many turns. That and he could barely see straight past his tears. The little boy didn’t stop until he finally collapsed in a park, sobbing with his head in his hands.
The way Ziya was going, after being found from this incident, he would spiraled down a path and become exactly like his father, if not worse. However, a fateful encounter occurred that pulled him from that path with a few simple words. “Are you okay?”
It began rather well, the other boy, Kahnyr seemed to want to help or at least be a bit concern about why he was crying. Until he told Ziya [a bit after he’d calmed down] that only babies cry [that was what his brother said anyway]. This, of course escalated into a fight. It was the first time Ziya had ever been so angry for being called a baby. He was anything but! By the time Ziya’s nanny finally found him, the boys were passed out bruised and bleeding but they slept side by side and a small smile could be seen on Ziya’s lips.
Ziya continued to return to the park after the time, wanting to see the other boy. Claiming he had to finish their fight and would only accept a win despite the fact Kahnyr clearly was stronger than him. An unusual rivalry began from their second meeting. It took a bit for the two to finally meet again since Fitz only walked by on his way home. However, their fateful second meeting had Ziya teasing Kahnyr when he realized that he wouldn’t fight him again for a reason like that. So he said something that poked his pride and thus, he was getting hit again. Oddly, Ziya found nothing wrong with it. It meant his words were being acknowledged and he wasn’t being ignored or humoured.
Ziya continued to meet with Kahnyr and they continued to fight. Really, it consisted of Ziya teasing the shit out of him until he got pissed and lashed out violently. However, occasionally they could get along long enough to hold some conversation. It was mostly Ziya asking him questions and Fitz answering them. He told Ziya about his family, friends and about school.
He was curious about school and wanted to spend time with Fitz. He liked the other boy and did view him as a friend, though at that time he didn’t really understand the meaning. Thus, during one of their meals [though, since his mother left, he hadn’t been able to keep anything down], Ziya made his first request from his father and the last. He wanted to attend Fitz’s school and when his father rejected it [why pay for school and a tutor?] but Ziya wasn’t going to give up. The six year old made a commotion afterward until his father couldn’t ignore him. With his attention, Ziya used what he had learned to arrange a contract. He would use the chance to go to a school to show his father what he was capable of. If he was not a top student every year, he would drop out, if he did, he was allowed to finish his schooling. Knowing Ziya wouldn’t let up and frankly not caring anymore, his father agreed.
Thus, skipping a grade ahead, to Fitz’s grade to be exact, Ziya arrived into the classroom and surprised the hell out of the guy. He didn’t look entirely too happy either.
As time went by, the two became inseparable. Kahnyr had a few friends that played with him at recess [sports] but he hadn’t been close to anyone [found him scary and mean due to his temperament]. Ziya, on the other hand, didn’t like any of the other kids. They were loud, irritating and only swarming around him because he was ‘cute’, new and apparently had money. After that first day when Fitz saved him from the crowd at lunch, they were glued to the hip. They still fought a lot cause Ziya enjoyed teasing him [he found school rather boring and easy so that was simple enough].
However, as some time passed, Fitz was a bit concerned about Ziya. He’d been living on liquids and supplements instead of food. He couldn’t eat anything anymore and could just handle liquids. So, scared and threatened by Kahnyr’s sudden prodding at his home life, he claimed he loved food and asked if he could cook. Kahnyr said he was learning, his mother teaching him and then suggested for him to come over and have some. Dread filled Ziya, not wanting Fitz to learn about his inability to eat.
However, when that plate was placed down in front of him and seeing Kahnyr already gorging himself and his mother laughing telling him to slow down… Ziya found that food he ate stayed put. “Good right?” Fitz had said, mom full but grinning at Ziya. It nearly had Ziya in tears once more but recalling what he had said before, he held it back and ate for the first time in months. Thus began their shared love of food. Ziya often being used as a guinea pig when Fitz cooked to test out how good or bad it was.
Soon, they were in high school. A new school with a lot of new people who knew nothing about the duo. They were a hit, Ziya especially. He was a tall, handsome guy with money. When around Fitz, he had a pleasant aura, seemingly happy and fun loving that attracted people. However, he only humoured those who tried to get close but kept them distant, blatantly so. Otherwise, he used Kahnyr as a shield. He was a good one, despite him being very cool and incredibly good at sports [joined a lot of sports clubs] but he was a scary guy. People tended to stay away from the duo, especially after seeing Fitz punch Ziya and the guy only laughing it off.
It was in high school that Ziya realized that he was in love with his best friend and refused to let it interfere with their relationship. He hid it, instead quelling his urges by teasing him and even kissing the guy and general sexial innuendos.
They weren’t separating any time soon, two peas in a pod that spent a lot of their time together, even to the point that they’d watched some shit and did some other shit that meant nothing [one sidedly]. It was hard to quell his feelings for his friend so that came to a close quite quickly, especially since it made watching him play sports worse. He liked how hot he was and made sure to keep people [girls] away from him. He completely monopolized Fitz. He even spent most of his time at his house instead of returning home. He was practically a third son to the Fitzs.
However, one night, Fitz’s practices were going on till late so he was told to head out without him since Ziya usually stuck around. On his way home, Ziya was kidnapped by some fuckers who had it out for his father and planned to use him to get whatever from his father.
He was bound and gagged for days and starving since he only could drink the water. He threw up when they tried to feed him food and it wasn’t until one of them began too curious that Ziya snapped. The guy was going to ‘have a little fun’ with him and that shit wasn’t going to happen. When they idiotically untied him, his ability activated and he was able to slip away. He stayed hidden, unsure where he was for a bit but realized it was the slums, underground of the city. Using his ability, he was able to learn a lot of interesting information about people, even able to capture proof.
He returned after he had found out who hired those fuckers and was able to get some nasty dirt on all of them. They were never going to mess with him again. However, what sold this turn in Ziya’s life was when the leader said that he may have stopped them but he wasn’t safe… nor his gay friend.
Ziya returned, Fitz flipping out on him, demanding to know where he was and what happened to him. Lying, saying he had been sick and took a tumble in the bathtub, Ziya acted like nothing happened but from that point on, he didn’t often stick around during Fitz’s practices and sometimes skipped hanging out after school. He claimed about getting a job but he simply involved himself with shady people, gained discriminating information about enemies of his father and ensured his and more importantly, Fitz’s safety. Blackmail, spying and extortion was soon common to Ziya, as easy as breathing. He became an underground info broker that could manipulate all his father’s competitors in any way he saw fit. It made the target on his largers but it meant he had full control over anyone that dared try and cross him. People did crazy shit for money and reputation.
“People are too easy.”
Mod
During that time, to divert Fitz’s suspicions, when they did hang out or when Ziya randomly showed up, he distracted the guy with food. It was the only way he knew how to and it worked rather effectively. Thus began their dine and dash antics. Ziya had told Kahn he was going to leave without paying and that if he didn’t want to be stuck with the huge bill, he better do the same. Without no other choice [since Kahn didn’t have that sort of money] he booked it with Ziya and has been forced to do it numerous times since then. That and theft, stealing from stores. Kahn always felt guilty about it but Ziya assured him that he’d go around and pay them properly. Ziya of course never did, since many of the places that these occurred at were places that he had information to use against. Hence why they got away with it for so long. That and Ziya often used his ability on them to get away without their faces being recorded.
Occasionally it became a competition but soon it was just a common thing to do since they often didn’t have the money but wanted to try all sorts of food. It was a good way to get rid of stress.
Everything was going well. Ziya was living a secret double life but otherwise their routine or relationship didn’t change. Disappointing but he couldn’t ask for more. However, at 16, Fitz’s father got into a car accident and died. Since he was the one bringing in money while Fitz’s mom was a housemom, it required her to get back to work after so many years. It was only her, Fitz and basically Ziya in that house by that time. Fitz’s brother having left for college. However they still needed an income that a job his mother could get wouldn’t be enough. So Fitz dropped out of school and began working fulltime as a mechanic. He had always been good at figuring things out and excelled in shop. Saddening since Ziya knew he loved cooking and had been planning on going further to become a chef.
It also meant that a lot of their time together had been cut short since Ziya still had to finish school. It was as per his agreement. If he broke it now, his father would suspect something and wouldn’t allow him to have any free will. Secluded in that horrible house once again. No one at school approached him. They did at first but he treated them coldly if not ignoring them completely. He didn’t care about it anymore and just counted the minutes until he could get out and head over to the garage that Fitz worked at. He frequented so much that he guys he worked with got used to Ziya hanging around and found the unusual duo entertaining in their antics. They didn’t care as long as Fitz got his job done and they didn’t fuck up the shop.
Once he finished school, a year ahead since he had skipped a grade all those years ago. Thus, it allowed him to do his shady ass job during the day [early morning often as well] and spend the evenings with Fitz. It was rough but it was going well.
That is until, turning 19, the duo were hanging out on a rare day off for Fitz. He worked a lot so his mother wouldn’t have to. However, they spent that day dine and dashing and by the end of the day they stole from a random store. It was something they done irrationally. Ziya usually made sure that it was a shop that they wouldn’t get called on but he was too reckless that day.
The shop owner, a big biker looking guy ran after them and caught the unathletic Ziya. He got a few good punches in at Ziya before Fitz jumped in and beat the shit out of the guy. He was enraged to the point of beating the guy unconscious. Unfortunately, someone nearby had heard the noise and called the cops. By the time Fitz had calmed down, the police was already there.
Knowing it would fuck too much shit up if they were caught, Ziya tried to use his power to get them out of there, telling the ignorant Fitz to trust him. However, it only sent them a one way ticket to Nanba prison instead. Knowing it was no use, he used his contacts to keep this under wraps, knowing his father was working on the same. Told Fitz’s mother that they were going on a trip across the seas and would be back in a few years [told her that it was a surprise culinary scholarship].
Thus, the duo ended up in Nanba prison.
"Why did it have to be you?"
Mod
"I’ve been playing by his rules for as long as I can remember. I have yet to learn how to play the game properly."
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Kahnyr Shea Fitz
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Fitz [Ziya calls him this and he hates it]
│ Aɢᴇ │20
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ March 27th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │&:44
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Aries
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 09
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ Building 6
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 0023
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Male
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Masculine
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Bisexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Girlfriend
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Stressed Out, Haunting, Alphabet Boy, For Him
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Geninne Fitz
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Kalen Fitz
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Hineri FItz
Relation » Older Brother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive"...Okay."
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Dirty Blonde hair, short and a bit spiky.
│ Eʏᴇs │Pastel Blue eyes [basically grey]
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Bit tanned and dirty [influence of being outside and working with grease]
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 5’10”, firm build like a dorito. Muscular but still lean.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Zhan Zheng Xi
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Mole behind his ear [Ziya fucken loves it, finds it hilarious]
"I’m only here because of this fucker."
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│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│Mechanic
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│*Food *Sports *Cooking *Vehicles
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│*Theft *Dine & Dash *Assault
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Kahnyr is one of those stereotypical guys that are incredibly good at sports and not so great at his academics. Strong, quick and impulsive leads to him being an excellent member on an athletic team but lacking in brains. Fortunately, what he lacks, his best friend makes up for and vise versa.
However, Kahn is a guy that doesn’t play well. With an often terrifying or intimidating appearance due to his naturally narrowed eyes makes people avoid him on normal circumstance. He has minimum experience with being around other people and has a hard time expressing his truth emotions, causing him to often lash out violently. The guy is a bundle of energy and misdirected emotion. He’s impatient, moody and incredibly short tempered. It doesn’t help that his best friend likes poking those buttons on purpose causing the aggressive individual to impulsively lash out with his fists. It basically proves his eyes right.
However, Kahn is a rather courageous person, it helps he doesn’t often think first. He instinctively acts and is driven with a protective and passionate personality. He may not admit that he likes people or is able to explain his wants, despite, he is still a determined person with a lot of confidence. It doesn’t mean he isn’t easily flustered, since he is. Ironically naive and tends to take what people tell him as the truth. Trustful guy that really doesn’t have a good sense of self but cares with all his heart. He may punch your face but he’ll be right there if you ever need a friend. He’s a guy that believes that when people are ready, they’ll explain themselves. This is the main reason he has not questioned his best friend’s oddness. He stays ignorant and waits for him to finally confide in him. He may hate being teased so much about everything but he’ll punch the lights out of anyone bothering him.
