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Prisoner Creation
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Name: Akane
Age: 18
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Prison Number: 7
Block: 13
Cell: 27
Prisoner/Warden: Prisoner
Crime: Obtaining dangerous knowledge
Appearance:
Hair: Red, cropped, but just long enough to be tied back.
Eyes: Pale, clear gold.
Skin: Pale
Style: A specific prisoner jumpsuit, one that is tailored a little more specifically to hide her sex. It's nice that it looks a little different from the others' too, so the guards can pick her out if there's an unpleasant incident.
Personality: Akane is witty, smart, and fast. When no one else expects anything, she can forge a biting remark with a clever, amiable smirk plastered over her face. She can bounce back from almost anything. If you punch her in the face and knock her out, she'll be back the next day to return the favor, just like anybody else would. She most definitely doesn't seem flirty or feminine, more like a young man who doesn't quite know when to shut his mouth, and fights more with mouth than fists. Although... she isn't opposed to fighting with fists. In fact, she's quite good at knives and electric batons. In a fight with a warden, she'd almost definitely win. However, she hasn't really ever tried to escape from this prison, like she's managed to do with every other prison she's been confined in.
History:Akane has hidden the fact that she is female in this prison. Due to extensive abuse at previous prisons, she insisted that it was safer all around if the other inmates thought she was male in this prison. Even though others insisted that she'd be perfectly safe in the female cells, she insisted, even going so far as to cut her hair short to hide it. Her hair seems to grow unusually quickly, so it almost always needs to be cut shorter to maintain the facade. By the end of a week, it's usually shoulder-length.
Akane was raised in an upper-middle-class family as an only child. She went to church, had fun at school and was immensely popular at school. However, she discovered that the Government was experimenting extensively on the students at her school, using their yearly inoculations to inject toxins and test chemicals, particularly on the low-income families. She tried to take it to the media, but was captured and threatened. Should she tell anyone, including family, they'd make sure her pregnant mother got a particularly nasty cocktail of drugs.
They planned, of course, to discredit her and then kill her. She was accused of grand theft, and, too scared to defend herself, convicted and sentenced to five years in prison. Her family was significantly angry at her, when she was just trying to protect them. Early on, she was injected by the self-same doctor with a huge mass of experimental solutions. She was supposed to just get sick and die of "natural" causes. It didn't really work that way, but she was significantly weakened for a few weeks.
In those few weeks, fellow prisoners -and a few corrupt guards- took her down to the deep dark basement of the prison and got very creative. She was supposed to die though, anyways, so in their minds, they really weren't hurting anybody in the long run.
However, before much more could happen beyond a solid beating, just as things were going to go from horrible to even worse, the drugs really kicked in. She got fast. Speed-of-Sound fast. Viciously ill, she managed to fight back and escape the prison. Her skill being recorded and reported, the doctors wanted to use her as a test subject, but given that she was a criminal, -and escaped, which added five years onto her sentence- she was sent to many different prisons. After fighting and many attempts of assault -though she'd stopped tryign to get away-, for the protection of everyone around her, she was sent to Nanba prison.
Even there, of course, she's constantly studied with blood tests and the like in Nanba's medical area. She tries to avoid these, so hunting her down usually takes a while, unless they nab her while she's sleeping. It's almost a terrifying game between wardens and prisoner.
Immediately upon being transferred, she reasoned with the bock leader of Block 13. He wasn't sure he totally believed her story about the assault -she still kept the testing information secret- but being an amiable person, he helped her fake masculinity, inserting her as a boy, rather than a girl. She's in a cell with an individual bathroom, and this prison seems more like a comfortable home for political prisoners than a harsh version of Alcatraz Island.
She's been a resident here for two years, and has been pretty well established as a young man. Although, she knows this facade can't possibly last forever.
Ability: Insane Speed
Specifics: Akane can make her body speed at insanely fast speeds for short distances. After a few uses of this power, she tends to pass out nearly immediately.
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-n2i...
Other: She still keeps her identity hidden, an absolute secret from all except the block leader.
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Cell Number: 27
Building: 13
Prisoner Number: 1141
Special Ability: Bullet Speed
Ability Description: Zephyr can travel far faster than any camera, eye, or otherwise can really track. He can move at such speeds at will and doesn’t cause any sound barrier breaking or blistering wind when he runs. As his name means, A gentle breeze. As he can easily dodge most attacks. Though if he moves too incredibly fast he can put heavy strain on his muscles and easily tear muscle in his legs.
General Information
First name: Zephyr
Middle name(s): William
Surname: Stilton
Age: 18
Date of birth: 25 / 09 / 1998
Race: Chinese Canadian
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Current residence: Nanba Prison / Building 13 / Cell 27
Relationship status: Single
Social status: Quo
Traits of Voice
Accent (if any): Canadian / Chinese.
Language spoken: English
Other languages known: French, Russian, Chinese, German
Style of speaking: Fast speaking normally.
Volume of voice: Average volume.
Physical Appearance
Height: 6.3ft
Weight: 160 lbs
Eye colour: Silver
Skin colour: Light Skinned
Shape of face: Angular
Distinguishing features:
Build of body: Barely above average Muscle. Very well toned.
Hair colour: Jet black
Hair style:Long bangs in front, Tied up longer hair in a bun.
Complexion: Clear Complexion
Posture: Laid back posture.
Tattoos: Black Tribal esque tattoo on arms and chest.
Piercings:
Typical clothing: Nanba Prison Outfit / Simple Black and white striped design
Is seen by others as: Just another prisoner.
Personality
Likes: Moving Fast, The sound of wind speeding past his head.
Dislikes: Being in one place for too long,
Education: College Dropout
Fears: The Ocean
Personal goals: To one day be “Truly Free”
General attitude: Chaotic Neutral
Religious values: Athiest
General intelligence: Very high amount of Intelligence.
General sociability: Quite sociable with the other prisoners.
Health
Illnesses (if any): Parasomnia — a type of sleep disorder that involves undesirable experiences that occur while you're falling asleep, during sleep or when you're waking up.
Allergies (if any): Allergic to most forms of Sedatives, and certain types of calming medication.
Sleeping habits: Sleeps for 4-6 hours a day.
Energy level: Very High
Eating habits: Eats quite a lot to compensate for his low amounts of sleep. Keeping him energized.
Memory:Near Photographic Memory.
Any unhealthy habits: Aside from pissing off the head guards quite alot. He is known for his constant need to be on the move.
History
Birth country: Canada
Hometown: Toronto, Ontario
Childhood: Unknown
Teen years: Unknown
Adult years: Classified
Past places of residence:
History of family: The stilton family has always been known for spawning gifted children. With how their “Gifts” work. It varies on each new generation.
Briefly explain life story: Zephyr grew up what he called. “The heart” of canada. Where he had a relatively simple life up until he turned 13. Where he found out about his little special ability. It all happened in one day at a track and field meet. He was going to do the hundred meter dash, Almost as soon as the gun sounded for the race to start, it was over. He was like a speeding bullet. He was so fast that, he could have done every activity in track without even breaking a sweat. Though not only was he banned from track meets. He was met by a rather unsavory group of people that wanted him for his speed. He fought these men off with act of self defence was so quick. It made it look like an assault in the cameras. He was horrified when the police aimed their guns at him. He said the men were the ones doing the crime. They just screamed at him and told him to get on the ground. Long story short. He could only run for so long. It took them 4 years to capture him. 6 prison escapes later. He was placed in Nanba prison.
Relationships
Parents: Mother Deceased - Father Deceased
Siblings: Brother - Aeon Stilton (Pronounced “E-ON”)
Any enemies (and why):
Children: Unborn child
Friends: TBA
Best friend(s): TBA
Important friends/relatives (explain):
Love interest (if there is one): Girlfriend On the outside of Prison / Possible Girl inside Nanba as well. (To be someone else's character.)
Combat
Peaceful or violent: Can be both, Never violent without reason
Weapon (if applicable): Used to carry Japanese Tanto blades.
Style of fighting: Proficient in multiple types of Martial Arts.
Others
Occupation:
Current home:
Favourite types of food: Italian Foods / Pasta
Favourite types of drink: Tea’s and other sugary Non carbonated drinks.
Hobbies/pastimes:
Guilty pleasures: Messing with people while using his speed to peek in on people or stir up bad situations.
Pet peeves: Being Restrained to the point of immobilization.
Pets: Secretly has a pet owl that nests in one of the high areas of Nanba prison.
Talents:
Favourite colours: Purple, Violet, Red
Favourite type of music: K-pop or K-metal
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dv13g...
Name: Bashemath TitaniaAge: 25
Sexuality: Straight
ID:0534
Cell Number:87
Building: 5
Appearance:
Bashemath is huge. Like, really huge. Standing at an astounding eight feet tall she towers over everybody around her. Her massive shoulds lead onto large, muscular arms, and huge hands. While both her bust and hips are wide, they go well with the immensly large calths and feet she has. She is a walking tower of a woman that you don't want to mess with. She holds herself rather powefully, and it makes sense with her height, and holds an air that she would sooner squueze your head between her hands than try to stay out of a fight. Most of the guards may worry about the men harrassing the women, but in her case. You best keep the men safe from her.
Hair: Long yellow hair that slowly goes to red at near the bottom
Eyes: Blood Red
Skin: An almost shiny cream
Style: A black and white striped design that does it's best to cover such a large body.
Personality: This is a prison, and not just any prison. It's a prison to rival Alcatraz, and as such holds some of the worst of the worst in the world. Bashemath isn't some innocent girl who got in here due to bad luck. She's here because she belongs here, because she's a serial killer. A serial killer with a body capable of snapping someone in two if she really put her heart to it. She's not mentally sound, she isn't safe to be around, and she isn't afraid to put someone in their place. She's forward, aggressive, and probably still holds some urges to kill despite being docile for the past few years. That's right. This big, huge, towering woman, has been one of the most nicest and most complacent prisoners, despite her dangerous aura and already bad reputation. It seems something in the past few years has changed Bashemath, but is this truly a change or just a disguise?
History: Not everyone was born to have a happy ending. Sometimes it's just someone's destiny to become something bad. Ever since Bashemath was little something seemed off about her, and it wasn't just her sheer size. She seemed normal enough, had friends, was a bit shy, and loved doing girly things. Yet something felt different about her. Her parents wouldn't dare think their little girl had some mental problem, so they just ignored the feeling in their gut and left Bashemath to her own devices.
Everything seemed fine at first. Bashemath went off to school, made some friends, and even had a few crushes. After all, who wouldn't want to be with the girl whose breast were as big as soccer balls? It seemed that Bashemath was the star after puberty had hit her, but all that love and adoration didn't sit well with her. It felt off, fake. Like everyone just liked her body and not her. She felt like an empty husk. Like she was good for nothing. It didn't help when a soft spoken and kind boy was the one who managed to woo her. Not a popular boy, not the smartest boy, but a kind one. A one so kind it shook Bashemath to her core. He was so kind and sweet. She felt like he actually cared about him! Unlike the other boys who constantly wooed over her body.