Otherwise, despite how he normally seems, he is a rather chill and calm individual. Frustrated often but a normal guy. Curious, caring but likes comfortable clothes. He enjoys the physical challenges sports offer him and pushing his limits. He can’t stand being too still or doing nothing. Thus, it makes sense why he works so much now.
Ziya, his best friend. He loves him like any person towards their best friend. They’ve been together since kids and he was there for him when his father died. He claims that Ziya is an annoyance, a clingy burden but he wouldn’t change his presence in his life, even if he has forced him to be a criminal on more than one occasion. He cares for the bastard, if he didn’t he wouldn’t have put up with his shit for all these years. He only sees Ziya as a friend and probably will always. He wishes for the guy’s happiness. He knows that he must have had it rough and [despite hating the fact Ziya seems to think him dull for ‘not’ noticing all his strange behaviours and the fact the guy has issues eating] wishes for the his happiness.
THAT DOESN’T MEAN HE ISN’T PISSED ABOUT BEING IN JAIL! THE FUCKER IS SO GOING TO GET IT ONCE I’M OUT OF THESE CUFFS!
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Ziya
☻ Family
☻ Sports
☻ Working
☻ FOOD
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Money
☹ Rich Pricks
☹ Doing Nothing
☹ Being Teased
☹ Losing
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Strength/Speed
✮ Instincts
✮ Hard Worker
✮ Metabolism
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Impulsive
☆ Temperamental
☆ Violent
☆ Agility
☆ Naivety
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Losing People He Loves
✗ Death
✗ Unable To Protect Ziya
Mod
"Basically sums up our relationship in its entirety."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Kahnyr was born into a rather normal and loving household. His mother was a fluffy ball of love, his father rational and an asshole for an older brother. His father was often busy with work but was there and clearly loved his boys and wife. Whereas his mother was always at home, being a stay at home mom.
Kahnyr was a temperamental kid, often getting into trouble and no one tended to want to get too close to him. He got into fights due to the fact his resting face normally seemed like he was glaring someone to death, even as a kid. However, he did have a few friends and they often played together, some sports, often made up games.
However, when he was seven, that fateful day when he was walking home passing by the park, he saw a small kid he hadn’t seen before. He was going to just keep on walking but when he noticed the cute kid was crying, he decided to investigate. It wasn’t soon later after their first meeting that they were brawling and continued until they passed out exhausted. Kahn will never admit it, but he had a lot of fun and was a bit upset to find that the other kid was gone when he woke up. No matter, he continued on with his life, thinking he’d never see the kid again… until the guy returned to the park.
Wanting to fight Kahnyr again, he wasn’t feeling it, since the kid was rather weak and he would feel bad for hurting him for no reason. However, not soon later, the kid picked a fight with him and they were at it again. This unusual friendship continued but as time passed and the more they saw each other, the less they actually fought and the more they talked. It was very one sided but he told the kid about his family, friends and school. They grew rather close in a short amount of time. He hated how the kid, Ziya, teased him often, calling him names or other sly comments he made that Kahn often didn’t understand but was pissed off about anyway.
However, when Ziya suddenly showed up in his class, despite being a year younger and never attending school [that much he knew] before, it was a shock and Kahn didn’t know how to feel. He felt pissed, angry, pissed but also happy. He viewed Ziya as a friend by this point and clearly Ziya thought the same about him.
Ziya was the friend person he was really close with. Sure he played with the other guys, sports of course, but he wasn’t good at socializing and most people walked on eggshells around him. His temperament had many people staying away from him but Ziya never cared. If anything he liked getting punched. The guy was fucked but Kahn never seemed to care.
Their friendship was confirmed and solidified when they came to a realization. They both loved food. At this time, Kahn had no idea that Ziya hadn’t eaten in weeks and it was the first time he could hold down a meal. Later he’d come to realize this but yet not mention a thing.
Since first inviting him over, the boys were practically attached at the hip. Attached at breaks and after school.
This didn’t change when they both went to the same high school. Sure, Ziya became rather popular due to his looks and money but he still clung to Kahn [much to his annoyance]. Two peas in a pod, spending a lot of time together. Even to the point of boyish curiosity over porn and masturbation. Only a few times but it got weird so they stopped that shit.
While Ziya didn’t seem to be interested in anything, Kahnyr immediately got involved in sports teams, playing all that he could for every season. He was very good at them but was ignorant to the fanbase he got because of it. He never was the type to notice those sorts of things. However, he was very good and was often an ace player. It helped that playing so much helped lessen his anger issues. He was much calmer [except when it came to Ziya. The guy just knew how to push the right buttons].
After some while, Ziya disappeared for days, no call, no warning and Kahn was about himself with worry. He didn’t attend practices and was searching everywhere for him. He didn’t eat and spend little time sleeping. When Ziya finally returned, he demanded what happened only to be brushed off. He knew it was a load of bull but after having visited his house… [something he never told Ziya about]... he kept his mouth shut and decided to just wait for him to tell him.
It wasn’t long after this incident that Ziya forced him to dine and dash for the first time in his life. He had been horrified that he had to do it and was pissed at Ziya for days but unfortunately, it became a regular bonding thing for the duo. As long as they didn’t get caught, Kahn found he didn’t mind so much and loved the food they got to try. He liked cooking and has since he was young. Dreaming to be a chef when he was older so gaining experience like this was great.
However, when Kahn was 17, his father died. A horrible accident that left Kahn and his mother [brother gone to college] without a steady income. Kahn had no time to grieve for his loss.. Not at first. He dropped out of school and took a job at the local machine shop to help his mom pay the bills and have money for food. It was a good thing that he was good at shop at school and picked up the mechanic trade quite quickly.
However, he was wearing himself to the ground. If not for Ziya, he would have broken down completely. Ziya allowed him those moments to accept what happened and to just cry. Being serious for once, no teasing.
Life was good, he still had his friend and his mother was slowly becoming happy again. Sure he wasn’t going to be a chef anymore but there was worse things.
20 years old, him and Ziya were hanging out. It was a rare day off and they were going on a spree. Eating at every place they could and ended with a nice theft at a small store. However, the owner, a guy that looked like he had been a pro boxer, was after them. Before Kahn knew it, Ziya had disappeared and Kahn back tracked to find that the owner had gotten him and was beating him. ENRAGED, Kahn threw himself at the guy and beat him unconscious. His desire to protect his friend left them open to being arrested to the cops.
Ziya tried to get them out of it but Kahn knew it was useless. There was no way they could, they were surrounded. Despite, Ziya still tried but they were arrested anyway and sent to a far away prison for some reason. He was thankful that Ziya lied to his mom about what was going on and had a feeling that father of his would cover this up. He knew that much from meeting him once.
However, they were now in a prison filled with freaks and Kahn was pissed. It was Ziya’s fault for always getting him to steal. However, he also knew he always had the choice to say no.
Nonetheless, the duo are in prison and the only good thing about the place was the fact Ziya told him it was rumoured to have the best food on earth.
"What? Do you have something to say to me?"
.
【 Arron Austen 】
[Nick Name:] Ro
[Meaning of Name:]
Arron: Exalted, high mountain
Austen: Dignity, venerable
[Species:] Human
[Gender:] Male
[Age:] Unknown, but looks to be in his early 20's
[Rank:] Prisoner
↳[Reasoning:] Multiple accounts of theft and illegal gambling.
[Prisoner number:] #1950
[Building:] 6
[Abilities:]
◆ High Pain Tolerance: Arron has a considerably high pain threshold; it takes quite a bit to get him to feel any pain at all, and so he isn't an easy opponent to defeat easily. His pain tolerance, added with his stamina, allows him to withstand getting hit in fights (as that is what he always seems to be in for some unfathomable reason) and drag them out for a while.
◆ Chain Manipulation: Arron is able to manifest chains spontaneously and use them at will. They're normal chains, but they are quite sturdy, and a lot of them at once can keep most people unable to move about freely. Of course, it has its faults; if someone is extremely strong, they may be able to break the chains, since in the end, they are just regular chains and are not made out of special material. They have other uses as well, such as deflecting bullets.
◆ Swordsmanship & Hand-to-Hand combat
[Weapon:] Daggers and pocket knife (occasionally, scissors)
[Theme Song:] N/A
[Birthday:] January 16
[Zodiac Sign:] Capricorn
[Blood type:] AB+
[Sexuality:] Unknown
[Relationship Status:] Single
[Crush:] N/A
[Liked by:] Open
Appearance:
(view spoiler)
[Height:] 5'11
[Weight:] 62 kg
[Build:] Muscular, well-built
[Eyes:] Scarlet red
[Hair:] Maroon red
[Complexion:] Fair
[Markings:] None
[Faceclaim:] Akashi Seijuuro
● Dressing Style:
(view spoiler)
● History:
Arron grew up in a comfortable home for the most part; his father was the head of a fairly large transnational, and hence, they were quite wealthy. Arron had access to almost everything he desired, and really had no struggles materialistically. That is not to say he didn't have any problem growing up, however. Arron was never particularly close to his mother; she took care of him like any ordinary mother would for her child, but they rarely interacted at all. She didn't indulge in conversations with him and rarely the two ever spoke to one another at all. She did care for him, that much Arron knew, but affection wasn't often exchanged between them. Despite this, Arron learned more from his mother than he ever did from anyone else. His mother was a fighter, and taught martial arts to students. Arron would often watch her teaching her students, and memorized whatever moves she had done. He would later try to execute them, and that is how he learned to become such a good fighter himself. It wasn't all due to observation, of course. Sometimes, when Arron was able to overcome his cowardice and approach his mother, she would demonstrate a few techniques for him silently and he would follow her lead. Even his swordsmanship was derived from his mother, from practicing with a sword with her sometimes.
With his father, on the other hand, Arron didn't learn much from him, but he was much closer with him. He mostly got his personality traits from his father; his dad was a prideful man due to his achievements, and didn't fail in passing on his pride to his son. When he wasn't alone, Arron was usually with him, albeit not always at will. The biggest gap in their relationship was the fact that Arron's father wanted and expected Arron to take over the family business when he grew up, while Arron had no desire to do that. He had always loved music, and wanted nothing more than to pursue a career in music.
His parents weren't really aware of this however, because Arron's father always pressured him into taking over the business, and Arron was never able to find the confidence to speak up.
When he turned 18, he was finally able to tell his parents about his dreams, as he had decided to pursue them. His father didn't approve, and his mother didn't support him, so Arron left, determined to still chase what he wanted.
But the path to becoming a music artist was not easy, and Arron found he was making little progress towards his goal. To begin with, he didn't really have the money to start anything; being that his parents hadn't supported him, they hadn't bothered supplying him with resources.
He could've waited of course, till an opportunity presented itself and worked from there, but Arron was impatient and desperate to do something with his life, considering he'd even left behind the path his dad had made for him. He began stealing, pick-pocketing people and then gambling away whatever it was. Due to his overconfident personality, he would often make risky gambles. It wasn't too long before he was caught and brought to Nanba prison. He has managed to keep it a secret from his parents for the most part, fearful of damaging their reputation, but his personality has worsened due to his failed attempts at pursuing a career. He's usually pretty bitter, but he's got a strong head on his shoulders.
● Personality:
Upon first impression, Arron comes off as arrogant, narcissistic, and very sarcastic. He has a sharp tongue and never misses an opportunity to utilize his swift wits and comments, oftentimes without concern for the person whom their directed to. However, while his words are most certainly not kind, he does understand that there are lines that he cannot cross, and though that doesn't mean he won't cross them (it's more likely he will) it does mean he at least considers others to some extent. He's talkative, but he doesn't honestly cause as much harm as one would imagine; he's usually quite moderate in what he says, and if what he says happens to be particularly harsh, he normally sweeps it under the rug by calling it a joke, or does not talk about it any further. Due to this, he frankly comes off as rude to most people, if not all people. He isn't normally taken too seriously, as there is an underlying childish charm to what he says and himself in general. It's hard to tell if he ever really means anything he says, but surprisingly enough, Arron is not a liar. He has a policy to tell only the truth, and if telling the truth isn't the best option, he usually participates in other creative truth-telling methods. He's just sarcastic really. And very bitter.
Arron is aware of his good looks and uses it to get his way. He acts as if it would be exceedingly difficult for anyone to surpass him in terms of looks, but this is actually just a front that he uses to appear over confident and gain others' respect; his opinion on himself is actually quite low.
Similarly, and contrary to appearance, Arron is caring and if he truly loved someone, would do just about anything for them. It's pretty hard to get that close to him however, hence why this fact isn't known by many.
He's very reckless and can act carelessly on occasions, mostly because he tends to take his high tolerance pain threshold for granted, and never seems to care about the consequences that his actions and decisions will bring about.
[Family: ]
↳ Mother; https://i.pinimg.com/736x/51/16/e5/51...
↳ Father; https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/v...
[Pets:] None
[Friends:] Open
[Rivals:] None
[Enemies:] N/A
Likes:
~ Bothering/teasing others
~ Compliments
~ Training
~ Winning
~ Most animals
~ Food
~ Music
Dislikes:
➛ Himself
➛ Cats
➛ Losing
➛ Suits
➛ Prison uniform
➛ Most guards
➛ Expectations
Weakness/fears:
- Over confident and often jumps in harm's way without a second thought
- If he cares for someone, he will dedicate everything to them without restraint
Strengths:
▸ Swordsmanship
▸ Hand to hand combat
▸ Music
Secrets & Facts:
▷ He's actually quite caring, and would willingly disregard himself for someone he cared about
▷ If he truly cares for someone, he will not abandon them and will stick by their side
▷ He doesn't hold as high an opinion of himself as he puts on
▷ He is surprisingly good with animals, with the exception of cats, which he does not get along with in the least.
▷ He can play a few musical instruments, like the piano or violin.
Flaws:
◇ Reckless
◇ Over confident
◇ Arrogant
◇ Narcissistic
◇ Rude
Virtues:
◆ Selfless
◆ Brave (Fearless)
◆ Loyal
◆ Caring
◆ Truthful
[Other:]
.
【 Wren Oliver Sasha 】
"I think everyone is fine just the way they are. I trust them like that."
[Nick Name:] Renée (Pronounced Ren-ne or Ren-ay) & Wynn
[Meaning of Name:]
Wren: Rule
Oliver: Olive Tree
Sasha: Defender
[Species:] Human
[Gender:] Male
[Age:] 6
[Rank:] Prisoner
↳[Reasoning:] Vandalism and Murder (Both of which are false)
[Prisoner number:] #1827
[Building:] 1
[Abilities:]
◆ Cell Regeneration (aka healing): Wren's ability is quite literally what it sounds like; he can regenerate cells, and therefore, he can heal people. If someone happens to be injured, he can regrow new cells, or in most cases, new tissues to replace lost or injured ones and heal the wounds. His ability spans quite a large range, as he can heal from tiny paper cuts up until reattaching lost limbs and closing fatal wounds. In other cases, he can also fix broken bones, raise one's vitality, and remove poisons (though as of yet, that is the area he is least experienced in). He can return people to their optimal health if their health is depending mostly on their physical condition.
Of course, his ability still has its limits, as with all abilities. While he can reattach lost body parts, that is only if said part exists; he cannot create an entirely new bodily part, and that extends to if an internal organ is severely damaged as well. He also does not yet know how to heal nerve damage, and though he can heal minor nerve injuries, he isn't experienced enough yet to go beyond that. Actually, Wren's biggest limitation is his general lack of experience, both due to his age and his lack of presence in medical procedures. He never really needed to heal people in his life, so he can make many mistakes. He knows how to use his ability, but it is nowhere near perfected.
[Weapon:] None
[Theme Song:] N/A
[Birthday:] March 9
[Zodiac Sign:] Pisces
[Blood type:] A
[Sexuality:] ---
[Relationship Status:] ---
[Crush:] Everyone.
[Liked by:] ---
Appearance:
(view spoiler)
[Height:] 4'1
[Weight:] 20 kg
[Build:] Thin and quite small.
[Eyes:] Dark Blue
[Hair:] Black
[Complexion:] Fair
[Markings:] None
[Faceclaim:] Yuzuru Nishimiya
● Dressing Style:
(view spoiler)
Hoodie & shorts, as shown in above pictures.
● History:
Wren grew up pretty normally and happily for majority of his life; he had kind and affectionate parents that cared for him and showered him with loving attention. He had no other siblings, but he never felt lonely thanks to his parents. As he was still too young for school at the time, Wren rarely had the opportunity to spend time with other people besides close family, and so majority of his person is influenced entirely by his parents. He lived a pretty sheltered life; he would go out at times on little trips with his father and sometimes his mother would tag along, but most of his time was spent in the house, hence why he's so unaware of the real world. That, and well, he's a child, so he does not quite possess the ability to realize that the world is pretty vast, and not as happy and good as he may imagine.
When he was 5, his father gave him an old camera that belonged to him that didn't work any more, mostly for the purpose of letting Wren have it as a toy. But Wren, being the utterly curious child that he was, was determined to get it fixed so that he could attempt using it.
At the time, Wren was friends with an "older brother" whom was the son of his babysitter (who would come watch over him sometimes when Wren's parents were gone). He was an older boy in high school, and as he never gave Wren his name, Wren referred to him as an "older brother" because he figured it was the most respectful way. Anyhow, said boy fixed the camera for Wren one day when he showed it to him, and from there, Wren had him teach him how to use it. He became quite attached to the camera, to the point that he carried it nearly everywhere.
On, another note, Wren's older friend was known for vandalizing. Since Wren liked hanging around with him (since he taught him things) , he would often follow him around, even when the boy would go about vandalizing various store fronts, garages, etc. Wren saw nothing wrong with it at the time, he basically saw it as a form of art.
Since Wren was around during these events, whenever they were spotted by owners and the like, it was normally Wren who would be caught and accused for the vandalism. But as he was only a child, he was usually let off with a scolding or in worst cases, a fine that his parents paid.
One day however, the "older brother" was caught instead of Wren, by a store owner who happened to be passing by when the boy was spray painting graffiti on to the walls of his store. The owner was quite angry with him, and did not plan to give him any leeway. This maddened the boy, who believed he ought to be forgiven due to only being in high school, and in a furious rage, he ended up violently hitting the owner over the head with a cigarette holder, sadly with enough force to kill him. Scared of the consequences that would come about due to his actions, the boy turned to Wren (who as per usual, was following him around) and after some tampering with the crime scene, managed to pin the evidence on Wren, even going as far as to destroy his camera just in case.
Wren wasn't really able to defend himself whilst being questioned, because he had no evidence to support his claims, so naturally he was admitted into Nanba. So far, he has only been there a few days, and while he doesn't quite blend in with the rest of the prisoners, he surprisingly does not dislike the place at all, but instead has taken it as an opportunity to make some friends. His parents visit him often, and Wren's father even bought him a brand new camera, which Wren wears around his neck constantly.
● Personality:
Upon first impression, Wren comes off as a very sweet and kind little boy with a curious but naive characterization. He is very accepting and never feels the need to judge people, regardless of what they have done, and the caliber of their actions. He is forgiving enough that he can look past most bad deeds, however if one has done something he deems exceedingly bad, he will not easily forgive them until they have fixed what they've done wrong and apologized.
He is remarkably innocent, to the point that he views all the world as good, and is utterly unaware of the bad in the world. He is gullible, trusting everybody and assuming everyone starts off with telling the truth. That does not mean he is oblivious to people's lies, as he can surprisingly pick up on some lies sometimes, but he tends to dull that perceptiveness with his blind trust of people and naivety.
He's a pretty curious boy as well; he often asks people many questions, and typically enjoys learning new things. He especially likes meeting new people and learning about them, be it through hearing their stories or simply chatter. He doesn't know all that much, so most things -with the exception of things he considers boring- are quite fascinating to him.
Wren is also quite cheerful, outgoing and friendly; he has next to no problems conversing with other people, even total strangers, and often feels he can befriend just about anyone (and up until now, he has). He is very optimistic in his perspectives of others; it is nearly impossible for anyone to leave a bad impression on him upon first meeting. He does not usually hate people either, due to his overly accepting nature, but it is possible if he thinks someone is horrible and has little to no goodness in them (though he has never met anyone with such a description).
Lastly, one of Wren's most prominent traits, and the sole reason why he is usually so likable and easy to get along with, is his complete honesty in all that he says and does. He is utterly genuine; there is not a lie in his face, actions, or words, and it is not difficult to see that. In fact, Wren probably isn't even capable of lying, as he thinks that is a bad thing and would generally not think to do it. When he is curious about something, he truly does want to know (which can sometimes make refusing him a little difficult), and when he thinks or say something, he truly means every word.
He's got a lot of flaws naturally, but on the bright side, a multitude of virtues as well.
[Family: ]
↳ Mother; https://myanimelist.cdn-dena.com/imag...
↳ Father; http://static.zerochan.net/Emiya.Kiri...
[Pets:] None
[Friends:] Open
[Rivals:] N/A
[Enemies:] N/A
Likes:
~ Nice people
~ Attention
~ Animals
~ Toys and games
~ Nature
~ Pretty or cute things
~ Photography
Dislikes:
➛ Mean people
➛ Violence
➛ Horror/scary things
Weakness/fears:
- Horror, or anything scary really like ghosts, zombies, etc
- People, or anything really, getting hurt
- Losing the people he cares about
- Inability to harm others in any way
Strengths:
▸ Cheering people up
▸ Being positive/Brightening the mood
▸ Healing people
▸ Taking pictures/videos
Secrets & Facts:
▷ Being that he realizes the risk of his camera being vandalized in his building, he always wears it around his neck protectively
▷ He hasn't quite realized why he's in Nanba yet or even the situation he's in, though he has accepted Nanba and does not complain unless he misses his parents (which doesn't happen too often, as he does spend time with new friends that he makes and doesn't feel very lonely with them)
▷ The reason he likes photography so much is because, despite his age, he believes that life is fleeting and temporary, so he tries to capture as many moments as he can in his camera for the future, and so he will not forget
Flaws:
◇ Naive
◇ Gullible
◇ Gives more than he takes
◇ Oblivious
◇ Unaware
Virtues:
◆ Kind
◆ Innocent
◆ Sweet
◆ Honest
◆ Genuine
◆ Accepting
◆ Caring
◆ Attentive
[Other:]
Hate is the Name I Gave Myself; Prisoner
[Identity]
{Full Name/Nickname(s):}
• Kurai "Hate" Yasha
• Meaning—Kurai, dark; Hate, limit/extremity; Yasha, demon; Hebi, snake
• Hate [Pronounced HAH-tay]; Hebi; Experiment 40611
{Prison Number/Block/Mental Stability:}
• 11083
• Block 6 [Possibility of Transfer to 13]]
• Unstable [Can be Helped]
{Age:}
• 9
{Gender:}
• Male
{Date of Birth:}
• November 1st
{Zodiac Sign:}
• Scorpio
{Blood type:}
• AB
{Sexuality:}
• Undiscovered [Homosexual]
{Crush:}
• N/A
{Relationships/Relationship Status:}
• HE IS A BABY
[Appearance:]
(view spoiler)
{Hair:}
• His unkempt, ragged hair is a mousy, greasy brown, in it's current state; once it is washed, hints of amber can be seen in his naturally fluffy, wavy brown hair; it spikes out unevenly around his scarred face, long enough to fall into, and cast shadows over his eyes
{Eyes:}
• His eyes are an eerie, bright yellow; they glow out of the shadows cast around the top half of his face due to his hair, and stand out from the grayness of his skin, and the dark, bruise-like marks under them; they match the shade of gold that his shadow-snakes possess
{Height:}
• 4'4 ft
{Weight:}
• Around 30 lbs [Underweight]
{Skin Tone:}
• Ghostly pale, almost gray; Dead-looking
{Clothing Style:}
• An over-sized, dirty gray shirt and shorts; whatever the prison decides to give him
{Scarring or Markings:}
• Excessive scarring; he has three specific, dot-looking scars under his right eye, and one unhealed scratch on his left cheek; around both of his eyes are shadow-like smudges that unfortunately seem permanent; he has a branding mark on his left side
[Personality]
{Description:}
• QUIET/CREEPY/STAND-OFFISH/UNFEELING/COLD
[first impression/what someone could notice from just seeing him]
AGGRESSIVE/VIOLENT/CALCULATING/CYNICAL/MURDEROUS
[second impression/that seen by those who get too close]
INTELLIGENT/CURIOUS/OBSERVANT/RESOURCEFUL/SOCIALLY-AWKWARD
[third impression/that seen by those who somehow manage to befriend him]
ANXIOUS/DEPENDENT/AFFECTIONATE/LOYAL/INNOCENT/KIND
[hidden self/that seen by little-to-no one/very personal]
{Deadly Secrets and Things to Know:}
• He has an extreme case of bipolar disorder [the triggers are unknown until he becomes aggressive; otherwise, he is passive]
• He is incredibly intelligent and does not tolerate condescension
• When he is angered, he becomes incredibly dangerous [please try to keep him either calm, or restrained at all times]
• He suffers from insomnia [it is extreme and is often paired with aggression; keep him cuffed during the night]
• He has three snake shadow-demons that cling to him [they will act of their own free will unless he commands them otherwise; be careful]
{Likes/Favorite Things:}
• Positive attention [this includes praise, once he has gotten used to the person praising him]
• Warm food [he has yet to have a warm meal]
• Physical affection [he does not yet know this, but once he has gotten used to a person, physical affection is the best route]
• Learning [he is always absorbing information]
• His three snake demons [Seba, Naiya, & Mako]
• Kuzu Nezumi [he was like an older brother to him in the facility where he was kept]
• Sweets [he does not know this yet ;D]
{Dislikes/Fears:}
• Loud noises [he's quite skittish]
• Bright lights [he has sensitive eyes]
• Being cornered [will indefinitely result in aggression]
• Being touched [when he is not comfortable with the person; has yet to discover this]
• Being alone [he craves affection; has yet to discover this]
• Social-anything [he has extreme anxiety and cannot handle being in a room with more than three people, at most]
• Needles [he will at first become aggressive, and then will likely have a panic attack]
{Interesting Facts:}
• Unlike many of the other experiments, he kept his natural ability, and then some
• Under all of that aggression and resting-bitch-face is a pure, innocent little boy who needs love
• He has intense cases of bipolar disorder, anxiety, and insomnia
• His favorite color is pink
{Ability:}
• Shadow-Caller: While the title would suggest a shadow-manipulation ability, this couldn't be farther from the truth. Hate has the power to call upon demons. Or rather, they have the ability to attach themselves to him. Three seemingly-harmless demons have already done so. He is able to attract demons somehow, whether through his scent, or through some unnameable power. His body is simply easy for demons to attach to. He is a natural-born contractor. There are also other abilities he may now possess due to the experiments performed on him. Please be careful for any signs of the following:
~Paralysis [the ability to paralyze someone by making eye-contact]
~Control [the ability to control someone's physical body after making eye-contact]
~Influence [the ability to influence another's thoughts by putting words into their brain after making eye-contact]
Of course, there are far more, unnamed ones to look out for. This prisoner is to be handled with the utmost caution. Keep a blindfold and handcuffs on him at all times, when he is being handled.