The two stayed together all the way through high school, and even into college, or at least Bashemath's boy friend got into college. Bashemath herself barley got through high school, and was planning on getting a simply job with her high school diploma to help support her boyfriend as he tried to pay for college. Things were looking out for the couple. They had already spent so long together, and seeing as they were already working so well together, he decided to pop the question. That's right. Just after high school that adorably kind man was so infatuated with Bashemath that he wanted to marry her before he even got sent off to college. This decision turned out to be the worst one of his life.
Bashemath was ruined by this. Why? Why would such an amazing man even bother with someone like her? She was useless, she would hold him back, she would never be good enough for him? He was perfect, and her? Just a useless husk only good enough to be looked at. It seems that feeling her parents had about her being a little off was true. There was something deep beneath Bashemath's exterior that she had been hiding for a long time. Some desire to feel like she was important started to fester deep inside of her. A feeling she needed to pursue. A feeling she needed to leave her body. One night while she was out in the town alone she was stopped by a man who was clearly trying to flirt with her. He said so many nice things to her, but it was clear what he wanted. At this point though Bashemath was already the eight foot tall mammoth she is today. The man's attempts groping her comical looking as the shorter man reached up to grope her bust. Normally she would push off such advances, but after tormenting herself for so long about how useless she was, perhaps this was the kind of thing she needed? Her body was all she was good for after all, so maybe this would be alright. She let the little man try to act like he was in control as he lead her to a little dark corner in some back alley way for their bit of fun, but as the two went started to undress she felt wrong. She couldn't do this! What would her soon to be husband think? She quickly tried to stop what they were doing and leave, but the man who had been expecting some fun was not about to just let her leave. He pulled a knife out on her, cursing and insulting the woman in his anger. It seems he was expecting the woman to tense up at the danger, but he seemed to forget one thing. Bashemath was far bigger than him. In some manor of anger at the insults and an attempt at self defense, she quickly rapped her two massive hands around his neck. It took the man by surprise and he dropped his knife as the taller woman easily lifted him off the ground as her hands slowly got tighter and tighter around his neck.
Bashemath was surprised. The man was so feeble as he tried his best to pry her hands off of his neck, but it seems he just couldn't do it. She was too strong for him. She was better than him. She... she didn't feel useless anymore. This man was nothing to her! She was in charge! She held his life in his hands! She-she killed him. Somehow in her sudden euphoria she seemed to have lost track of time. She didn't know how long she had been holding his neck, nor how tightly, but when she let go of him he dropped and didn't get up. Indentations where she had held onto his neck as if her hands alone had somehow crushed his neck. In a fit of panic she ran away in an attempt to not be blamed for the murder.
Bashemath spent the next few days doing her best to hide her worry. She had just killed a man after all! Was she going to get found out? Was she going to get sent to prison? All those thoughts plagued her mind, but a far more sinister one had as well. That feeling when she was choking him. She felt so alive when she had done it! It had been a few days since she killed the last man, and it seems no one had any leads... could she get away with it again? Would her husband find out?
As time went on Bashemath's urge to have that same euphoric high from the murder grew in her. She could contain it at first, but sooner or later she was bound to crack, and she did. Again going into the night, finding a surprisingly confident and flirty stranger, and then crushing not only their body, but their ego as they watched the woman before them slowly drain the life from their body. The feeling was just as good as before, and after her second kill she decided she was already going to do it again.
Past now being a murder everything seemed to be looking up for Bashemath. She was happier, more talkative, and seemed to smile more. Many attributed this to her now being married, but only she knew what was really helping her smile. The killings. The killings she got away with for almost two years. The killings that no one was aware she was responsible for even while she was pregnant. The killings that went on even after her two kids were born. Although, it was only a matter of time before the law caught up with her.
Bashemath was sitting at home tending two her twin newborns when the police arrived to arrest her. It seems on her last killing she didn't notice the bystander that witness an eight foot woman murder a much smaller man, and with her having such a unique appearance it wasn't like they'd mistake her for someone else. The only reason she probably got away with it for so long was that no one expected a woman to be capable of of causing such physical harm with just her bare hands. 16 people dead in the span of about two years all caused by a woman's hands alone.
It came as a shock to everyone that knew Bashemath when they realized she was the killer. She was just a normal shy girl who loved tending to her much smaller husband's needs. No one knew of her intense, power hungry, side, not even her husband. It was such a shock to him that they got divorced right before she was hauled off to jail. She did have a life sentence after all, and it wasn't like their young children needed to visit a murderer.
Now having been caught, and placed in a tough environment like prison, Bashemath's "true colors" could be shown. Her intense desire to prove she wasn't worthless manifested to violence in prison. She was known to break prisoners bones whenever fights broke out, and sometimes it would take half the force of the prison she was placed in to even take her down. She was like a monster when she was angry, and there was only one solution for such a monster. Nanba Prison. Where else would you place an eight foot tall freak who could break people with her bare hands? In a prison where she'll have to face people trained to combat the worst of the worst like her.
Bashemath was hauled off to Nanba Prison rather early during her life sentence, and made a name for herself rather quickly. She was prone to cause immense physical harm to male prisoners, female prisoners, and even many of the guards did not have the skills to stop her (Although the higher up ones clearly did). Those who witnessed her violent outburst spreading rumors of the female monster who could break people's arms without even trying. It was clear she was going to cause trouble, and she just got pushed higher and higher up the danger list. It seems she was on a one way trip to just straight up be killed by the prison, until one of the smarter guards stepped in to try and stop her monstrous rage altogether.
Looking through Bashemath's file, the guard figured out one key factor in this serial killer's case. She never once harmed her husband. Despite him being the perfect target for her "little" addiction to murder. Under all that monstrous strength and violent tendencies was a woman who cared for her family. A woman who could no longer see her family. Bashemath may have gotten divorced, and was no longer in communication with her husband, but that didn't mean the woman didn't still hold feelings for him, or wondered about her kids, and the guard used that to her advantage. She simply stated that at some point Bashemath would be considered too dangerous to be allowed visits, and if that was the case then she would never get to see her kids again. Even if they did visit the prison. To everyone's surprise this did end up stopping Bashemath.
The reasoning for Bashemath's violent out burst wasn't anger, but in fact just the serial killer inside of her at work. She still wanted to kill people, but didn't want to get killed herself for murdering in prison, so she just settled for breaking people to the brink of death instead. It seemed that she was just that monster that everyone rumored her to be, but underneath all that? Under the addiction to pain and the feeling of superiority she felt when harming others, was still her soft side. Her shy side that loved her husband. Her timid side that kept such a massive woman from harming people (at least before her first kill), and most of all. Underneath all of that was the small shred of her humanity that held a deep love for her children. The guard who spoke to her was smart with her words. She caught on to what was going on inside Bashemath's head and used it to her advantage to quell the eight foot beast before her. She told Bashemath that if she didn't behave, she would never get to see her children again. No face to face visits, no mail from them, nothing. It seemed that was enough to quell the beast, and soon after that conversation she started to calm down. Although she wasn't perfect (still having some outburst but they now seemed to be limited to the person that instigated her instead of it taking a full on force to contain her) it seemed that Bashemath was now one of the most complacent people in the prison. Complacent and docile as she waited and did her best to become a good prisoner so she could move down to one of the less restrictive cells. It took her almost five years to be considered one of the less threatening prisoners and given some of the benefits for not being a hassle, but five years is also enough for her kids to wonder about her mom. To try and ask questions about the woman who left them when they were but only about a year or so old. They were five and six now, and she had waited so long. They would come visit her. Right...... RIGHT?.It seems that the guard who pacified her made one fatal mistake. Gave her a goal with a reward. A reward she might not be able to actually give, and there is no telling what is going to happen if Bashemath isn't given her reward. After all. She's still a monster underneath her now more docile facade.
Ability: Monster
Specifics: Bashemath is frightening woman. Her brute strength is enough to kill a man, her immense size makes it take almost an entire force of normal guards to take her down, and her level of violence when she attacks makes her a true monster.
Theme Song: None
Other:
Name: Torri Tidal Age: 19
Sexuality: Bisexual
ID:1313
Cell Number:100
Building: 13
Appearance:
Torri is quite the adorable looking girl. Big, birght eyes, an adorable nose, and a smile that could melt even some of the toughest guards. She'd be like the adorable little sister if she wasn't in jail. Which shows how much of a lie her little adorable act is. Her broken clothes, and the fact chains and leather restraaints plague her body, prove just how uninncoent she really is.
Hair: White
Eyes: Pinkish red
Skin: Pale
Style: A plain black and white prison suit with many cuts, tears, and holes in it. The guards would usually give her more but they always end up broken by night so instead they just let her sew it back together with he many shackles, leather restraints, and wraps that cover her body.
Personality: Torri break everything. That's all she is. She breaks the chains that holds her, she breaks the people who get near her, and she breaks her own mind and body in the process. No matter what she does something always ends up broken. No matter how hard she tries it never helps. Everything always breaks around her, and she doesn't know why. She tries her hardest to be nice to others, but they always end up screaming in pain whenever she is near. She tries to be nice little prisoner, but the door always ends up broken! She tries to act normal she's sane, but then everyone always says she's mad! Why? Why? can't she just be normal? She never wanted this to happen! She'll be nice to the guards! She'll be nice to the prisoners! Promise! No one will break this time when you let her out, no one will get hurt, honest!
History: There are several rare cases of people in this world being born with powers. Like that boy who seemed to be able to produce fire from his body. People like that who, for some reason, are born with amazing gifts. Yet, no one views them as gifts. They are cursed with powers that make others call them a monster. Some people are lucky and can control their powers, others, like Torii, cannot.
Tori was born into this world already cursed with her power. Her mother, whom had trouble giving birth to her baby, died after her child was born. A seemingly healthy woman suddenly broken upon the child's birth. Doctors chalked it up to bad luck, and they gave the baby to the mourning father. Who took her child home with the best face he could. After all, he couldn't afford his current living with only one pay check, so soon enough he had to move to a pour part of town in one of the most dangerous neighborhoods. The area was shitty, the people were shitty, and soon enough he too became shitty. Depressed beyond repair, the man barley raised his child as the girl was left to her own devices. Breaking parts of the house without getting in trouble either due to fatherly neglect, or the fact the house was probably going to fall apart anyways.
Years went by and the neglected little girl started her first days of school. A the young girl having a bit of trouble making friends due to accidentally hurting a few people, and sometimes breaking a few things. She was deemed a klutz by the class, and was soon enough one of the laughing stocks of the class. Her little stunts, and tendency to hurt people causing her to be not liked, and therefor bullied, by her classmates. As the days went on and things didn't get better. People kept laughing at her, bullying her, and soon enough she grew tired of it. One day, a few months into the school year, it happened. Her power to break things became known. While crying to the teacher one day about how everyone didn't like her, the teacher suddenly snapped beneath her. There was only a scream of pain, followed by complete silence, and then confusion. What happened to the teacher? Why was she positioned like that? Torri was so busy with her thoughts about what happened that she didn't even notice the other students come in.