{Crime(s):}
• Attempted escape from a top-secret government facility, voluntary manslaughter
{History:}
• Hate came into being as the child of a young girl caught in the world of sex-trafficking and one of her 'clients', though which one is uncertain as there were many. She was only fifteen when she found out what she was pregnant. Despite not wanting a child at all, much less with a nameless, faceless man she cared not for and was forced into having sex with, over the course of her pregnancy, she came to care for the baby in her womb. It was a strange affection she felt come over her. Her life had been terrible before being dragged into sex-trafficking, and afterward, her life became a living hell. The baby growing inside of her was a product of all of her mistakes and all of the horrible things that strangers and friends alike had done to her. Yet somehow, over the months, she grew to love the child in her.
As her due date neared, her confusion over why they allowed her to carry the baby in the first place slipped from her concern. Then, the fateful day came. At 12:01 A.M., November 1st, the night after a wicked Halloween, she gave birth to the child she had been hiding in her body for the previous nine months. She yearned to hold her creation, to cradle it against her chest and hug it close. However, before they even told her it's gender, the baby was taken from the doctor who pulled it out of her and taken, screaming, out of the room, umbilical cord still attached. The baby, a boy premature by a week, was placed into the arms of a woman in a pristine lab coat for the exchange of a suitcase full of cash.
He is taken to a top-secret government facility where he is 'nurtured' and stuffed with chemicals until he reaches three. The boy, named Kurai, is intelligent beyond his years and has quickly become one of the most successful experiments in the building. As such, he is moved into a special room where only the best of the best are kept. His crate, small like most of the others, is placed next to the largest one in the room. In said crate is Kuzu Nezumi. The boy, 12 at the time, is already well-known in the facility for having the most outstanding results in any and every test thrown at him. Hate, despite only being the physical age of three, has risen up to be one of the most successful experiments, but even he can feel himself wearing down. His tests start to show this.
One night, Hate, the age of five, is laying in his crate, his breathing harsh, low. He is shivering, but sweating at the same time. And then a hand reaches through the bars of his cage. Slender, trembling fingers smooth his hair affectionately. When he looks up, through the haze of his vision, Hate's golden eyes catch those of Kuzu. So...like his own. The boy, now fourteen, smiled warmly at him, despite the suffering on his own face. Hate miraculously survived the night, and lived to see many others. He grew closer to Kuzu, came to think of him as an older brother of sorts. The two would curl up to the bars, as close to each other as they could get, and hold hands in their sleep, or pet one another's hair when the chemicals became too much. The pain was excruciating, and at times unbearable, but because Kuzu was there to comfort him, Hate held on. The teen became his lifeline, his only anchor to hope. And then that anchor was taken from him.
One night, a new doctor crept into the room where Hate and Kuzu were kept among several others. Despite the fact that others, Hate included, were suffering just feet from Kuzu, the young intern opened Kuzu's crate alone. Hate could do nothing other than reach through the bars of his cage after his 'brother'. He was angry. The only thing that meant anything to him was stolen away, taken by a man who knew little to nothing about Kuzu. For a year, Hate waited. For a year he watched that male doctor, watched as his eyes glossed over, as his mysterious scratches and bruises grew. And then, when the time was right, he attacked. Snakes of shadow slithered around the man's legs, tripping him to the floor and giving Hate just enough time to close his little hands around his throat. Hate was violent, and boy did he make a mess. Despite having only grown increasingly intelligent over the years, he was still young, and he made a mistake when killing that man. He took too long.
The boy was caught quickly, beaten for his attempt at escape, and then sentenced for murdering one of the scientists. It hasn't been but a day since Hate has been admitted to Nanba Prison. He may be young, but the child, who now calls himself Hate and answers only to that name, is far more intelligent than he may let on. Let's just hope he places nice. Good luck handling experiment 40611.
{Theme Song(s):}
• Your Colors Melting Into Darkness
Mod
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Seraphina Noire Saiko Talon
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Little Red Wolf
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Noire, Ina, Saiko
│ Aɢᴇ │ 8
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ July 3rd
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Cancer
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ Block 1
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 0014
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Asexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Crush Open
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ N/A
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Aishite Aishite Aishite
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
Unknown
(view spoiler)
"I’m sorry. They told me to do it and I really want to stay with them. You’ll have to die for me now, thanks."
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Long Dark Brown
│ Eʏᴇs │Chocolate Brown
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Youthful GLow
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 4’1”. She’s a kid.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Mikasa Ackerman
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
The Red Scarf- given to her by the guy who looked after her [kidnapped her]. He gave her the last name Talon.
"I can make things turn to sharp and loud things. If I do it, I get hugs."
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │Anyone Who Will Give Her Love
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│Mercenary
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│*Cooking *Throwing Knives *Dressing Up *Reading *
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Tracer: Tracer is an unusual name for her ability but nonetheless. This little girl is so good at killing with no trace of herself due to this ability. She is able to grab any handheld object, anything she can pick up and wield and cause the object to change into a deadly weapon or shield. I mean this quite literally. As long as she knows what a weapon looks like and how it works, she can pick up something like a tack and it will become a huge sword that she can swing around with ease [since it is only the weight of a tack]. She cannot morph objects into more than what she is holding. Like, two daggers out of one pen is impossible and the same goes for a bow and arrow. The amount of weapon she has needs to be equivalent to what objects she picks up.
If this ability isn’t dangerous enough, being able to take things that would not be missed to use as a weapon and thus leaving no weapon to be found [to match forensics] but she does have the ability to create weapons from her imagination as well. Nothing out of the bounds of science, it cannot break physics [unless the concept exists but just does not acknowledged yet].
Fortunately, her ability has its drawbacks. Once out of her hand [or touching her] for longer than 30 secs then it will return to the object it once was. A benefit if you disarm her and prevent her from grabbing anything else but a disadvantage if you are trying to use her weapon against her.
Untraceable: Not an ability but due to her initiation into the group that kidnapped her. Her fingerprints were burned off and her DNA was erased from any files. She is deceased, doesn’t exist, no way to trace her.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│*Manslaughter *Theft *Kidnapping *Breaking & Entering *Obstruction of Justice *Possession *Assassination/Terrorist
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
DO NOT BE FOOLED.
She may appear to be like any normal, traumatized but sweet little girl. Sweet and unable to hurt and just craving affectionate and love. Wishing to be loved and taken care of, clumsy and eager to please.
However, she had been labeled as a sociopath; someone who display antisocial behavior which is mainly characterized by lack of empathy towards others, coupled with displays of abnormal moral conduct and an inability to conform with the norms of society. She has killed, will kill and likes to kill- not to mention torture and manipulate those around her to achieve her goals. She knows she is not normal, that people aren’t like her and she effectively hides much of it well, pretending to be like everyone else. Conforming in appearance. Acting purposely sweet and adorable so people will like her and want her. She wants to be wanted and loved.
Once you get past how ‘sympathetic’, emotional, insecure and persusaive she is, the fabric is easily unwound. Her desire to have a parental figure or someone who cares about her is extreme. One moment, she will be a sweet and highly imaginative girl who wants to play dress up to a girl who is hostile. Rejection is something she reacts horribly with, any hint of abandonment and she will become moody, pessimistic, and cruel. Doing anything she can to keep them with her. However, she is also very suspicious of people, learning that people aren’t always who they say they are but once they gain her trust, she will stay loyal until she is betrayed [often a few times betrayed for this to work] but grows increasingly dangerous as time passes.
Stay on her good side, spoil her and teach her how to be good and she will be. Betray her, she will kill you… or tell her to kill for you and she will if that means you won’t leave her.
Note: Do not allow her to interact with dangerous criminals. Absolutely no negative influences.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Cooking
☻ Dressing Up
☻ Affection
☻ Killing
☻ Love And Attention
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Negligence
☹ Being Ignored
☹ Being Alone
☹ Liars
☹ Bad Smells
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Agility
✮ Speed
✮ Ability
✮ Lack Of Moral Responsibility
✮ Manipulator
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Small/ Strength
☆ Restraints
☆ Cages
☆ Affection
☆ Gifts
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Abandonment
Mod
"I just wanted to be loved. Why did they leave me? What did I do wrong? Was I not good enough? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
After a year after her birth, this little girl was kidnapped by a branch of an underground [low level] organization in order to get her sleeze ball parents to pay a hefty ransom to get her return. However, they underestimated how dirty and revolting these guys truly were. They abandoned their year old daughter to these criminals and the news spread that their baby died from an unfortunate illness and that was that. They had no need of her and didn’t look back.
However, this left them with a little baby girl who was of no use to them. They didn’t get the news that they weren’t going to pay up until some weeks had passed, during the time, the crew was forced to learn how to take proper care of the baby. By the time they came to realize they needed to make a hard decision, they had already named the kid. Each one of the group coming up with a portion of her name since they didn’t actually know her actual name and saying that baby got really old.
They couldn’t kill her, not after getting so emotionally involved, so they had to take her to the main part of their organization, to relate the news and receive their punishment. The higher ups which was really only a group of three people decided to kill the baby off, not wanting to waste resources on it. They gave it to the lesser guy of the three to dispose of but instead of killing her off, he decided it would be more fun to see if he could do a little bit of an experiment on the kid to see if she could grow up to be an asset to them with unwavering loyalty.
Thus, he hid her away, looking after her until she was three. He taught her how to talk and read, a bit of writing but mainly he taught her some basic self-defense, how to lie and how to use guns and knives. Small things like that since he couldn’t expect her to grasp any big things and played it all off as a game which she loved. When the organization finally found out she was alive, they immediately intervened and took her away from the man.
He willingly gave her up but suggested to the organization to maybe use her. It’s hard to look at a child like her and believe that she was capable of murder or violence to that degree. It would open a lot of new doors. Originally, after killing him off for betrayal, they considered his idea and decided there was no real harm in following it through. She was only a little girl, they could kill her off if they really needed to.
From there on, she was raised to kill and obey their every word. As most kids, she didn’t at first, she wanted the man back and was a spoiled little brat who was a troublemaker. Shouting at her or beating her only made it worse or had her in tears. It was looking useless. That is until someone figured out that if they taught her she’d get praise and affection- food and the such- if she did what they told her to, that’d she’d learn to do it [if not, she could die for all they care].
She was worked and trained and by the age of four, she was stealing and even killed someone. She was instructed to rob a bank, which wasn’t going well since people took it as a joke, so she stabbed a guy like the boss told her to [the guy was really surprised to die by the hands of a young girl] and they finally complied. It was only because she was smiling when she killed the guy, telling him goodnight before he died.
She was continued to be raised in such a messed up situation where she needed to kill in order to live. More important, the little girl wanted love and affection that was only given to her when she did a good job following their orders. She went out of her way to get a simple smile or someone to rub her head. Due to this need, she did what any little girl would do, she desperately did everything those people told her to do and tried to be perfect.
Four years, during them it only escalated. Her crimes got more intense, she got more skilled only because she was terrified of being abandoned and scorned. She didn’t want them to ignore her. She took everything literally, she was just a child, she didn’t understand what she was doing was bad.
Thus, when the police finally tracked their group down from an inside source feeding them information and captured the vast majority of them. However, when they came to the room that housed Noire, they hesitated, unsure what to make of her since she clearly wasn’t restrained and was living well. It didn’t help that this hesitation allowed the higher ups to escape, their purpose of instructing her to keep them distracted. That inside source was never made known about Noire, she was top level confidentiality. When taking her to the station, they couldn’t find anything about her. She didn’t come up in the system and couldn’t place her with dental. She was untraceable.
She wasn’t going to be tried, since she was a child and clearly didn’t know any better. Sure, sent to someplace that would ensure she got the care she needed but there was nothing linking her to killing people at the time. She was well taught. However, when one of the criminals that knew her passed by the office she was sitting in, seeking anyway to get out of this mess, he told her to kill them and he’d get her out of there and they could live well. Clearly lying but this temptation had her getting up, grabbing a pencil and killing the officer that was watching her without hesitation, before he could even properly react.
She took out a couple of officers, mainly just injuring them until they took her down and got her into a cell. She was officially a cop killer and with her ability, there was no way she could be allowed to live as a proper person. Seeking assistance, Nanba intervened and took her in with the promise of trying to rehabilitate her so many after sentence she may be able to live properly in society.
She’s currently being transferred into Block 1.
"Everything’s gone cold. Please don’t leave me behind."
Mod
"My only desire is something so close and yet… untouchable."
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Cher Omya Umeko
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Craver
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Cher, Mya, Meko
│ Aɢᴇ │ 44
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ March 11th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │7:25pm
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Pisces
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 7
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ﹕│ 0109
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Heterosexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Married
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Circles
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Carys Umeko
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
Name Unknown
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Unknown
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │She views all those she grew up with at the orphanage as her siblings but she has no blood related siblings.
│Other │
Name Shihainin Azrael Daan
Relation » Partnership [mutually beneficial] |◦ 27 » ◦| Status » Alive
"I am not a broken doll that needs to be repaired. I have wounds but I can get up and will continue to do so until I achieve my revenge."
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Long Black Hair [Usually Done Up In A Bun]
│ Eʏᴇs │ Black Eyes
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ A bit tanned but still pale and her skin well maintained.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
5’6”, no trace of fat, all muscle. Lean but isn’t overly cuvry, just slight feminine curves.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ **
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Calloused hands, spacers in ears, red makeup underneath her eyes. Traditional styled clothing and makeup.
"I have been given a gift in exchange for my fertility."
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │Her Children
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│Teacher
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│*Writing Poems *Sculpting *Teaching
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Breath Of Life: This ability allows her to breathe life into anything she creates. It does have to be something she has used her own two hands to build, paint, crave etc otherwise it doesn’t work. However, without implanting people’s organs [sometimes fake organs] they will simply be mindless drones with no soul. She can breathe life into them but that does not mean they have a soul. Aside from these pieces, if she does not create the piece herself, it will simply stay inanimate.
Each of her creations become her companion, her children. Each listening to her and doing what she says, loyal only to her, with or without a soul. Those with a soul develop their own interests and desires but the obsessive love that is etched into their creation keeps them attached to their mother.
If these objects are destroyed [burned, dismembered etc] then they lose their life. However, they will remain alive if there is still a chance to fix them. Normal hand-to-hand combat isn’t effective on them [unless you hit hard enough to shatter the material] nor knives, swords, guns. They only create holes. Even with those containing organs. Difficult to defeat but they tend to look like children- thus do not have much experience in fighting, fortunately.
Telekinesis: She has a low-level telekinesis which allows her to levitate herself and to move things that are around her weight. She mainly uses it to grab tools she needs to create her children.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│*Various Charges {Due To Her ‘Children’} *Illegally Purchasing Organs *Negligence *Contribution To Delinquency
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Meko, despite her obsessive and depressive incline by the time she is admitted into Nanba prison, this is only a slight trait to her personality. Stepping away from those intense traits created by mental trauma. Meko is an artistically driven woman, she loves art and it is a passion as much as it is an escape and coping mechanism. She has a skill in various art mediums but her specialty is in sculpting and often speech. Unlike what you may suspect from someone who is depressive to the point of obsession over clay dolls with ‘souls’, she has quite the smooth tongue. She can be poetic with her words and in addition to being rather intelligent, she is wise. Hardships tend to bring out some astonishing traits in some people. She’s shockingly cool-headed, someone that is intensely passive aggressive who rarely sways from her calm and soothing presence she portrays overall. She is riddled with sorrow from grief due to all the loss in her life and belief in the people and government in this world doing wrong by her, she is still a kind and compassionate woman. She looks out for kids and does genuinely view them as unable to do any wrong. Sure they’ll make mistakes and need to experience the consequences for them but not to the point of suffering for years because of it. They’re just kids.
However, at this point in her life, she is a hermit. Sticking to staying cooped up alone with her ‘dolls’ or teaching/babysitting the few kids stuck in the prison. She doesn’t do much else nor has any desire to unless it has to do with her revenge. Just like her art, she is passionate, though passively, about her desire for vengeance against the atrocity that befell her children. She dislikes guards and other public authority figures with deep ties with [and controlled by] the government. With this new goal in mind, she had been able to begin safely transitioning from her obsessive need to create children in exchange for the strategic planning on ruining society as its base. Thus, allowing her some breathing room and a little time to properly grief and grow. However, a lot of therapy sessions as still a much in her future to deal with it all. As long as you don’t harm any children, hers or otherwise, you should be fine. If not, please be warned, pens going at a fast enough speed can penetrate the skull and skewer the brain.
Extra:
Two of her children [she has a few other creations but these two have souls]
(view spoiler)
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Art
☻ Children/ Animals
☻ Kids
☻ Cup Noodles
☻ Teaching
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Government
☹ Police/Nanba Guards
☹ Authorities
☹ Unfairness
☹ Child Abuse
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Abilities
✮ Sculpting
✮ Intelligence
✮ Persuasive
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Strength
☆ Speed/Agility
☆ Telekinesis Is Low Level
☆ Depressed
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Never Having Children
✗ Never Avenging Her Kids
✗ Abuse
✗ Fire
Mod
"The things I create have voices and thoughts of their own. They are human beings too. They just need the chance."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Meko was born and raised in an orphanage. However, she wasn’t an orphan. Her mother was the caretaker of the orphanage for the state and they resided there after an incident occurred with Meko’s mother.
Meko loved living in an orphanage as a child. It was like growing up with a bunch of siblings and she was very close to a lot of the kids there. It was never a dull day, they looked after each other. It was supportive and joy filled place. Even if the funding was poor, much of the house was falling apart [insignificant parts] but they all got by and the kids helped out as much as they could because frankly, the place was heaven compared to many places some of the kids have been to. It helped that Meko’s mother was a saint and loved all the kids like her own.
There wasn’t a day Meko was ever alone which may seem like hell to some but to her it was amazing. She loved looking after the younger kids and hanging out, learning from the older ones who often helped with homework. It was very sad when kids left but Meko was happy they were adopted and found someplace nice to live. She would miss but remember them forever. Kids came and went but many stuck around and the longer they stuck around, the closer they all became.
Meko realized at quite a young age that she wanted to become a teacher. She loved kids and wanting nothing more than to make a living looking after and teaching them. She wanted to raise the new generation some day like her mother did and shape their minds. It was her goal and ambition, as well as to hopefully succeed the orphanage, own it so she could take in whoever needed somewhere to stay without being restricted overly so by the government.
She finished public education quite well. She excelled in a few courses, including english and visual arts. Unfortunately, entering college at 19, her mother passed away from a sudden heart attack. She had overworked herself and it happened all of a sudden while the kids were at school. The only upside was she wasn’t caring for any infants during that time.
However, since she was the sole caretaker of the place, the state took back their claim on the orphanage and it was shut down with barely much thought. Meko didn’t understand their reasoning but could do nothing as all the kids were sent off to other foster families and orphanages, separating her family from her forever.
With no way to contact any of them or to check on them, Meko threw herself into her education and escaped into her art. She lost everything in one fail swoop and had no one by her side to comfort her or be there for her while she mourned. She finished teacher’s college as soon as she could, having adjusted to her isolation but also was able to make friends and get herself a promising job opportunity since she had been co-oping at a primary public school. It was when she settled into her new place and in her new job that she managed to finally convince the state to allow her to check on her siblings to make sure they were all fine. Some she met up with personally again but many she was not able to know about for some reason and many she confirmed they were fine but could not see them.
Meko was 24 when she officially became a kindergarten school teacher and had achieved the dream she had since she was a child. It was here when she met her future husband during a district meeting. They were both teachers and due to their similar field, interests and love for children and desire to have as many as they can, the two became very close. Time passed, Meko loved her job and had a growing romance until she eventually got married and he moved into her place. She loved him dearly and they both wanted to have kids as soon as they could.
They tried for years before they went to the doctor to see what could possibly be wrong. After a few tests, they were met with devastating news. Meko was infertile, unable to have children due to a problem with her ovulating properly. She was 32 when she discovered this and it was the beginning to a long mess of troubles.
After they had learned this tragic news, Meko fell into a depression that was more severe than when she had lost everything after high school. With her growing depression at the fact she could never have children and the fact that her husband also wanted kids more than anything but she couldn’t do that for him. Distance grew between them, her depression and condition weighing down heavily on them both. They quickly fell out of love and with each passing day her depression worsened until finally at 33 her husband filed the divorce which she signed.
It went downhill from there, after getting divorced, she took a break from school, isolating herself in her room and didn’t leave for weeks [only getting delivery from restaurants and grocers]. She had no way to cope with this horrible loss. She always believed she’d be able to have kids and build a big family almost like she had at the orphanage growing up. She eventually threw herself into art, seeking some sanity and distraction from her pain. She began craving specifically, craving unique and detailed. She threw herself into her art with no other outlet for her.
One of her craving, a small animal she had craved during that time. She woke up to chirping and something fluttering by and opened her eyes to see that small bird she had craved flying around the room, mindlessly chirping. Suddenly, something sparked the grey scaled woman and she was overcome with the desire to create her own child. If what she made could come to life then maybe someone out there had given her this ability so she could have a child when her body could not produce one.
She became consumed, obsessed with trying to figure out how to use her power and what she had to do to get it to work. Numerous trial and errors that eventually almost had her giving up but she pushed forward. She was 34 when the school had enough and fired her from her job, unable to excuse the on mental leave any longer. They needed to fill the position fully and not have substitutes. She didn’t care. She. Did. Not. Care. Nothing mattered to her anymore, nothing but having her own child.
After perfecting her ability and learning how to grasp it fully, she began craving her children. However, even if they came to life, they were just mindless dolls. She was devastated, unsure what to do now. How could she bring personality, a soul to such an object. Why couldn’t she have children?!
Sinking further, she spent a lot of time frozen, laying in her bed unable to move. It took some time for her to try one last time. Maybe if she had actual organs that they could develop something more than what she could do. She found someone that was able to provide her some organs and she, with one last attempt, attempted to make her child. She had to make a deal with the Surgeon, making a contract with him. He would give her organs as long as she gave him the according amount of favours and use of her ability if he so desired.