The students, whom had come back in for recess (Torri had chose to stay behind to cry to the teacher) were shocked to find the disformed body of their teacher, and non other than Torri standing above her. Some of the students screamed, others called Torri out on doing... something, to the teacher, and soon enough the whole hall was being told of what Torri had done. Torri was so upset and afraid. She hadn't done this! She-she never meant for this to happen! She ran at the other students, not in anger, but to simply get out of the school and run home to her father to cry. Yet the students were far too young to understand that, and were pushing each other to get out of her way. This of course didn't end well and the door was still blocked by kids by the time she reached it, and when she reached the door... Something terrible happened.
Bodies broke, the building broke. So many people in that school hall died, or were harmed greatly. No one was mentally prepared for what had happened that day, not even Torri, so when the cops arrived to pick up a child who had apparently murdered a large sum of her class, the girl was far too busy crying to actually act out again. People were surprised to see such a young girl be the culprit, but the schools in the camera don't lie, and she was sentenced to life in adult prison when she was still only young enough to be in elementary school. It was horrible to send such a young person there, but murder is murder, and she killed many.
She was, of course, kept away from the other prisoners due to her young age, but the only place safe to keep the young girl was solitary confinement, as putting her in other areas of segregation placed in only a few feet away from pedophiles and the like, so instead they just kept her in solitary. Another big mistake.
Solitary confinement is a punishment, a cruel mental one that one her age, after witnessing the death of so many, should not be put through. It seems that after breaking so many people, and so many things, that it was finally time for her power to break herself. To break her mentally. She wanted to be free, she wanted people to love her, and she most of all wanted people to not be afraid of her, but in prison? The prisoners were mean, and the guards knew what she was capable of so many kept a distance from her. She wanted love, parental affection, and she longed greatly to be outside again.
It was only a matter of time before she started to break things again. First it was the door to her solitary confinement chamber. She hung around the outside for a bit before she was shooed back inside another one of the solitary rooms. The second time she broke out into the main prison, and ended up harming a few of the prisoners who got near her. The third time she ended up breaking the wall to her solitary confinement room, and almost caused the whole prison to collapse. It was quite clear she was going to be breaking out of prisons for a long time, and was already far more dangerous criminal despite being so young. There was only one place for a girl like her, and that was behind the walls of Nanba Prison.
Being around only ten, Torri had already been sent to one of, if not the, greatest prison in the world. With only one successful escape, and guards used to dealing with people far more deadly than her. Despite her being, probably, one of the youngest people sentenced to prison, she soon gathered a name for herself inside the prison as well. A young girl capable of breaking out of her cell whenever she wanted to, a girl capable of breaking any chains they put on her. Yet she was still one thing, a little girl. A little girl who had already experienced, death, murder, and jail and was still not even considered an adult by the law. Her life experiences having done one thing, and that was break her. Little Torri wanted nothing more than to feel loved and have a family, and such an accommodating prison like Nanba was quick to supply that for her. Using the little girl's broken mind, they tried to abuse it to make her complacent in her cell by trying to convince her that the prison was her family. The many prisoners in Nanba? All potential friends! The guards? Her family of course! Despite Torri probably knowing this to be a lie, she latched onto the facade and went along with it. After all she had never had a mom, siblings, or a father who loved her, and the people here were kind to her, and that's all she needed. She grew accustomed to her life in a cell. Her little curse to break things being confined to only her room. It seemed things were going to be alright for the little girl as long as they kept her away from the other prisoners. Yet nothing is ever that simple. Torri loved her "family" but she never got to speak to any of the prisoners, or "friends" that she could make! It had been years since she got her, and now she was about as old as everyone else here! Why couldn't she go seem them? She knew her family wouldn't like it... but she had to see them!
Soon enough Torri was out and about, breaking out of her cell constantly to go and see people. Wheather it be a
Ability: Break.
Specifics: Torri is a lot like Jyugo. Where Jyugo can Break out of anything. Torri can simply break something. The door, the wall, the chains you put on her. No matter what it is, Torri seems to be able to break it. This makes it hard to stop her, especially when she starts breaking people.
Theme Song: None
Other: Torri has to touch people to break them, but that only counts if she does the touching. Feel free to beat her into submission if she doesn't listen. She would also never break a guard on purpose. They are her "family" after all.
Name: Zilla DelilahAge: 19
Sexuality: Straight
ID:1387
Cell Number: 67
Building: 3 (13 formally)
Appearance:
Zilla could be described as a "bomb shell". If it wasn't for the fact she had to wear a prison suit she would probably showing off fare more than she is already. With a confident strut, a sexy smile, and proportions that could attract the eyes of an abstaning piest shows just how attractive she really is, and the good care of Nanaba prison has made her stay that way. Just don't get to close to her, unless you want to be robbed blind of what little you own in a prison.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Yellow
Skin: Lightly tanned/slightly brown
Style: An orange prison suit with a zipper in the front she doesn't bother to pull up all the way.
Personality: Zilla is a confident and flirty girl. She knows she's sexy, she knows she's hot, and she knows she's in a male dominated prison. Which to her means profit. You see, Zilla is a bit of a kleptomaniac. She tends to always be stealing things, and when you're as good as it as she is, you tend to not get caught. With her sneaky skills at hand, and a body to keep people distracted from her hands, she has been known as the girl who could steal a knife from the cafeteria, get a hold of a guard's keys, and the girl who could hide almost anything from the guards. She's a sneaky little girl, and you never know that if her flirts to distract her targets, or because she's genuinely interested in someone.
History: Zilla was born as the daughter of a gang leader who lived along the Mexican American border. The gang specialized in drug trafficking, but wouldn't mind bring other things over the border for a higher price. Now young little Zilla was the daughter of a gang leader. She was treated like a little princess and was kept out of the business for a rather long time. Her father even trying his best to keep the young girl away from the other members of the gang after she started to developed in a few places. She became a beautiful young lady, with a pension for flirting. Her father tried his best to keep his daughter's hands off of his gang members, but even he couldn't stop the occasional one night stand the girl had with the gang members (many of whom died after he found out).
It seems that Zilla was more than just a pretty girl. She had some serious skills in sneaking if she could sneak a man into her room, have sex with him, and then get him out of there without the entire gang knowing (Zilla would usually tattle on the gang members herself if they didn't pleasure her well enough). Recognizing her daughter had a knack for keeping things hidden he sent her to work for the gang.
Zilla fit right in with the drug traffickers. Partly because she was the daughter of their boss, partly because she was hot, and partly because she was amazing at her job. Zilla's skill at hiding thins was far beyond what anyone thought was humanly possible. She could fill a car to the brim with drugs and send it across the border without anyone being the wiser, she could hide a gun on her body and get it through a metal detector, and her most amazing feat was when she somehow pulled an entire smg out from between her breast. To be honest everyone was shocked that day. It seemed the gang had spawned the perfect little drug trafficker.
Despite being good at hiding things, Zilla was also good at stealing and being unseen. Somehow able to hide herself in large crowds, sneak a watch off someone without them even noticing, and not bump into a single person. Although, when she was caught she was just as unseen as before. After all. When everyone is too busy looking at the balloons on your chest, they tend to not notice when you snatch their wallet. Especially when you shake them, or just stick them against someone. Zilla has gotten away with stealing the shirt right of someone who was too busy gawking at her before.
With such good skills as a thief, and as a trafficker, the gang was starting to feel invincible with her at their side. Yet the gang's little trafficking business was soon to go south. While crossing the border one day, the gang was going about their inspection like normal one day, until one of the cops seem to miraculously find out every single hiding spot Zilla had. Turns out they had a rat somewhere in the gang, but there would be no time for revenge, as Zilla, along with the rest of the gang there that day, all were sent of to jail for being drug traffickers.
Zilla was a bit distraught for being jailed at first. After all, she was a very pretty girl, and was now placed in a prison with a bunch of tough girls who would love to have their way with her, but she wasn't just a pretty face. She was the daughter of a gang leader, and soon got around to commanding a good portion of the prison under her. If Zilla was just your average everyday drug trafficker she might have just stayed as the top of that small prison, but Zilla was no average girl. With her flirty talent, skill in stealing, and ability to hide things, Zilla was able to steal several guns off the guards who she flirted with while during her stay at prison. Handing off guns to the others prisoners she lead the charge of a prison rebellion that was shut down almost immediately. After all. She could only steal a few guns, and the guards would catch on sooner or later. With a failed rebellion on her hand, and a respect for her skill now know throughout the prison, Zilla was sent to an even tougher prison. Where the same thing happened, and then it happened again. Zilla kept showing just how skilled she was at stealing things until she made a name for herself throughout the entire Mexican prison system. It got so bad to the point that she was decided by the Mexican government to be sent to Nanba prison.
While there, Zilla still made a mockery of some of Nanba prison's guards. Although not able to steal a gun yet. She has stolen several knifes from he cafeteria, at least one key, and has stolen food straight out of another prisoner's hands before they got one bite out of it. She is an extremely skilled thief with the strange ability to hide things in ways others think not possible, and as such it is warned you should always be on your guard with her around. Especially if she is flirting with you.
Ability: The Trafficker's Talent
Specifics: Zilla is amazing with her hands, and even better with her body. She seems to have a latent ability to go unseen when she wants to, and has a sleight of hand on a nearly inhuman level. Her hands move at break neck speeds to steal everything from your wallet to your watch. While also having you not even know you're there. All of her skills require you to simply not be paying attention to her, but even if you see her she isn't one afraid to sue her body to get what she wants. She'll flirt with you, touch you in places, and even let you touch her if it distracts you long enough for her to steal. When she steals though, good luck finding the item on her. She is an expert at hiding things in the prison and on her self. She is so good at this in fact that she has, on several occasions, been noted to somehow pull rather large items from seemingly out of no where as if she somehow pulled it out of the void. Any and all missing weapons in her cell block should be reported to a higher up immediately, as she may be trying to gather up supplies for another prison riot.
Theme Song: None
Other: Due to the fact she always hides a lot of stolen stuff on her person, any guard is allowed to do a random strip search of her if they feel she is suspicious. Just be careful though, as you might end up losing more than what you got from her if you try anything funny while searching her.
Name: Etana BubonaAge: 19
Sexuality: Straight
ID: 0516
Cell Number:52
Building: 3 (5 formally)
Appearance:
Etana is an interesting sight to behold. Wearing nothing but a cat themed jacket, and some underwear, she looks more like a cosplayer rather than a terrorist. What little height she has, standing at only five feet, makes her look more like a short little girl at a distance, but as one gets close to her they can see her more sisnister side. Each and every one of her teeth are sharp like a shark's, while her nails seem to be as deadly as a tigers, and her eyes hold the look of a wild beast who is stalking her prey. Making the only thing about her that looks human is the fact that she's at least wearing some articles of clothing.
Hair:Sandy blond
Eyes: Red
Skin: Dark/tan
Style: Etana was placed in prison with the same clothes she was wearing before she was jailed. The only changes made to the clothes she was wearing was sewing up a few places on the hands so she would stop scratching people.
Personality: Etana puts the wild in wild animal. For a human she acts far more like a wolf rather than a civil and sentient being. She tends to be seen stalking after other prisoners and attacking them, or she could be seen displaying herself (as in on her back or head down) when she's being looked at by the guards she has respect for. Her lack of table manors, bathing habits, and missing human decency tell the tale of the wild beast she was. Attacking people, killing people, and doing far worse to them shows just how cruel she is, or rather was. Ever since she's been behind bars she's been a bit better. Her attacks on people now ending with very few injuries for either side, and her concept of what it's like to be a civil being are slowly coming to fruition. Even if she still lacks a lot of proper qualities any human being should have. Making her more a pet dog than a dangerous wolf nowadays.
History: Etana's history is quite a mystery. She was found working with a terrorist group in some third world country out where there was little human advancement to be found, but instead where many small villages dotted the land, while the rest was open space used for either roads, or the many small groups of raiders that made the open space away from the law their home. The area was cruel, and one needed to be cruel to survive, and the land was far from what many humans would consider a proper place to live.
The conditions were so bad, that the life Etana had could be considered not even human. From the moments the raiders found her she was treated like a tool. A means to an end. She was beaten, raped, and used by the group who had stolen her from her home. Trapped in a cage whenever she wasn't being used, and fed scraps off the table like a dog. All Etana could remember was her life being like this, so it shouldn't be that much of a surprise that she ended up so wild.
The terrorist group who had stolen her from her home had spent years using her for their personal gain, or sick and twisted fantasies. She was broken beyond thinking she was human, and even to them she was less than a human, so of course one day they would through her in their little fighting ring. Captured travelers were always tossed into the ring, forced to defend themselves against other humans or animals. Whatever the terrorist thought would be fun that day. They thought throwing her in with one of the dogs would make for a great show, but no one was ready for when Etana turned the fight on its head and defeated the dog. Everyone there was quite surprised to see the girl win, but it pissed them off as well. They put her in there to die, but instead she lived! They forced Etana into fights with several other animals. Each one fell by her hand.
The terrorist were shocked to find a girl with such power. It seemed she still had a use for them, and as such was going to live another day. Another day trapped in a cage, another day living off scraps, another day being used in sick ways, but now that she could also fight for them she was allowed outside every once and awhile to be put back into the ring.
Even more years passed and Etana's popularity among the terrorist grew as she kept on winning their little pit matches. People even started to consider training the girl to be like a real wild beast. Sharpening her teeth and nails to help give her the look of a beast. She was placed in the arena as the star of the show as she killed dogs, wild hyenas, tigers, and even humans! Her rewards for wining each match was either some "personal" time outside of her cage with a man, or she was allowed to dine of the meat of those she killed. Meaning on some occasions she has cannibalized other humans.
Her life was a repeat of that for years at a time. Cage, kill, cage, kill. It seemed she was destined to always be a beast trapped in a cage, but of course this wasn't to be true if she was jailed in Nanba prison is it? Eventually, after years of being a beast in a cage, the military of the nation actually came around to taking care of the terrorist raiding their lands, and sent a troop to put a stop to their attacks. The terrorist were far from prepared for this attack, and so sent their little beast girl, along with the other animals they had captured, after their military. Of course Etana was no match for an armed force on her own, and was one of the first people captured on the raid. Now being faced with charges of terrorism, Etana was looking for a life time sentence in jail. A sentence most people think she did not understand. After all, she didn't understand any languages, tended to attack people like she was still in a cage match, and got a bit too touchy feely with the guards who were a bit nicer to her (her acts of affection for them looking more like how your Dog tries to seek affection). At first many just chalked it up as something they could deal with, but when Etana almost escaped after murdering a prisoner and attempting to eat them, it was quite clear this girl might be a bit too much for a third world prison to handle. Many might have just wanted to kill her for being a cannibal, but after the other terrorist confessed to what they did to the girl, it was clear she was not totally at fault for what she did. Yet despite this fact, they couldn't allow such a dangerous girl to stay here. There options were to either kill her, or send her off to a more proper prison that could possibly give her the proper help she needed to perhaps one day rejoin normal society and live like as an actual human, and not some caged beast.
Recounting the fact Etana could kill a tiger bare handed caused the prison to decided she was worthy of being a prisoner in Nanba (and there for be placed in an advanced prison that probably had the tools to truly help here). She was sent to Nanba prison soon after where the tough guards, extra money, and time did wonders to help her. Etana was firstly noted to be capable of understanding human speech there, then she started to speak herself, and just recently it seems she finally starting to learn the basics of common sense. At the rate she's learning, maybe she'll be a normal human in no time, but until then? You're just going to have to deal with her pack mentality, tendency to bully weaker jail members, and the fact she still doesn't understand what it's okay to show/talk about with other prisoners/guards.
Ability: Wild Animal
Specifics: Etene has sharp teeth and nails like a carnivore that she uses harm and kill things. She has spent all her known life fighting off other animals, even being able to kill a tiger by using her sharp teeth and nails. Although, it's not just sharp teeth and nails she has, as she also claims to have a great sense of smell as well as hearing. She's more like a wild animal than a human, but she's learning.
Theme Song: None
Other: Etene's ability to speak may or may not have been due to the guards teaching her. I'll leave that up to the rp on whether or not she speak fully well, or is using some broken speech to get by.
Etene's weir clothing could be explained by either her killing someone the terrorist captured and taking their clothes, or something the terrorist made for her to laugh at the fact she acts more like an animal than a human.
Mod
”I’ve killed alot of people, Saved a lot of em too. Not all crimes are of pure evil intent.”
Prisoner Information
Cell Number: 27
Building: 13
Prisoner Number: 1845
Special Ability: Open Book
Ability Description: Alexander can read anybody like an open book. Their feelings, their pasts, their measurements. Just by looking at someone he is able to completely understand and know everything about them. As if he had known them their entire life. The use of his ability in the past, on all those he has killed. Had some adverse effects to his body. Such as losing the ability to see in one eye completely. If he reads people from to long a distance or through a television broadcast. He can often cause himself a headache along with giving the target of his ability a headache as well. Which has made it difficult to use undetected around the older guards of the prison.
Crimes Committed:
Numerous counts of 1st degree murder. Rumored to be in the double or even triple digits.
12 counts of 2nd Degree murder
Gun Trafficking
Drug Trafficking
Self prostitution
Possession of Illegal firearms & weapons
Possession of Narcotics/ Non Prescribed behind counter drugs
Grand theft / Priceless Art / Auto / Government Property
General Information
”Think i’m starting to understand why people don’t like me looking into their lives.”
First name: Alexander
Middle name(s): James
Surname: Drake
Age: 35
Date of birth: October 26th
Race:
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Current residence: Nanba Prison / Building 13 / Cell 27
Relationship status: Married
Social status: Ex- Upper Class
Traits of Voice
”What?. You expecting me to say something profound? I’m just a handyman.”
Accent (if any): No real accent. Average american english
Language spoken: English
Other languages known: German, Japanese, French, Italian
Style of speaking: Speaks in a laid back tone. Known to become dead serious if something is said about his family or where his loyalties lie.
Volume of voice: Average volume. Though voice is known to carry.
Physical Appearance
Height: 7.3ft
Weight: 220 lbs
Eye colour: Blue
Skin colour: White
Shape of face: More defined Jawline
Distinguishing features: Eye patch,
Build of body: Incredibly toned and muscular body.
Hair colour: Natural white hair. (Not from age!)
Hair style: Long, Tied up on back of head.
Complexion: Clear Complexion
Posture: Laid back posture.
Tattoos: Black Tribal esque tattoo covering upper back.
Piercings: N/A
Typical clothing: The prison has allowed him to walk around in a black collared shirt and jeans. Belt buckle is made of metal, though is checked before leaving his cell. To make sure he hasn’t sharpened it to use as a weapon again.
Is seen by others as: An old man, by comparison to a good portion of the prisoners in Nanba. Though he is respected by quite a few prisoners due to his admirable desire to keep an order.
Personality
”I’d do anything for family. But scum like you, I’d kill you for free.”
Likes:
Money: What isn’t there that you cannot get with money. No happiness is something you can definitely attain with money. Alexander is the greatest example of that fact. You could pay him to do almost anything, same situation with bartering. If something has value, it has value to Alex. The only thing money cannot buy, is his loyalty, love, and devotion to his family. Which means, you could just as easily be a paycheck for him if you have made enemies.
Food: If you cannot purchase his services with money, give the man a promise of amazing food. He will be as compliant as a butler with a fear of failure. What you cannot get through his wallet, you can get through his love of anything delicious. Which is probably one of the reasons has stayed docile for so long in Nanba prison.
Respecting Women: While he may not be the most chivalrous of men around. He still carries a very high degree of respect for the women around him. Prison or otherwise. If you are a man disrespecting a woman near him. You better hope its not a woman he treats as a friend. Cause he would do much worse than many of the women in the prison.
Dislikes:
Avoiding Questions: If there is something that he doesn’t like about someone, and they ask him if he’s got a problem. He doesn’t just back off and say its nothing. If you have a problem with him, or have a problem with something. Not telling him or changing the subject, will most likely end up in pissing him off more than the original reason.
Ignorance to “The food chain.” If you are a new prisoner to Nanba, or new to anything in life. If you expect to be treated like a veteran of a place the moment you waltz in. You might just have made Alexander’s highly coveted shit list. While he is normally a rather nice guy about things. If you are new and rub him the wrong way. He knows what guards turn a blind eye at the offer of a pack of smokes.
Keeping things in balance: Alexander has lived a rather good life in an out of prisons, and an even better one in Nanba prison. He doesn’t mind stirring shit up as long as it has an equally positive or negative effect to its target. If you arrive into “his” domain of nearly 15 years. Just to be a shit disturber without knowledge of the repercussions, don’t expect to be in his good graces.
Education: As stated previously, he has basic high school level education from prison programs. Though his education technical changes and gets added to by every person he reads.
Fears: Unknown, Aside from the irrelevant fear of bankruptcy
Personal goals: Some think that he just wants to escape the prison and go back to doing what he does best. Some think he wants to become a teacher at the prison. Some even think he wants to someday take over the job of the warden.
General attitude:
Religious values:
General intelligence:Despite not going to a normal university or college. Along with only really being taught through prison schooling systems. He has learned almost everything he knows by using his ability. If someone knows thermonuclear astrophysics, he just has to use his ability and he will know it aswell. He used his ability on almost all of the prison’s detectives and therapists. So he has an incredibly formidable intelligence. The old man is not to be taken lightly.
General sociability: One might think with his past, present, and possible future transgressions. He would be a cold calculating man with no room in his heart for anything other than coldness. Well, he is the exact opposite, he can be social, rowdy, and quite caring for his fellow prisoners. He has almost persuaded the Warden to train him as a guard and let him serve his sentence that way.
Health
”Yeah, yeah, I know doc, bright lights blah blah. Eye patch is going on.”
Illnesses (if any): If you can call his ability an illness due to its negative effects.
Allergies (if any): Cats, Bright lights, Teenagers.
Sleeping habits: 8 - 10 hours
Energy level: Rather Average.
Eating habits: Eats quite alot to make sure he has all the right energy to keep his brain working to its fullest.
Memory: Near perfect Memory.
Any unhealthy habits: Reading peoples minds just to give them a headache...
History
”Wanted posters, My god!, Who is that drop dead gorgeous white haired man!.”