When it worked, she was overjoyed, the first time she felt happy in years. However… she didn’t stop there. She acted like a mother but she continued to make more, unable to stop. She loved them all and only wanted more. She taught them, cared for them [fortunately they didn’t need food or water, just sleep and maintenance]. However, she didn’t teach them enough and due to how impure the organs were- getting them from the black market, they did not know any better and began commiting crimes without her knowledge. They loved her like their mother, each having very unique personalities despite and they wanted to help her. They were aware she needed money so they decided to work together in groups to get it for her.
This occurred for a few years, Meko eventually ceased making children to give time to those she had made, realizing her mistake and wished to set it right. However it was already too late. 38 years old and she was charged with numerous crimes for ‘making’ her ‘puppets’ steal, kill and whatever else they’d done. She was shocked to find out that this was how they got money. They had told her they were doing odd jobs to help people out, not whatever this was. However, she didn’t care, she didn’t want any harm to come to them. She claimed to be guilty but begged them to not hurt her children, to leave them alone and just take her despite them crying out for her not to, telling them that it was all them.
They dragged her from her home, locked the exits and burned it and her creations to the ground, leaving her staring at the flames the engulfed and murdered her children. She wept silently, tears falling from her eyes as she was taken away to Nanba and sentenced to remain there for many years. As time passed, her sorrow changed to hatred, a deep need to get revenge for her children’s murder. Her blame laid on the government and the police for destroying them. She needed to get out and kill them all, first the ones behind it all.
For four years, being 42, she is still in Nanba. Only recently, when she discovered that the Surgeon had been committed as well, did she begin her assault. In exchange for organs, she got some of her babies to collect information for him, as well as some dealing and smuggling. She was able to work on her children in secret, planning to escape all the while acting like a good, docile prisoner. Her nature isn’t aggressive. She teaches the children that end up coming to Nanba, looking after them on many occasions. With a cause and a goal, she once again has drawn out from her sorrow and is working diligently towards her future, mourning all that she has loved and lost.
Recently, at 44, Shihainin, a fellow inmate had appeared before her and had informed her that if she wishes to take revenge on the government and get out of here, he could help her. Without hesitation, she agreed to ally herself with him, needing no convincing to join forces with him. As long as she got out of here, her children alive and THEM destroyed, she will be content.
"I will not stop."
Etymology➛
↳[first name]: Kyori {Ke-or-e }
↳[middle name]: Nyx {Nix} -[meaning: Night ]
↳[last name]: Senju
Society➛
↳[species]: Kitsune but is human thinking she is one
↳[hostility rank]: hostile when provoked 8/10
↳[Prisoner number]: 10980574
Cell number: tba
Building number: 11
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Age➛ 17
⤿birthdate: August 18
⤿zodiac sign: Leo
Gender➛ Female
↳Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
↳Relationship Status: Open
↳Feelings for:
open
Physical Apparition ➤
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t e c h n i c a l ● d e t a i l s
↳Hair Crimson red
↳Eyes Teal with a tiny gleam of gold depending on how the lighting is.
↳Scent A hint of rose mixed with lavender and freshly fallen snow
↳ Skin Pale and almost porcelain looking but quite soft to the touch
History ➤
Kyori can't recall much of her childhood but what she can remember is places she's been to and scents she had smelled but sadly she cannot remember the faces of her parents due to an incident as a child.However what she can remember is that despite being so young at the time she did have very loving parents but when the incident which had cost her parents their lives because they were trying to protect her from the raiders who saw Kyori as someone who would fetch them a pretty penny.Kyori's mind went blank when she saw her parents die in front of her,when her mind went blank a surge of power ran through Kyori's body and this surge of power scared some of the raiders but the leader hit a nerve at the base of her skull which knocked her unconscious,no one dared touch her however and when she came to she was bound and was being sold to someone in the black market but little did she know that the person who had bought her was quite kind and bought her as a gift for their son who wanted a playmate and the man who bought her undid her bindings and at first she thought it was okay until he started to touch her in certain places,the son joined in but as her mind started to go blank she snapped,she tore the throat out of one and the other she gutted like a fish,she knew of poisons tlo which she used to kill the rest of the household.she remembers so little of that night and yet here she is at Nanba or so she likes to call it.
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Personality ➤
Kyori is playful and loyal to the one who catches her eye.However despite that she can be somewhat of a
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don't worry I'm not going anywhere,I'm here to stay it's not like i can anyway
[Main Traits]
❖Her crimson hair
❖Her teal eyes
❖Her personality
❖The way she dresses
❖Her care giving
❖Her loyalty despite her playful manner
❖Her being shy sometimes.
❖Her fox ears and tail which match her hair color.
↳Likes:
❖Cookies
❖Being playful
❖The way she dresses
❖Dogs,foxes and cats
❖Sake(view spoiler)
❖Spending time with her beloved
↳Dislikes:
❖Snakes
❖Others who try to take her beloved
❖Anyone touching her besides her lover
❖Rain
❖Thunder
❖Some reptiles
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Talents/Strengths:
❖She can sing and dance as well as play an instrument
❖Being quick on her feet
❖She is pretty intelligent
❖Able to use basic herbs to make healing agents and poisons
❖Her love
❖Painting on walls
Weaknesses:
❖Isn't as strong as most would think
❖Isn't really a fighter
❖Gets frightened easily sometimes
❖Her fear of being alone forever in the dark
❖When she gets a bit too "drunk" on Sake she becomes more of a kissing devil
❖Has a very soft spot for a special person and sweets
❖She has a hard time fighting and holding her ground sometimes(or so she lets one believe
⤿Family:
At this time even she doesn't know due to her memory loss as a child but only time will tell if she even remembers.
Theme Song➛:
Mr Saxobeat-> https://youtu.be/18tVQHVCTbY
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I'm sorry what was that you said about him?
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Other: has been at Nanbaka prison since she was 8
Name: Thao Mann Ha, The Mask of PeaceAge: 20
Sexuality: Bisexual
Block: 13
Prisoner Number: M43K0
Crimes: Escaping Prison 5X Times, Assualt, Disturbing the Peace, Resisting Arrest
Appearance:
(view spoiler)
Not much can be seen of the man's face, except for perhaps his mouth when he eats, as the wooden mask of Thao will move up so he can get food to his mouth. It is a beautiful mask, many think it is that is a rabbit, but is actually a fox. Thao cherishes it dearly. A mess of black hair can be seen from behind the mask, as he has no need to take of it. Not much mass on his body, as eating is big on his list of things to do, and will go days without eating. He wears simple clothes, mostly hoodies as he has somewhere to put his hands, which are either hidden or wrapped in bandages, as the are covered in burns and are really sensitive to everything. His face and body is also burned, another reason for the mask, but his hands are by far the worst.
Personality: Thao is a good man, or at least tries to be. He knows what is right or wrong, but he has been defeated too many times that the sense of morals has been diminished. He has been failed by everyone. He is slow to trust but is smart enough to be friendly to everyone. When someone struggles, guard or prisoner, Thao tries to help out. He is quiet not becomes he doesn't have much to say, but becomes when he speaks, Thao stumbles with his words that rush to get out of his brain, it sometimes is hard to understand what he says. His imagination is a wild place and he has notebook after notebook full of ideas and stories written in a mix of Vietnamese and English, all look like chicken scratch because of his hands. A chill man, he has a certain vibe of someone you could tell all your problems to and know he wouldn't share it to anyone, but you aren't going to get much out of him.
History: In a village was where Thao spent his early childhood, until about ten with his parents and a flurry of wild animals. Thao's father, Itsu, was a political man, working to take office and change a lot of what he considered a corrupt government, which it was, very a fascist country they lived in. Now the current peolpe in power didn't like that very much and was going to make sure that Itsu didn't take power. So when he was 10, policemen came to arrest his mother for a crime Thao couldn't remember but his mother didn't want to and resisted. His father helped, and when they saw him they pulled out heavy force against the family. At first one whipped out a pistol and shot the mother's brain out. Thao screamed, in complete terror of these men in matching suits with what would be hockey masks painted black. The men then rushed in, dumping liquid all over their floor then ran out like cowards, locking the door and making sure neither of the men got out. The young boy watched a match tossed into the house and he watched what would become his obsession ignite the floor. Itsu tried to get out but he was consumed by the fire, Thao barely survived, terrible burns all over his body but got out through a hole in the wall. He watched from the jungles the fire burn his home down and that stayed in his mind to this day. Thao Mann Ha lived with his grandmother's until 15, when he learned about his family gift, she called it đèn lễ hội or the lights of festival. When strolling along a woman bumped into him and his gift, still not mastered, kicked off, and caused himself to get distracted. This woman was named Hamada, she ran a resistance group. Thao immediately became enamored with this woman and joined her group in a heartbeat. He was molded to be her second in command and in 2 years he was protesting and doing everything he could. Thao found out which police men had killed his father and that was what got him arrested, going after them. He was put in a shitty little prison, Thao would escape, they would find him and arrest him again. This happened 6 times before he was put into Nanban Prison, where they hoped he would be treated like an animal. Many of the guards treat him like a human and he is an okay prisoner. Hamada still visits him, and has taken over as a mother figure for him, as his life was pretty shit after the home was burned down. For about a month when he was in Nanba, they tried to take his mask. He was very aggressive towards everyone and had wrapped his face in bandages.
Ability: Festival Lights
Specifics: Thao's ability is that of creating streams and swirls of colorful light. They can become faster and more wild to the point where the can distract and dazzle a person. The other way he uses it for any sort of offense or defense is to hypnotize peolpe. This ability takes some out of him but the colors can become irresistible to not stare at and he can give simple commands, no more than one or two words, and it only last a minute or two.
Theme Song: Black Smoke Rising- Greta Van Fleet
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Unless doing something else caused her to be arrested and committed to Nanba.
Building 1 then
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"Welcome."
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Leviathan Than Odon
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Serpent
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Via
│ Aɢᴇ │24
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ November 3th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │7:06
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Scorpio
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ Building 13
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 1046
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Masculine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Pansexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Twisted
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Owen Odon
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Julian Odon
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Lecter Odon
Relation » Brother |◦ 29 » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Oliver Odon
Relation » Brother |◦ 29 » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Olivia Odon
Relation » Sister |◦ 17 » ◦| Status » Alive
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Platinum Blonde Hair
│ Eʏᴇs │Right/Left
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Flawless and sharp, clean.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 6’8”, lean built, fit with solid, masculine frame.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ ~This Image~
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Three piercings in his left ear.
Dog tag necklace-something his sister gave him.
Birthmark on his forehead [right side]
"I don’t need to be able to fight you. Not really. One touch and you will cease to exist. Thrilling, isn’t it?"
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│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │Himself
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│Hairdresser.
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│*Tormenting Others By Any Means.
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Denature:This ability allows him to heat up the atoms/molecules of anything he touches to the point they either denature [break down a molecular level] or enough to break the bonds and reshape the object he’s touching. A nickname for this ability is twisted since he often uses this ability to mangle objects into whatever shape he wishes, making them look distorted and twisted.
Clause: He has to know the denaturing point for each of his intended targets and exert the necessities to break each different bond [thus needing to know which bonds of the substance he’s targeting]. But he’s intelligent and has memorized what he’d needs to know [main materials but things if he doesn’t know the substance in which he needs to denature, he is only heating them up blindly]. If he doesn’t regulate it or mistake the denaturation temperatures and bonds, then it will likely deflect on himself and cause his own body to instead denature.
That and he has to be touching the object otherwise he won’t be able to do anything to it.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│*Kidnapping *Torture *Assault *Breaking & Entering *Abuse *Murder
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
RUN AWAY NOW. That is the only advice one can give you. Via is a handsome man, incredibly so. He’s charming and charismatic. It’s easy to be swept away by his looks and words and ambition. He’s intelligent and driven, dedicated and someone you want to follow. Seeming to be a gentleman, a little on the devious side but it only makes him more charming. A jokester that will have you wrapped around his finger. And once he does, he will begin his assault.
Via is a snake. Completely twisted and sly. He thrives off the pain he inflicts on people. Seeing them in agony, in pain, bleeding gives him immense pleasure and satisfaction. He is the definition of a sadist. It is his main goal, directive and only true desire.
Please, scream some more for me. I haven’t heard enough of it yet.