Birth country: Italy
Hometown: Sicily
Childhood:
Alexander was born into a family of rich parents, big homes, and full wallets. He was home taught until the age where he was able to attend a private school. Where he would be a rather normal child for quite a few years. He drank juice, played outside, climbed trees, flew kites. Anything a child could ever want, he got. He was surrounded by kids who were also always considered happy. His most memorable experience from this stage in his life, was when he went to france with his parents. The view from the very top of the eiffel tower seemed to mean more than anything in the world. Atleast, at the time it seemed it was.
Teen years:
It was the day Alexander turned 13, His first few hours stepping into the world of being an early teenager. He was finally in the middle school esque building of his private school’s campus. Where he met his new best friend and future partner in crime. Henry Einz, A boy with dark brown hair, cut in an odd fashion to the rest of the preppy students surrounding them on the day to day. Henry was a trouble maker, delinquent, urchin. Any derogitory word for being a bad kid that the prefects or teachers could come up with. He fit the description rather perfectly. Since the parents of this boy had payed for his education in full from kindergarten to highschool graduation. The school could not give hard enough reason to expel him. When you give a trouble maker near “diplomatic immunity” in school. It is never good. Case in point, how Henry managed to bring Alexander into it. Though in all truth, it wasn’t really hard for Henry to get him to do things. Considering he was so eager to be “Naughty.” Then as they went through the school system. They went from being just regular troublemaking brats, to what the 12th years referred to as. Handymen. If a student could get enough allowance together to pay them. They’d do nearly anything. The handyman title granted Alexander and Henry, Quite the infamous name for themselves. Since the school board couldn’t do anything other than give them detention and punishments. “That they would skip out of.” They were taking money to do anything from asking a girl out for someone, to delivering a “firecracker special” To another student's locker. It would be done. Then once the teachers had finally rid the school of the “Handymen.” They moved onto more interesting work. -Classified: Nanba Prison Regulation Statute T-7 -
Adult years: Not much can really be said. Refer to criminal record, As I am sure I could write up some really morbid stuff in here. XD
Past places of residence: Several Safe Houses Spread out across europe. Brothels...
History of family: - Information Classified -
Briefly explain life story: See to previous informations. XP Typing hands are getting tired.
Relationships
”Shit, Were we supposed to kill that guy?. What do you mean you don’t know?!”
Parents:
Mother - Deceased
Father - Deceased
Siblings:
Brother Deceased
Any enemies (and why):
Children:
Julia (Jewels) Drake - 17 - Prison#
Friends: TBA
Best friend(s):
Important friends/relatives (explain):
Love interest (if there is one):
Mod
”Hey most of those jackasses had it coming. I didn’t have any quarrel with them. They were just on the wrong side of my paycheck.”
Peaceful or violent: Known to be exceptionally violent when it is required of him. Though has proven to be quite docile unless directly provoked.
Weapon (if applicable): Extremely Dangerous with any firearm. Never approach with any loaded gun. Especially if you have given him a warning.
Style of fighting: Why he has made a name for himself and his work with guns.
Others
”That’s alot of targets with guns. Guess It’s not going to be an easy mission now...”
Occupation: Ex Handyman, Assassin, Drug Seller, Weapons dealer, Escort,
Current home: Nanba prison, Cell 27. 205, Inescapable Avenue
Favourite types of food: You had him at Food.
Favourite types of drink: Hard Liquors of many sorts.
Hobbies/pastimes: Playing pool, Blackjack, Darts, Five Finger Fillet.
Guilty pleasures: Listening to recordings of irish bag pipe music remix’s.
Pet peeves: A cluttered cell, cellmates doing stupid things, cellmates.
Pets: Would it be wrong to say Henry?
Talents: Can play darts, pool, and shoot guns with one eye closed...
Favourite colours: Sea foam green
Favourite type of music: Swing / Electro Swing
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhyhP...
”Hey Henry, show em your tap dancing skills.”
Mod
Mod
Age: 18
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Prison Number: 47
Block: 3
Cell: 52
Prisoner/Warden: Prisoner
Crime: She collected people in a vast and alarming prison of her own, capturing them and maintaining her own prisoners in a place carved below the sewer system.
Appearance:
Hair: Pink, usually tied back in a ponytail, aside from two strands. It's cute and raggedy.
Eyes: Crimson in the pupil, pink in the iris.
Skin: Pale
Style: Sweet and cute. She's often out of uniform because... she tailors the outfits to be sundresses or halter tops. She's a fashionista.
Personality: You could call her "fake" or "plastic," but in reality, she just uses that as a shield for her wild genius. She's a social expert. She knows what people like and what they dislike. And... she thinks it's ridiculous that human psychological testing is so limited! She would hide everything about who she is to obtain her own desires... even if she has studied much. But never herself.
History: So much of it is illegal... So, at a young age, she started kidnapping her fellow classmates. People on the street. Strangers. Friends. They were all kidnapped... by a child, no less. A five year old looking for her mommy. A ten year old wanting guidance to the nearest mall. A thirteen year old asking someone to walk her home. A sixteen year old... asking to experience the adult things of life.
She tricked them all, building up her own zoo below the city. Every single one imprisoned, sometimes for years, and forced to fight over the food she purchased, usually in very inadequate amounts, and participate in 'tests' she came up with. Some of which had very questionable results and answers about the human psyche, and others with results of the most violent sort...
Now that she's in prison, though... Well, someone got away when she tried to lock them up, and her little study was ousted. And... well, she was sentenced to life in prison in Nanba prison for crimes against humanity... that doesn't keep her from experimenting on her fellow inmates, though!
Ability: None
Other: She is a mad scientist/sociologist, who master-manipulates those around her. Please don't make your characters know that she's got ulterior motives. If you were approached by a cute girl who asked you to do something simple for her, would you rudely say no, and demand that the girl stop acting happy and plastic on the spot? No. Just because you've read the sheet doesn't mean you can ostracize this monster. By all measurements, she is a sweet, beautiful, popular girl, who conceals her crime for the sake of her social status.
Mod
"I do not like the rain. I do not hate it though. Plants require water and rain provides it naturally. However, on rainy days, I cannot update the log so I do not like the rain."
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Rene Emerson Mackenzie
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │(view spoiler)
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Occasionally goes by Emerson rather than Rene
│ Aɢᴇ │ 12
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ April 9th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 6:35
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Aries
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 4
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ﹕│ 218
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Male
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Asexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ None
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Gabrielle Morgon
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
Name Unknown
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Unknown
Name Scythia Mackenzie
Relation » Adoptive Mother |◦ 39 » ◦| Status » Alive
Name Bernard Mackenzie
Relation » Adoptive Father |◦ 42 » ◦| Status » Alive
"I really do not care what you think of me. Leave if you want, I do not mind."
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Dark Brown
│ Eʏᴇs │ Big Blue Eyes
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 5’0”, small short kid who doesn’t have any muscle or fat on him.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Ryu
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│ N/A
"There are so many different plants in the word, all that can be used for good and for bad. I only like learning all their capabilities. I never meant to hurt anyone."
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│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│ Pharmacist (Herbalist)
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│Herbology- he doesn’t do much else besides read. Experimenting with poisons and medicines.
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Ability to make medicines, sedatives, poisons etc from just plants (he dabbles in medical practices with animal parts but he can’t stomach a lot of it).
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ﹕│Poisoned the water system of an entire city. Many casualties, some injured/permanently scarred.
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Rene is a contradictive person. He is a very closed in person who doesn’t seem to stray from his usual habits and what he is confident in. This is incorrect however, he is immensely curious about everything and fascinating with specific things enough to become obsessively fixated on it until he figures it all out. He is just socially awkward and doesn’t know how to interact with people (lost in his own world) which can throw many people off. He acts indifferent towards a lot of people and things but he is actually rather sensitive and observant. Rene just doesn’t know how to properly socialize with people due to his inexperience. As soon as you’re able to break through that barrier, he is a caring guy that will want to help them out any way that he can. He is just very shy and rather stick his nose in a book or focus on his work.
Rene is a child prodigy. He consists of a vast intelligence that absorbs any information he comes across but despite that, he is still very ignorant and naïve. This is especially true in the art of dealing with people. Because of this, he tends to only talk in short and sharp sentences that do not hold anything back. He is notorious for being blunt and honest, always getting to the point with complete ignorance to other’s feelings. However, he is able to reflect and observe people (when he isn’t absorbed by his work thus ignoring everything) and is able to tell if the people close to him are feeling something. He just doesn’t know how to deal or react to it.
Rene is obsessed with plants-to say it frankly. He loves learning all that he can from them (what they can do) and exploring new ways to make their products better and more efficient. He did dedicate his life to it after all.
Rene, his seemingly antisocial behavior and cold exterior, despite, he isn’t an aggressive person. He isn’t hostile and rarely gets angry, only confused or irritated. He is rather docile and a complete pacifist. He couldn’t fight to save his life, not even verbally (well not on purpose anyway). Thus, he feels incredibly guilty and horribly for the accident he caused that resulted in him killing multiple people. It’s a trauma that is slowly eating at him.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Plants (especially poisonous ones)
☻ Books
☻ Learning
☻ Ginger Roots
☻ Small Spaces
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Loud and Nosy People
☹ Ignorance
☹ Secrets
☹ Meat
☹ Shorts/T-shirts
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Intelligence
✮ Knowledge-Herbology
✮ Info Keeping/Writing
✮ Indifference
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Physique (he literally can’t run, has no strength and no speed)
☆ Socializing
☆ Sensitivity
☆ Workaholic
☆ Any Sort Of Book
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Social Interactions
✗ Nudity (especially himself infront of other’s he’s insecure and shy)
✗ Spiders
✗ Loud Noises
"This is embarrassing…"
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Rene was born taking the life of his own mother. She unfortunately died during child birth and leaving him with no family. His biological father had skipped out as soon as he had learned of her pregnancy and her parents had died a few years prior while she had been an only child. She didn’t keep in touch with her extended family, since they disowned her as soon as they learned that she was having a baby while being unmarried.
Thus, as soon as the orphaned Rene was old enough, he was put up for adoption. Fortunately, many couples are interested in infant children to adopt and he was adopted by a nice couple who were both doctors. His new father Bernard was working as a nurse (though took a leave to focus on looking after the infant) while his adoptive mother, Scythia was a surgeon.
When he turned two years old, the couple had begun working a lot as their careers really took off and the hospital they worked at became very busy so they were rarely home. They arranged for their neighbor (since they lived in a rather large and nice apartment building) to come and check up on him and provide him with meals when they couldn’t. This meant that Rene was left alone a lot. A rather risky thing for a toddler to be allowed to do. Fortunately, the curious child was more interested in learning how to do things on his own and how to read and write in the language he kept seeing. With some assistance from his neighbor, he was soon as well informed as any 5-year-old that already underwent a year of school-if not more.
When they could be around, they were doting and very kind but Rene felt a clear distance between them and as soon as he was given an iPad device to play games on but he invested on reading material and utilizing the internet app (the neighbor showed him) which he used to do some searching. It wasn’t too long before he found out that he wasn’t their child but adopted (a word he did have to search to understand). However, he kept the fact he knew to himself and instead just pushed it aside in favour of ignorance.
Rene was four when an unusual ‘bring your child to work day’ appeared and they eagerly brought him to their work. He learned that they talked about him a lot (despite not knowing him too well at all which didn’t make sense to him but he let it slide).
Not too much time passed before an emergency was called and Bernard was rushed off to attend to the patient coming in who was in critical condition. Rene caught a glimpse of the man passing by in a gurney and noticed a horrible reaction to what he later learned was a poisonous plant. (A plant that had been smuggled in and a case that the police had been on). After seeing this, his curiosity was spiked to the max and thus began his eager search of plant information.
He quickly learned all he could from the books he could get his hands on. He was fascinated with plant properties and how they could be utlizied in medicines, sedatives and even poisons. His curiosity more focused on poisons. However, he investigated all he could gain factually online and all the books located in the library. He began taking care of selective plants (he convinced his neighbor to get for him), noting the best growth conditions, how to keep them maintained and even the best harvesting time. He wished he could get out of the apartment and to begin a greenhouse of an assortment of plants so he could learn more.
However, he also knew if he wanted to learn everything he could, he needed to contact with professionals. Fortunately, his parent’s connections allowed him to get into a specialized university that had courses focusing on herbology, plant biology and other majors that connected to becoming a pharmacist.
He ‘graduated’ (despite not even finishing primary school (home tutor/online courses) each major by the age of nine and became a certified pharmacist a few weeks later.
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|Currently|
In the last few months, he was invited (voluntold) to the city’s water system. They were hoping to get his assistance in some plant growth problem they’d discovered at certain underground access points. He was tripped suddenly and a toxin he’d been carrying in his bag rolled out and found itself spilling into the city’s water supply without anyone’s knowledge.
When deaths began popping up randomly around the city, Rene recognized the symptoms and figured out what happened. He quickly synthesized an antidote which he distributed around to hospitals to use on the sick and recently affected citizens. When the crisis was handled, the death toll was rather large and Rene admitted to his involvement in the ordeal.
He was sentenced quickly for his crime, something he allowed for the guilt was eating at him. He wasn’t given any special treatment for being a minor, but he couldn’t be placed in a normal prison nor somewhere in the city. It didn’t help that there were many rumors surrounding Rene for his interest in poisons (many patients claimed that he had tested poisons on them but they got ill due to allergies that Rene wasn’t informed of).
Due to the many conditions and severity of his crime, he was sent to Nanba prison (where he couldn’t use his knowledge to escape). They also aimed to scar the child from doing any other crimes in the future once he is released.
He’s been in Nanba prison for the last few weeks now and is uncomfortable with the place as a whole. He has managed to isolate himself in the library as much as he can.
"I did not know that. I will write it down."
Name: Cyan Age: 24
Sexuality: straight/ bi-curious
Prisoner Number: 1713
Block: 7
Crime: theft of rare literature, artifacts, and jewels, as well as mass mayhem and vandalism of works she'd deemed "garbage", and multiple counts of attempted murder.
Appearance: http://s3.amazonaws.com/cdn.roosterte...
Hair: Long crimson red
Eyes: golden/honey brown
Skin: pale with freckles
Style: A one-size too big jumpsuit that keeps her large breasts from being seen too easily, and also restricts her movements in her legs. She was able to bleach it, so the orange is more muted than normal; her way of keeping her femininity.
Personality: she tends to be up for a jailbreak, more so if she hears about new books by her favorite authors are being released. she's pretty quiet and laid back, unless you touch her things then she goes full PMS storm of destruction and death.
Likes: good books, shiny things, chocolate, soft things,
Dislikes: being interrupted when reading, spicy foods, people taking or touching her things,
History: Cyan was the youngest and only daughter in a raised in an upper-middle-class family of 7, 4 older brothers who would visit her time-to-time, though her parents disowned her after her second conviction of theft and attempted murder of several book critics who's opinions were wrong.
She's been in several other prisons before this, and only had a handful of issues, most of which included her being violent towards other inmates and guards; of course, she claimed self-defense but after the tenth guard was sent to the infirmary with critical injuries no one could be sure anymore.
Ability: extreme flexibility
Specifics: Cyan can literally become jello if she wanted to; she can pop her joints, any joint, out and back in easily. This helps her break into places to get objects/items she wants, and also to get out of restrains.
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zcs93...
Other: her brothers, Taiki, Haru, Kyo, and Shingo, all work in some form of their parents' business.
Taiki: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...
Haru: http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljxoy9...
Kyo: http://images6.fanpop.com/image/answe...
Shingo: http://ri.pinger.pl/pgr162/980b047200...
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”He never says anything, he just stares at us. What is wrong with him?.” - Guard talking about henry.
Prisoner Information
Cell Number: 3
Special Containment Details:
Must never be allowed access to any sharp solid tool/object/weapon.
Must be chained tightly to the walls of cell by Wrists/Elbows/Ankles/Neck/Waist At all times.
Must be fed by prisoner #1845 to avoid altercations with a guards safety.
Building: 13
Prisoner Number: 1845
Special Ability: “Razor”
Ability Description: The ability that was simply called “Razor” by prisoner #1845. Is quite the dangerous ability with the wrong intentions. While prison officials have recorded that it can only affect the hands,fingers, and nails of the prisoner. It actually can be used on anything the prisoner is touching as well as any body part. It essentially makes the target area become sharper than any known weapon. Along with becoming almost unbreakable/ unshatterable. It can be used in the bones to allow for incredibly devastating punches or kicks. The ability allows Henry to cut through the thickest steels with very little effort. He was captured a few hours after prisoner 1845, by one of the wardens officers that was sent out to help in their capture. He has been the only one shown to beat this ability back by using shear force.
Crimes Committed:
Numerous counts of 1st degree murder. Rumored to be in the double or even triple digits.
43 counts of 2nd Degree murder
Gun Trafficking
Drug Trafficking
Political Assassination
Religious Assassination
Possession of Illegal firearms & weapons
Possession of Narcotics/ Non Prescribed behind counter drugs
Grand theft / Priceless Art / Auto / Government Property
Use of Illegal Substances.
General Information
”Alright kid, Lets see how fast you go.”
First name: Henry
Middle name(s): Andrew
Surname: Einz
Age: 36
Date of birth: October 26th
Race: Chinese American
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Current residence: Nanba Prison / Building 13 / Cell 3
Relationship status: Single
Social status: Ex- Lower Class
Traits of Voice
”Talk with money. Easy.”
Accent (if any): A very broken speech pattern.
Language spoken: Broken English / Sign Language.
Other languages known: English, Chinese, German.
Style of speaking: Mispronounces words and sentences often. Usually sticks to signing or silence.
Volume of voice: Rather loud, as he is not able to hear how loud he is being.
Physical Appearance
”Quit staring will yah, didn’t want the sleeve’s no more.”
Height: 6,1ft
Weight: 200 lbs
Eye colour: Steel Grey
Skin colour: Dull yellow skin tone.
Shape of face: Angular while seemingly jagged.
Distinguishing features: Thousand Mile Stare
Build of body: Incredibly toned and muscular body.
Hair colour: Coal Black.
Hair style: Short, combed forwards.
Complexion: Pale
Posture: Known to slouch, though straightens up before an attack.
Tattoos: large tattoo on back of left shoulder.
Piercings: A ear piercing that was removed after being used to nearly critically injure a prison guard.
Typical clothing: Considering the prison has never really been able to keep him in a prison set of clothing. They have given in and let him wear his old black shirt and tan colored pants.
Is seen by others as: An animal. While people that know him personally may think differently. To the guards and other prisoners that have seen him fight. He may just be another Rabid animal who should have been sent to the states and given the chair.
Personality
”You got a fucking couch. I got chains and a bucket undermy fuckin ass.”
Likes:
Sharp Objects: While a man who can turn himself into a much sharper object than anything that can be crafted or built. He has a rather impressive appreciation for all things with a sharpened edge. Whether it be a farmers gardening scythe, or a japanese tanto forged by and experts immaculate eyes and skill. If you brought him something sharp, and wasn’t already on his bad side. He would treat you like a long lost friend. Though, to the one who brings him back his personal sword. Prepare to have alot of clingy encounters, and quite a bit of others blood on their hands.
Anyplace outside his cell: While he may never taste true freedom for the rest of his life. Anything is better than the cell they have him in currently. If he is let out under any circumstance. He will do anything in his power to not let anyone. Put him back in his cell. Even his lifelong friend and most trusted ally, would find difficulty in putting him back in his “Cage”. While he does agree that he deserves such treatment. He doesn’t have to like it.
Fighting: All his life, Henry has been a fighter, whether it be fighting his education during his younger years. Or physically fighting in his teens to current time. He appreciates a good scrap. Whether it ends with a nod and a few bloody noses. Or one going out on a stretcher and into intensive care. If offered the chance to fight again, he will take it without much thought.
Dislikes:
His Cell: As stated rather directly above, he has an extreme hatred for his confinement. While he is confident that he could cut himself out of his bindings. The electrified door and floor outside of the little square he kneels on. Has dettered him from making any escape attempts. Though the floor and door is turned off every time he is brought food or allowed times to shower/use the toilet.
Interruptions: Whether it be during his meals, sleep, or even fights. If he gets interrupted he will become quite agitated. Considering his current position in his cell. He settles for a death stare that would make hardened soldiers want to evacuate the area. Last time he was interrupted, was when he took part in a prison riot. Back when he was not in complete solitary confinement. When a group of three guys knocked the food off his table. Two of them were in the hospital for months, while the other had his sentence ended. Right when he was pronounced dead.
Education: Has basic high school level education from prison programs.
Fears: Phobophobia - The fear of fear itself. While he himself doesn’t have any traditional fears, he seems to really hate the thought of developing them.
Personal goals: To escape from the prison, To kill the wardens head officer in the slowest manner possible.
General attitude: See personal goals to make a rather clear assumption.
Religious values:
General intelligence: Do not mistake his seemingly lower intelligence for weakness. He knows more things about combat then he might know about history. He is a strong tactician. Along with a very strong combative knowledge.
General sociability: If you can sign, and you have not wronged him. You might be able to socialize with him. Otherwise he might just look at you.
Health
”Why you gotta be such a drag Alex. I was about to kill that guy.”
Illnesses (if any): Substance-induced psychosis, Psychosis
Allergies (if any): Cats.
Sleeping habits: 4 - 6 “You try sleeping, kneeling with a bucket under your ass.”
Energy level: Low.
Eating habits: Eats once a day. A high protein meal fed to him by prisoner 1845
Memory: Patchy in places, uses prisoner 1845 to fill in the blanks.
Any unhealthy habits: Rubbing his fingertips against his restraints to the point of broken skin and rawness.
History
”These got us caught in Lau you dumbass. Don’t praise em like grad pictures.”
Birth country: United States of America
Hometown: New Jersey.
Childhood: Unknown.
Teen years: Refer to prisoner file #1845
Adult years: -Classified: Nanba Prison Regulation Statute T-7 -
Past places of residence: Several Safe Houses Spread out across europe. Brothels...
History of family: - Information unknown -
Briefly explain life story: He killed a lot of people. He was put in prison. He nearly killed another and brutally beat two more. Then was put into solitary.