He craves embarrassing people, tormenting them in whatever way he so pleases. He wants to hear people scream, see their pain, see their embarrassment and humiliation. Whatever makes them feel tiny and hollow. It’s like art to him.
Via is an impulsive individual, doing whatever whenever to get what he wants. He doesn’t care who he has to destroy or step over to do it. People do not matter, they are just his playthings. Despite, he is still meticulous and cunning. Everything is planned and even if he acts suddenly impulsive, he has many backup plans to get out of the situation if he falls into one. He is controlled by his desires which causes him to act so recklessly, especially once angered. If anyone has managed to make this eccentric man angry, they will never live to tell the tale. He is merciless, brutal and honestly gets off destroying them thoroughly in consequence.
He is a two faced man that will silently slither around you and suffocate you without hesitation. He may be pretty but he is a psycho.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Torturing Others
☻ Hairdressing
☻ Doing What He Wanters
☻ Being Entertained
☻ Gummy Worms
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Spiders
☹ Happy People
☹ Being Lied To
☹ Arrogance [From Others]
☹ Being Made Fun Of
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Ability
✮ Charisma
✮ Speed
✮ Manipulation
✮ Deceptions
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Trained Combat
☆ Long Ranged Weapons
☆ Temperamental
☆ Underestimates Others.
☆ Sadistic Desires
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Being Shown Up/Inferior
"I haven’t regretted anything I’ve done. So trust me when I say, I’ll get out and I’ll go back doing what I love best. Just try and stop me worm."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Childhood was a fun time. His mother was overly strict and incredibly oppressive mother. She was always telling him what he should and shouldn’t do, what was right and wrong and he couldn’t move an inch without her say so. On the other hand of the spectrum, his brothers and father didn’t give a shit about him. His father just expected the worse from him since a young age so he couldn’t give Via the time of day. The only one Via didn’t loath from the bottom of his heart or felt indifferent towards was his younger sister. She loved him, supposedly but she intelligently kept her distance.
He was bullied as a small child in school. He had weird eyes and the kids liked poking fun at it. His brothers ignored him so they didn’t do shit and Via’s uncaring attitude only pissed them off so they only try harder to get a reaction from him. The bullying got worse and worse combined with the neglect from half of his family and his mother bitching at him, his father calling him pathetic at home, he just didn’t want to just endure it anymore.
It was stupid and he shouldn’t have to be tormented by these people. It all just escalated too far and Via had enough. So, in middle school, he snapped and stood up to the bullies. He finished a fight that was begging to happen eventually. He was surprisingly skilled at it, it helped they hadn’t expected it. However, it was during this fist fight that Via found it really pleasing to smash his fist into them and even more hearing their screams and faces contort in pain. So this was the first of many fights that Via was involved in. It was fortunate for the other guys that a teacher stepped in and stopped the fight otherwise, Via wouldn’t have stopped until they were at least unconscious. All in which he never threw the first punch. It was fun provoking them until the moment they tried to solve it with violence. The more fights he got into, the more enraged his parents got but he thrived off it. He didn’t care and only found it increasingly amusing.
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As days went on, to avoid dealing with his irritating family, he avoided coming home. He stayed out all night, sleeping wherever he wanted. Sometimes it was some girls that took a fancy to him, some ‘friends’ but mainly he was searching for a properly outlet for his desire to see people in pain. Fighting people wasn’t doing it for him and he knew he couldn’t do it forever. He’d be stopped and punished for it eventually.
When he was finally in highschool, it wasn’t long later that he came to learn many things about himself. He was a sadist, an individual who got pleasure from inflicting pain on others. He only came to this self-realization when he finally came across a certain scandalous club. It was a BDSM club he’d happened upon and began spending more time there than at home. Much to the club’s original compliant. However, he was very charming guy, he managed to worm his way into the staff’s hearts and got involved with the club despite being way underaged. With a ‘promise’ only to observe and not to partake. However, he soon bypassed those rules with skill and even blackmailed the boss after seducing them well past sleeping with him.
School was boring and barely retained his attention. It didn’t get any better from childhood besides the fact that everyone left him alone. Too many rumours surrounding him about his delinquent activities that equally had people running away and running to him. Looking for a fight of course. As time passed, more and more people became infatuated with him, his looks and charm seducing enough to both genders. He denied no one and by the time they realized what they were getting into, they were hooked, lined and sunk. He forced them to keep quiet about his kink and got them addicted to it.
It was at a point that he was rarely home, only ever to sleep or the rare moments when his mother managed to catch him. Then she would rant to deaf ears while his sister begged him to be good and come home more. He had played with her a bit when they were younger. She liked it when he did her hair and he still would occasionally do it in the early morning before he left if she caught him in time.
It was the second last year of high school and he officially began working at the BDSM club. Decieving everyone with his age and was soon getting requested by VIP members. Via was not one to say no when his interest was piqued. The specific VIP member that requested him was a male dom that had the habit of dominating other male doms. However, Via wasn’t having any of this shit. He had no desire to kneel down to anyone and it was no longer interesting. However, this was after the man had already drugged and had Via tied up and completely at the man’s mercy. Via was enraged, even more so than he was many years ago when he finally stood up for himself. Rage combined with that adrenaline activated his denaturing ability. Destroying his binds and he blindly took his anger out on the man. It resulted in a heavenly torture session that opened Via’s eyes to what he had actually always needed. Completely at his mercy, drenched with blood and watching their eyes grow dim.
It took some time but he had to get rid of the evidence and after realizing that BDSM was not what he needed. There were too many constraints and rules that preventing him from getting what he truly wanted. Thus, he destroyed the entire club to get rid of the murder he’d committed, personally getting rid of the bones with his ability. He left unnoticed and disappearing like a ghost. Though he simply returned home as he was requested so long ago and focused on school to not only hide but to execute his plan. He likes hairdressing, something of his past that he could use. He finished school and moved out as soon as he was old enough. He wanted to start his own business and have a base to successfully fulfill his true desires without being restricted by others.
Thus, he moved out at 18, got his own place but he knew he couldn’t begin his own business, quite yet. He needed experience, connections and knowledge. Thus, he managed to get himself an apprenticeship with a professional place due to the connections presented by the school he attempting specifically to get a degree to alter people’s hair. As soon as he had made a place for himself at both establishments, he could begin the first steps of his ulterior motives. He needed to ensure that he could successfully kidnap people, torture them until death and get away with it. Otherwise it would all be a complete bust and a waste of time.
It was quite easy to find victims. He got a lot of attention, he was new, cute, skilled and charming not to mention extremely attractive. He gained clients really quickly after he was certified and many of them grew obsessed with him. As planned, he needed them vulnerable and willing at first. It would make it all that more fun to destroy them later. After finishing the schooling, he continued the apprenticeship just to confirm what he could do, and more importantly, test efficiency. His first victim was a client that grew obsessed to the point of stalking him. A perfect victim, alone, isolated herself, not much family and no one to really rely on. No one to miss them. He used their stalking habits against them to lead them to a trap, kidnapped them and brought them to his specifically designed basement and proceeded with his first experiment. It was gloriously successful. But not enough since she died way too quickly and he wasn’t completely satisfied with her. Thus, began the long line of victims. He targeted people that wouldn’t be noticed, specific clients that would work or even random people he would meet. He made sure to cover his tracks, ensure no one was around or watching him interact with these people. He experimented, learned and tried again, applying what he learned from his last victim to his new one. Always leaving the bodies abandoned somewhere so everyone could see the results of his artwork. Leaving each body with the symbol of bite marks resembling the bite of a serpent. They were always the last and most prominent wounds on their bodies.
However, when the cops started sniffing around. He slipped away, ending his job at the place, telling everyone he finally knew enough to start his own and thanked them for looking after him. Thus, he was 20 when he successfully set up his business that he’d been working on slowly over the last two years in between everything else and opened for business. It was slow going at first but rather quickly became a success. With his looks, skills and connections, he was able to bring in many regular clients and kept them with his exceptional charisma.
Living a double life. He hid his secret for years, no one knew he was kidnapping people. The MO wasn’t specific, not logically connected despite the killer being the same. He took anyone he thought would have an interesting expression. People who looked prideful, those who were already in pieces. Homeless, the rich anyone and no one way safe. He took them from a wide area, selective and ensuring there was no way for a connection to be formed. It was scattered with no right or rhyme and no traces left to him.
He could collect anyone and torture them while smiling pleasantly to the clients that trusted him not to slit their necks while he cut their hair. That was the most pleasing sensation of it all.
This continued for years and Via found great success and pleasure. His business was a success, he had people helping him and he was achieving his desires whenever he felt the urge. It was going good and the cops weren’t ever going to touch him.
That is until he caught on certain critter. She was a bit too clever and had managed to escape. Whether it was because she was smart or someone else assisted in the escape Via could not confirm. He had liked this one, her screams were quite lovely so he’d been stretching her torture out longer than he usually did. Unfortunately, she did escape while he was at work and immediately contacted the cops to reveal him for his crimes.
Not long after, the cops showed up at his place while he had a client on the chair. They interrupted his business and told him to come with them to the station. His coworkers all demanded to know what this way about and wouldn’t allow the cops anywhere near Via. They revealed he was a suspect for kidnapping and they roared he couldn’t have possibly done that. To stop targeting him just because they have nothing better to do.
However, impulsively, Via snapped, realizing what had happened and who had revealed this little secret. He revealed his true colours by telling everyone to shut up. All those who worked for him or paid him to do his job were shocked silent while he went over to the cops. “I’ll only go with you willingly if I get to see her,” he purred, looking down at them, licking his teeth. They didn’t believe him… until his hand sliced right through the cop who tried to grab him [having effortlessly separated the bonds that would have made it hard to penetrate the guy] “If not,” his hand drenched in red slide from the man’s body who dropped lifelessly onto the ground, “none of you will be able to touch me,” he purred, bringing his hand up to lick the blood with a sadistic grin. As soon as this occurred, many people fainted from shock and fear. The rest were paralyzed with that same shock.
With no other choice they had to do as he requested. Thus, he followed them like a good boy, got into the car and was very well behaved during their journey to the station. Though, he did enjoy making them squirm the entire way there. He soon was giving the chance to talk to her and took great joy in threatening her. Well, it was a warning for her to run, run fast and run far. “Chasing has always been my favourite game.” Just to freak her out more than she already was, he made a move towards her only to find himself being restrained by a guard Nanba had sent after hearing about him and his little ability. Via couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “Looks like lady luck is shining on you! Let’s see how long that will last.”
She was taken away, traumatized for life and he was immediately taken to Nanba prison with Nage to be put into solitary confinement before he did anymore damage. By this time, his trail had been concluded, a small portion of his crimes proven and he was sentenced to life imprisonment with no hope for parol.
"You can never escape the chains I’ve bound you with. "
i want to know..everything about you
↱hanae itou 19↲
appearance hanae is a petite girl, with pale skin and golden eyes. she has features similar to those of a cat, with narrow eyes and very sharp canine teeth. her eyes have noticeable vertical slits, and dark eye bags. she has messy blonde hair that is tied up into two buns on both sides of her head, and choppy bangs.↱1897 13 cell 8↲
personalityhanae is a normally cheerful girl. she keeps an optimistic outlook on everything, despite the situation she, as well as everyone else is in. she is a thrill seeker, which is part of what led her to her life of crime. she did jobs for people, stealing things, vandalizing buildings, hurting, or even killing people. hanae has a very curious side to her, to the point where it's almost obsessive. she'll do anything to find out information on someone that she finds interesting. hanae doesn't know how to hold her tongue, at all.
history when she was born, hanae's family was in debt. her father was obsessed with gambling, and would often put everything on the line. on some days her family would be rich, and on other days they'd be flat broke until he won more money. her mother disapproved of this, but she was too timid to say anything due to his somewhat violent behavior. things happened when he was angry, or when someone pointed out his very obvious flaws. when hanae was a toddler, she was treated like an adult. she practically did everything for her parents, so her family wouldn't be torn apart. she was noticeably very different from the other kids, though. she'd become very attached to her close friends, often sheltering them from students and teachers alike. she'd freak out on anyone, throw things, etc. it was a great concern to the teachers, who notified her parents. of course, they didn't do much about it. they could care less! years later, hanae becomes attached to a boy. this boy didn't even go to her school, yet he intrigued her. she began stalking him, etc, causing him to fear her. he even got a restraining order, which made her angry. in her mind, the only way to solve it was to murder him. if she couldn't have him, nobody could. life went on normally after this, she was able to not get caught, and started working in the black market for hire. she was open for most crimes. somehow, she was tipped off to the police and arrested. she was beyond shocked. with her abilities, it should've been impossible!
etc hanae is a shapeshifter. she was arrested for stalking, working in the black market, and killing.