Relationships
”Hey you were the one who pulled the trigger. Fuck you if you think I cleaning that up.”
Parents:
Mother - Deceased
Father - Deceased
Siblings:
Any enemies (and why): The Head officer of Nanba Prison. - Was the one who managed to beat him and humiliate him infront of the prisons guards.
Children:
You better hope not. Julia Drake is the closest current child he cares about. While not being related to her.
Friends:
Best friend(s): Alexander Drake
Important friends/relatives (explain):
Love interest (if there is one): TBA
Combat
”Been in the killing business since I was a brat. ”
”I like killing, what can I say. It is my calling. ”
Peaceful or violent: Known to be extremely Violent. Only peaceful when Alexander is along with him. (Holding his leash)
Weapon (if applicable): Extremely Dangerous with any bladed weapon or sharp object. If he is in possession of one get as far back as possible and radio for a headguard or Warden’s officer.
Style of fighting: Incredible skill with everything from swords to shanks. Is extremely deadly in any combat.
Others
”You’ve got three minutes, Before you are mincemeat.”
Occupation: Ex Handyman, Assassin, Mercenary, hired killer.
Current home: Nanba prison, Cell 3. 205, Inescapable Avenue
Favourite types of food: Meat.
Favourite types of drink: Carbonated Water.
Hobbies/pastimes: Killing time, killing people, killing, Five Finger Fillet.
Guilty pleasures: Killing.
Pet peeves: Guards entering his cell, guards trying to feed him, guards...
Pets:
Talents: Killing.
Favourite colours: Red
Favourite type of music: Rock/Metal
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhyhP...
”I’ll show em something thats fo sure.”
I MAY OR MAY NOT LOVE HIM
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”I’m gonna watch you bleed, Then I’m going to laugh.”
Prisoner Information
Cell Number:
Special Containment Details:
- Must never be allowed access to any sharp solid tool/object/weapon.
- Interaction with the prisoner is only to be done by his caretaker
- Entering the cell with any weapons or potentially dangerous equipment is strictly prohibited. Prisoner is extremely dangerous and is not to be treated lightly.
- In events of possible danger to the caretaker. A powerful paralyzing gas will be pushed into the room. Prisoner has proven heavy resilience to most forms of incapacitation. After the Prisoner has ceased movement, shall the recovery team bring the caretaker out of the room and into the medical wing.
Building: 5
Prisoner Number: 1955
Special Ability: “The Mad Shadow”
Ability Description: To put it simply, there is two people living inside of one body. Though it has been shown that under enough stress not only can the split personality take control of the body, but start to take a completely different form. Seeming to step out from behind him. This alternate personality can also summon things used in his past. Like knives and other deadly implements. The split personality can also do this while in control of the main body. Knives that are created by this shadow figure. Become very real and numerous of these have been confiscated from the room and studied.
Crimes Committed:
- Many counts of 1st degree murder.
- Political Assassination
War Crimes Committed:
- Multiple Counts of Directing attacks against Civilians
- Killing surrendering Combatants
- Misusing a flag of truce
- Torture and Cruel Treatment of Enemy combatants.
- Using Cruel and unusual methods to kill enemy combatants.
General Information
”Come on idiot, its kill or be killed. Let me out let me do what I do!”
First name: Jericho
Middle name(s): Osbourne
Surname: Armel
Age: 31
Date of birth: October 26th
Race: American
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Current residence: Nanba Prison / Building 5 / Solitary Cell 6
Relationship status: In a “Complicated” Relationship
Social status: Ex Middle Class
Traits of Voice
”Come on, Lets get out of here, First we butcher the men behind the cameras...”
Accent (if any): Standard American Accent
Language spoken: English
Other languages known: Vietnamese (Some)
Style of speaking: Normal Jericho speaks proper and rather normal, while his altered personality speaks in a manic tone. Raspy and sounds completely bare of sanity.
Volume of voice: Rather Quiet when in his calmer state. While his alternate state is loud and unruly with his words.
Physical Appearance
”Sorry about the mess, I’ll be sure to make a less of a mess of your blood!”
Height: 6,4ft
Weight: 160 lbs
Eye colour: Green Normally / Gold In split personality.
Skin colour: White
Shape of face: Angular
Distinguishing features: The piercing eyes of his other personality/ His numerous scars.
Build of body: Muscular while being quite skinny.
Hair colour: Coal Black.
Hair style: Medium to long green spiked hair. Usually covered by his old Beret.
Complexion: Pale
Posture: Normal Jericho stands up straight. His other personality tends to slouch.
Tattoos:
Piercings: None
Typical clothing: Prisoner wears a green and dark green striped prison suit. His own hat that he was allowed to keep. His old clothes are hung up in a bullet proof case on the wall in his cell. As if some cruel reminder to the cruel acts he had done in his past.
Is seen by others as: To most, people think he is a cruel psychotic killer that never should have seen combat in the army. A monster on two legs. Though to some, very few others. They may understand what his true personality is like. A calm quiet, peaceful man with more regrets than anyone in the whole prison. Then there is a question, Which is the real story, a misunderstood soldier with a horrible case of PTSD. Or a Cold blooded killer just biding his time until he gets the chance to kill again.
Personality
”Take her, put a knife to her throat. She’s yours right?... slit her throat and she will be yours for the rest of her life!. Right?... RIGHT?! HahAhaHa!” - His switch personality screams from the other side of the mirror.
Likes:
His Caretaker: If there was someone or something that helped him cope with what he had done. It's his caretaker. She is far too nice for her own good, making his life just a bit less bleak. Seeing how she sometimes help suppress that voice within his head. It makes him constantly seek her time. If she is not there to talk to, all he has is that voice. Which hardly ever stops. Constantly poking at his shell trying to get it to break.
Being able to continue to train: Due to a recent visit by an odd prison staff member. He was given a rare opportunity. The man called upon the psychotic side of him and gave him an offer. If he keeps the outbursts down to a minimum. He gets to be released on as many “People” that he wants. While normal Jericho is just there for the fitness. He unknowngly gives control over to J̨̪͓̳̤̪̠̓̂͋ẻ͈̜̦͓̝̭̜̎͊͛ͧř̶̢̙̮̠͙͊̀̉̈́͊ͅi̤̥̲͎̩̝̯ͥ͛ͧ͝͡c̲͍̰̾ͪ̚͜͜ͅḩ͇̖̩͎̫̗ͯ̀̈̍o̡̨̹ͦ̓̏̐̓͗. Which allows him to kill the prison’s riot control constructs. Which are like living bags of synthetic blood. That were created to guard the lower prison levels. He has been given this for an odd reason, and off the books. Someone is planning something.
Telling stories: Ever since Jericho was a teenager, he loved reading and hearing stories about anything. Whether it was some fictional novel or some real life experience. He loves to tell all the stories about when he was a kid. All his innocent days when he wasn’t plagued by this other side of him. Then the other problem surfaces. His horrible side also loves to tell stories, about his time in the war, what he did for his country, what he did to the enemy. All in gruesome detail.
Dislikes:
His Split Personality: While Jericho survived his time in the war because of his split personality. He hates him all the same, he hates having to fight for control of his own body. He hates how his other side can just keep talking to him. Pestering him until he is reduced to a quivering mess in the corner. He can’t do anything to fight it back, just being barely able to keep his body under his own control.
Endangering his Caretaker: While this is almost and unavoidable problem, he cannot help but hate it. He has to be careful when talking to her. If he says something and she replies with something that could stir his split personality. He has to concenrate to keep his thoughts, his own. This is the cause of his one and only fear.
Education: University Degree in Psychology.
Fears: His ultimate fear, the one that has plagued him ever since he got back from his time in the war. That he will one day grievously harm or kill his caretaker and only friend.
Personal goals: To serve his sentence and attempt to get out back into the real world again.
General attitude: His attitude can be calm and peaceful one moment, then cruel and angry the next.
Religious values: He believes in a higher power, but doesn’t believe in one over another.
General intelligence: Incredible intelligence in and out of a fight. Knows more about the nanba prison system then he should. His alternate side is also quite alot more intelligent than his psych reports may show.
General sociability: -Not allowed to interact with other prisoners. Only allowed to interact with his personal caretaker and -Redacted-.
Health
”It ain’t my health you should be worrying about...”
Illnesses (if any): Dissociative Identity Disorder (Multiple Personality Disorder)
Allergies (if any): Nuts.
Sleeping habits: 5 - 6 hours. Tries to sleep as little as possible to avoid long periods without being awake.
Energy level: Moderate.
Eating habits: Eats three times a day. Is given one prison cooked meal and 2 Military grade ration packs.
Memory: Repressed memories of what his split personality had done while in control. While having an overall good memory.
Any unhealthy habits: Screaming and getting angry at the mirrored surface in his cell.
History
”Ah the old squad… We did so much good work together… until...” Jericho
Birth country: United States of America
Hometown: Iowa
Childhood: -Redacted-
Teen years: -Redacted-
Adult years: -Classified: Nanba Prison Regulation Statute T-7 -
Past places of residence: Homestead Ranch in Iowa.
History of family: - Information unknown -
Relationships
”You know if the prison guards saw you doing this you’d be a laughing stock.”
Parents:
Mother - Deceased
Father - Deceased
Siblings:
Any enemies (and why):
Children: TBA
Friends: N/A
Best friend(s): TBA
Important friends/relatives (explain): TBA
Love interest (if there is one): TBA
Combat
”Fully operational, Combat Ready. Who’s on the new naughty list?!”
Peaceful or violent: Extremely Volatile / Extremely Violent when split personality is in control.
Weapon (if applicable): Extremely Dangerous with any bladed weapon or sharp object.
Style of fighting: Has been trained in many special forces fighting techniques. CQC training, Knife Fighting Training, and various forms of Mixed Martial Arts.
Others
”He looked at you wrong, So I treated him right.”
Occupation: Ex- Special Forces Soldier.
Current home: Nanba prison, Cell 6. 205, Inescapable Avenue
Favourite types of food: Meat.
Favourite types of drink: Tea, Iced or Otherwise.
Hobbies/pastimes: Reading, Manic Laughing, Arguing with other self.
Guilty pleasures: Making people squirm on the edge of a blade.
Pet peeves: Anything that is not his caretaker or previous likes.
Pets: Bad Idea.
Talents: Being a good Soldier.
Favourite colours: Red
Favourite type of music: Rock/Metal
Theme Songs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0GaF... Nomy - Psychopath
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wufiv... Nomy - Dead Man Walking
”I’m okay as long as you are... ”
I'm absolutely in love with him, and I'm getting Flaky started right now.
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"So you’ve finally come. I was expecting you to arrive sooner. You disappoint my expectations. No matter, you’ll be dead soon. Shall we get on with this?"
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Shihainin Azrael Daan
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ N/A
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Shi
│ Aɢᴇ │27
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ N/A
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │N/A
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ N/A
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ N/A
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 2
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 4
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 0661
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Masculine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Bisexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Flings
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Psycho
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name N/A
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » UNKNOWN
Name Akihiko Daan
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │ Unknown
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"Appearances are so misleading. I often get mistaken for a nice young lad. They’re horrified expressions when they realize they were wrong makes up beautifully for the disgusting insult."