Name: Rin NakaAge: 15
Sexuality: Straight
Prisoner Number: 74
Block: 13
Appearance: Short White hair , Neon blue eyes
Hair: white
Eyes: Neon blue
Skin: pale
Style: white and black tank top , Black shorts, no shoes
Personality: short tempered, plain
History: Lived in Nanba
Ability: Knife skills
Spec...: Uses it to pick locks
Michael Louis Penderson Mike to his friends
Nickname: Hot Shot
Date of birth: March 5th
Age : 29
Birth Gender : Male
Gender role : Male
Sexuality : Heterosexual
Martial status : Divorced Currently in relationship with Jessica
Theme Black Sabbath Paranoid
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExgUV...
Charges: Destruction of property and voyeurism
Building:
Number
Occupation:
Test Pilot
Hobbies:
Fishing, lifting weights, sports betting and fantasy football.
A big fan of American foot ball. He also likes baseball and soccer but football is his favorite.
Languages: English & Japanese
Family: In the US he lost touch with his older brother & sister. No children. Parents diseased
Appearance:
He stands 6'2”. Light gray eyes and long dark hair. Has a large tribal thunder bird tattoo on his chest
Mike before hell:
His body was riddled with torture scars. His wings were lopped off along with his horns. Jessica Ann Lovell healed him of all that and in that healing he became himself again. He fell deeply in love with Jessica. He is back at the training grounds, learning all he can. He is now with Jessica.
Now he looks like this. He still has his thunder bird tattoo.
Background:
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Power flame:
He can generate a fire ball by the palm of his remaining hand. It appears over his palm & he can throw it. He can also generate a sword made of this same flame to wield for close combat. His eyes glow red when using his flame.
Name: ShinjiAge: 16
Sexuality: Female
Prisoner Number: 21
Block: 13
Appearance: Black and white tank top, black shorts, black shoes,
Hair: white/blue
Eyes: gold/red
Skin: Pale
Style: short and shaved
Personality: Funny, plain, clumsy, stubborn, slightly crazy,
History: Shinji was 14 when she came to Namba prison, the reason she was sent there was she picked locks just to play cards with the other inmates only on a Tuesdays, Shinji is Japanese and loves to watch anime and read manga
Ability: able to pick locks and get through tight spaces
Specifics: uses lock picks and gymnastics
Theme Song: ' Sweet but Psycho'
Other: Shinji loves to mess with Hajime, her most favourite thing to do is hide in the far corner of the cell she in and not answer him when he calls out her name.
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『 ρєяѕσиαℓιту 』
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♡ theme song(s) a̵̢̼̹͂̒͜͠ņ̶͗ḡ̵̲͕͍̝̒̉͝e̸̡͙͔͉̋͋͒l̵͍̦̱̱̽̑͠ ̸̖̟̭̉̎̊͊ẻ̶̤͚̿͝ỳ̵͖̿ë̷̞͔̣̀͌s̴̭̊̓͑͝, ẅ̵̘́͋h̵̲͐ì̵͍͙͔̀͘͠ṡ̸̨̥͈̀͑p̸̳̲̣͂͆ḛ̷͝r̶̞̔̏͜͝s̴̻̔̊̒ ̴̱͔͂̈́̂̈́i̷͓͎͇̊̏n̴̰̈́̔͠ ̶͖͆͌̋͌t̷̙̞̑h̶̛̗̯̦͐̊é̴̡̜̺͆ ̸͉̺͆͑̕ď̵̞a̷̢̼̯͂̇̿͗r̵̡͙̤͎͛̆̽͠ķ̶̯̩͐̾̒̊
I couldn't fit his entire history up to the present, but most can be filled in with Kuzu Nezumi's history and throughout the roleplay Maska and I have going on. I literally had 3 characters left lol. Whoops.
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Lmao thank you so much XD!!! It's about time he's finished lmao
[Identity]
{Full Name/Nickname(s):}
• Kuzu "40601" Nezumi
• Meaning—Kuzu, scum; Nezumi, rat; Okami, wolf; Inu, dog
• Okami, Inu
{Prison Number/Block/Mental Stability:}
• 11056
• Block 6 [due to how easily he escaped from his Block 7 cell]
• Unstable
{Age:}
• 19
{Gender:}
• Male
{Date of Birth:}
• February 18th
{Zodiac Sign:}
• Pisces [shows Aquarius traits]
{Blood type:}
• O-
{Sexuality:}
• Homo-romatic, Demi-sexual
{Crush:}
• N/A
{Relationships/Relationship Status:}
• Destined Romance
[Appearance:]
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{Hair:}
• Before he escaped, his black and gray hair was kept and brushed; after spending years of living on the streets, he started cutting his own hair; it is now unruly, uneven, and sticks out around his face in a rugged way, the wild strands often falling into his eyes
{Eyes:}
• Contrasting with his pale skin and gray hair, his eyes, which peek out from the shadows his bangs and common hoodie make on his face, are a warm golden color; they are bright and intelligent, but also almost always seem to shimmer with tears; they scream of loneliness and fear
{Height:}
• 5'6 ft
{Weight:}
• Around 120 lbs
{Skin Tone:}
• Pale
{Clothing Style:}
• Warm, black
{Scarring or Markings:}
• Excessive scarring all over his body; he has a metal collar-like object that has been surgically attached to his neck, the connecting pieces on either side of his throat; there is no chance of removing it; he has a branding on his left side, directly on his ribs
[Personality]
{Description:}
• ANXIOUS/SKITTISH/PARANOID/FEARFUL/QUIET
[first impression/what someone could notice from just seeing him]
AGGRESSIVE/DEFENSIVE/CAUTIOUS/COLD/CYNICAL
[second impression/that seen by those who get too close]
DEPENDENT/INTELLIGENT/CURIOUS/OBSERVANT/HONEST
[third impression/that seen by those who somehow manage to befriend him]
CARING/AFFECTIONATE/LOYAL/INNOCENT/KIND/GENTLE
[hidden self/that seen by little-to-no one/very personal]
{Deadly Secrets and Things to Know:}
• He has INTENSE social, and general, anxiety
• He absolutely hates being touched unless he initiates contact or consents [he will become aggressive]
• He has insomnia, and anyone who approaches him recklessly during the night may be in danger of him attacking them [due to the nightmares that wake him up, and keep him awake]
• He has terrible panic attacks, most of which cannot be predicted [he often vomits after or during them]
• He becomes aggressive only in defense, but is extremely dangerous
{Likes/Favorite Things:}
• Praise [physical only when he has gotten used to a person]
• Compliments [similar to praise in reaction]
• Warm food [he was only given cold things, and had to eat old or rotten things when living on the street]
• Affection [when he has given consent or initiated contact]
• Small, fluffy things [has a special stuffed animal]
• Getting peaceful sleep [he has insomnia due to bad dreams]
• Sweets [though he can't handle a lot at a time]
{Dislikes/Fears:}
• Loud noises [he's very skittish]
• Bright lights [his eyes are sensitive]
• Handsy people [he becomes defensively aggressive when touched without his consent]
• Being cornered [he becomes defensively aggressive]
• Hurting others [animals included]
• Being alone [despite how much it may seem he yearns it]
• Being in a room with a lot of people [he prefers one other person, though currently he isn't even comfortable with that]
{Interesting Facts:}
• He was born to normal parents, but was given to a secret facility immediately after birth
• His pale skin is due to the chemicals in his body, to add to the intense lack of sunlight
• His nails are "naturally" black
• He is almost painfully innocent
{Ability:}
• Currently Unknown: Due to being experimented on restlessly, it is assumed that his natural ability has either been buried by chemicals and is dormant for now, or it simply was supressed to the point that it won't ever reveal itself. The doctors who experimented on him tried to give him extra abilities, but beyond the enhanced hearing and sight that came innately with his wolf features, it is uncertain which abilities they successfully gave him. Things to watch out for though, according to the scientists who had experimented on him are as follows:
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Telepathy/Telekinesis~
Echo [an ability to speak to the paranormal]~
Possession [in which he can either be possessed by someone after a certain trigger, or where he can possess someone else; the result is uncertain]~
Paralysis [the ability to paralyze anyone by simply making eye-contact with them]~
Ghost [an ability that allows him to, in a way, remove his soul from his body, thus walking around undetected and unseen]~
Poison [able to poison anyone with a flesh-breaking bite]Of course, there are far more, unnamed ones to look out for. This prisoner is to be handled with the utmost caution. Keep a muzzle on him at all times, when he is being handled.
{Crime(s):}
• He escaped from a top-secret government building where he was being experimented on; he was put in Nanba so government officials could keep a close eye on him, and so they could watch how he would react to the environment; they seem to have discarded him, abandoning him at Nanba
{History:}
• Kuzu is the son of a formerly homeless woman. She was homeless when he was born, having gotten pregnant after prostituting herself to get some money for something to eat. Despite how kind-hearted the woman had been in the past, that kindness, that gentleness, had been beaten and raped out of her by her late father, only turning her into ice after running away from her home and living on the streets. She was only sixteen when she found out she was with child, and no way did she need another mouth to feed. Her first thought was to give him up for adoption, or drop him off anonymously at an orphanage, but then an idea occurred to her. Why not make money off of the nameless child? She remembered the rumors about kidnappings in the area, the black market workers in the alley who would pay a heavy price for a baby, newborn at best. It didn't take much afterthought for her to make her decision. She needed to survive.
Thus, before Kuzu even came into the world, his was a life that was not free, was one that he did not own himself. He was promised to the black market worker his mother had made a deal with, and was quickly sold to the highest bidder, umbilical cord still attached. Where he ended up was in a top-secret government facility. This was where he was imprisoned, until he escaped at the age of sixteen, where he was brutally, ruthlessly experimented on and tortured. His first memories were of a metal dog crate, a bowl of cold, unnamed food that was his breakfast, lunch and dinner. Of tall men with grips that bruised his odd, almost gray flesh. Of nights only warmed by the sick, heavy, hot breaths of those around him, of the others in his cramped crate, and whatever chemical they had stabbed into him, burning in his veins. There was not a day that passed when he was not in pain. But just as he began to lose hope, began to lose his strength and will, began to fall under the influence of whatever drug they had forced into his body, a new scientist arrived.
At this point, Kuzu was older, named, nicknamed, and well-known by the other "doctors" for his incredible endurance and immune system. He was one of the first shown to the trainee, judging by the horror masked in his eyes. As the higher ranking scientist rambled about Kuzu's stats, his incredible feats, how long they'd had him, the young man stared unblinkingly at Kuzu's emaciated, gray, broken body in pity, but also in amazement. How had this boy endured the torture for so long? What kind of damage had this experimentation done to his body, along with his mental health? In the middle of the night, despite having left silently earlier with the other doctor, the young man returned to Kuzu's cage. The teen was awake, panting and sweating, shaking, in a battle with the latest drug they were testing on him. The trainee opened Kuzu's crate, which now only held him, carefully pulled the boy out, and sneakily carried him out a back exit in the room.
It took about a month of recovery, and then Kuzu found himself running away from the man's house. The young man's mindset had slowly begun changing to fit that of the other doctors back at the facility. It scared Kuzu enough to make him flee as soon as he could, taking food and water with him. Though he did not know it, he had ended up on the street, just as his mother had been. An abusive rapist hadn't led him there, and the life he led in the year he spent sleeping in alleys and behind restaurants was full of more fleeing and nights awake, watching than his mother's street life had. But, while she was physically stronger, more sharp-tongued, and more confident than he was, he managed to survive, just as she had. His resourcefulness saved him many times, just as it had saved his mother, but it couldn't keep him from the government's grasp. After trying to steal a bread roll from the hand of a woman passing him on the street, the police were called. He managed to slip away, but the incident outed him. It wasn't long at all before men in black suits, special agents from the government, from the facility where he was kept, found him. He was taken to Nanba, so he could be kept a close eye on. He has only just arrived, and won't let anyone get within five feet of him. He is still being kept in his cell, but he is not eating, not sleeping, simply waiting and watching. Biding his time until they finally show up, and make him disappear from the world again.
{Theme Song(s):}
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