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Dull Red, long and braided.
│ Eʏᴇs │ Blue
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Tall at just barely 6’0”, a visually lean built but packed with muscles.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Kamui
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│ Bandage wrapped around his head (forehead), arms, palms, and even his legs and feet. {You’re in trouble if he’s all bandaged up.}
"I didn’t make you do anything. You wanted this, to feel their blood drench your hands. You wanted them dead. Heh, if I had the ability to make you do what you didn’t want to… I would have just made you kill yourself… but you wanted to live didn’t you. You, selfish pig. How much do you want to live now?"
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │ Himself
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│ Mercenary
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│Killing, spilling blood, ruining lives, tearing apart people’s hopes and dreams. Torture.
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│‘Mind Control’
The reason he has been placed into Nanba’s Solitary Confinement is due to his ability in persuasion. They had labelled it as mind control but it’s not actually so. He cannot make someone to anything they are unwilling to do but he has the uncanny ability to sway people's minds into doing his bidding thus causing Nanba to classify it as mind control. His victims may not realize they are doing it until after but deep inside they have always wanted to do it thus making his ‘mind control’ a twisted sense of torture.
However, despite his usual use of other people, he is deadly by his own right. He’s abnormally strong (but this was developed through regular training of his body) and at mastery level of various martial arts (normal combat and gun handling are out of the question). His weapon is an umbrella (seemingly harmless, traditional Japanese umbrella) that has a blade in its tip. He doesn’t often use it, since it’s unnecessary after training his body to be a weapon.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│~Manslaughter (of various degrees)
~Arson
~Weapon Handling (of various severity)
~Theft
~Assassination (political as well)
~Public Indiscretions
"Delicious blood joined in harmony with chaos. If only all couples were this perfectly matched. They’re not… so I better start changing the world to become completely perfect."
"I know what you plan to do but I have already planned for that, and planned for the result of you knowing I know. Every possible outcome and each one you will fall into my hands. Are you prepared for your demise?"
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Shi is not someone anyone can be around and stay sane. He is a man that lives in a world inside his head. The horrifying thing is that he has the uncanny ability of making his world into the real one.
Shi has the mental stability of any clinically sane person but his impulses prove this wrong. He is a man who craves blood to be spilled and thrives in utter chaos. He could care less about the people around him, a true blooded sociopath. He will use anyone to get what he wants and he always achieves his goals. A sick, sadistic man that lives for mind games and doesn’t mind playing the waiting game if it means the outcome will be even sweeter.
Shi is someone who, at first glance, seems harmless. A unique character that seems to be an artist, living his own path in his own world. In a context, they would be correct; however, despite first appearances, Shi is a monster. He is a serious and sly man who methodically plans out every actions of everyone person to the last detail because he can. He will draw out anyone’s deepest desire and instinct, a secret kept hidden even from themselves and shatter their consciousness with a few simple words. He’s a deep thinking, sinister smooth talker that has pounds of charisma to back him up.
He doesn’t need to pretend despite being an expert liar (enough to get passed a lie detector). He’s incredibly intelligent, enough to be known as a mastermind behind national disasters. He uses anyone he can get his hands on and despite, he is still deadly with his ability to kill any enemy with his bare hands, or his umbrella if he doesn’t feel like getting his hands dirty. He lives to fight, to spill blood and to paint the world red.
Shi is a confidant man that will flip sane to mad in two seconds flat. Cold, deadly and merciless. He will persuade his victim to kill his own family and kindly inform them that they desired it this whole time. He is terrifying, especially when he smiles innocently at his victim. That is when you know he aims to kill.
He is a man to stay far away from because if you’re not careful, you will find yourself fulfilling your deepest, darkest desires; and you will regret it.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Chaos
☻ Death
☻ Other’s Suffering
☻ Doing What He Wants
☻ Crushing People’s Hopes
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Unexpected Variables
☹ Arrogance
☹ Feelings
☹ Imprisonment
☹ Warden
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Strength
✮ Indifference
✮ Intelligence
✮ Persuasion
✮ Determination
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Arrogance
☆ Indifference
☆ Previous Injuries?
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
What Is Fear?
"It doesn’t matter where I’ve been, what matters is where I go from here."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Shihainin was born from a whore and immediately taken by his father.
His father was psychopathic man who taught his only son everything he knew. All that he knew was to kill, to fight, and most importantly, to cause chaos.
Shihainin was a prodigy that thrived in utilizing what he was taught. Experience after experience until he overgrew his tormentor of a father and killed him without a second thought.
Not long later, Shi discovered his persuasive ability and used it to its fullest to achieve his sadistic desires.
Shihainin had enough small time prey and wanted to escalate the chaos with a big bang. Thus, he went to the place where all the worst of the worst criminals were kept and aimed to free them all in pretense to demolishing the government and then the world. Unfortunately, Nanba Prison’s very own warden managed to defeat and capture him. Shi was immediately placed in solitary confinement.
Shihainin is currently biding his time, wrapping his bandages and waiting for the exact moment to deploy his plan and free the prisoners.
Did they think locking him up wasn’t a part of his plan?
"You know what comes next right? I will get out of here and when I do. "NO ONE IS SAFE
Mod
"Royally fuck off, right now, I have no interest in dealing with people with nothing to offer."
”You do? Well, then let’s get started.."
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Shem Leon Theo
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Surgeon
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Just Shem or Hanging Man
│ Aɢᴇ │ 21
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ February 27th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │4:56am
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Picses
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 13
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 6164
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Masculine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Hetero
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ EHHHHHH
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Anthem Of The Lonely
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name N/A
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » AWOL
Name Jeremy Theo
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Lyem Theo
Relation » Younger Brother |◦ 14 » ◦| Status » Alive
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Name Lyylyen Theo
Relation » Younger Sister |◦ 6 » ◦| Status » Alive
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"Your eyes and memories mislead you. You can’t trust anything when you’re around me. It’s a fatal mistake."
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Dark greyish violet colour
│ Eʏᴇs │ One is black the other is a bright red.
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Sickly grey
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Tall, 6’2”, lanky and thin. No muscle, just a stick.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ *Shrugs*
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Surgical Markings on his body.
"Many things make up life. It’s all so boring. Always walking on a thin line that you drew. If only the world would slip away."
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │ Money, His Kid Siblings, Himself.
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│He’s the Surgeon, you contact him if you want something Forged, Smuggled or want some counterfeit. He’s also knee deep in the organ black market which is where he got his code name.
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│Gambling, Fraud, Stealing Identities, Smuggling, Drinking, Smoking, Dissection (but he doesn’t like to kill). Has a fascination in abnormal, human abilities.
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Talently gifted with his beloved scalpel (main weapon of choice and severely skilled at using it to kill (rare) or extracting bodily items.)
He is able to get away with some much tricky crimes due to his eidetic memory. He’s remembered every detail about everything in his life (a reason why he drinks).
Memory/ sight illusionist: Shem has the ability to distort people’s memories and what they see (specifically objects or occasionally people). This ability helps him with forgery and counterfeiting not to mention all the fraud. It has allowed him to escape detection for so long since he makes his smuggled contraband appear to be something very normal and legal before continuing. It also means he can make himself appear to be different thus hiding himself from his enemies.
His memory manipulation is something he doesn’t use for it’s exhausting, tricky and too many consequences. It isn’t efficient. However, the ability allows him to tamper with people’s past memories, changing them temporarily (or permanent) in his favor. However, one wrong move and he can erase memories or even them all. It’s not a hundred percent accurate and fickle so he only uses it in emergencies. It doesn’t help he needs to be touching another human being and staying still for a length of time.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│Gambling, Forgery & Counterfeiting, some occasions of Fraud, and Smuggling (drugs and alcohol and just about anything and everything (including organs)). Trespassing, Assault and Theft (stole people’s organs).
"I am a man of a specific nature. Life is meaningless and I am unafraid of doing the crime."
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Shem is an interesting character. In a sense, he’s just a normal guy, compared to some in Nanba prison. However, it’s clear his brain works much differently than most people. He’s fairly mentally unstable, to be it simply, he doesn’t any sanity. Despite, he’s generally a helpful guy… that is… if you have something to offer him.
Shem doesn’t have a great view on life. It’s simple, fickle and fleeting. It’s boring to him, life is dull and there isn’t anything that really draws his interest. He needs a pick me up, even if that means experiencing pain or attempting to kill himself in various ways. It gets to the point where even those who stick around him for too long feel suicidal as well. That is, if he didn’t purposely make them feel that way.
Despite this evitable boredom, Shem is a cocky person, confidant in his abilities and his knowledge that he doesn’t need intimidation to back him up. His work ethic and results do that well enough. He’s a sly, sketchy guy that’s impossibly to read and even more so to predict. He’s impulsive, does what he wants to do when he wants to do it. He’s goes with the flow type of guy but slyly puts ripples into the water just to see what would happen. Shem is still a cool, casual guy, he isn’t ever angered nor expresses too much emotions. He’s very nonchalant and bit twisted in morality.
However, despite his questionable personality and morality, he does have one thing he cares about more than his fascinations. He adores his two kid siblings, the reason he got involved with crime in the first place. He needed to support them since their deadbeat dad couldn’t. He prides himself in the care of them but knows he isn’t the best brotherly material. They never seemed to mind and Shem would ever only become akin to ‘mad’ if they were endangered or threatened. If you happen to be the unlucky soul who dare mess with his siblings, you will meet a dark and dangerous side of Shem. He will ruin you and make you go insane without needing to lift a finger.
Shem’s mental state had been influenced by his eidetic memory since birth, Shem is plagued by information and details that he doesn’t care about but won’t go away since his mind is able to remember everything he’s ever seen, heard, touched, tasted, and smelled. His mind is a shit show and his only salvation is becoming drunk enough to forget. Even then though, it doesn’t work. He’ll remember everything by the time he wakes up but for that sweet, small moment, he doesn’t have the conscious of all the contents of his mind. Unfortunately, when he is drunk, his special illusionist abilities become ten times the power which allows him to escape places with ease. Plus, when he is drunk, he doesn’t have any self control, meaning in this state he is more likely to kill people or injure them. Sloppy drunks trying to surgically remove organs and all that.
Speaking of organs. Shem isn’t someone who takes interest in most things, anything really. He could care less about people, and money but he does find some things fascinating. He is fascinated with the human body, even more so of human’s with abnormal abilities. He wants to know how they work, likes to know how people tick. It’s the reason he knows so much about biology and surgery. Fortunately for him, this knowledge allowed him to extract organs for money and he found he enjoyed making people suffer- just a bit. Playing with people is fun, especially since certain things besides bodily function made people tick. He was always learning something new about human behavior. A dissection of one’s character. Especially when he makes unfair deals. He did a lot of forgery, counterfeiting, and smuggling for people and in return he demanded a payment. Sometimes it wasn’t just money, he would demand too high a price and thus sparked the idea of what would be equivalent to trade. A trinket, their life, the life of someone close to them, a memory, all their memories, even a favour.
If you go to the Surgeon, it’s like making a deal with the devil.
"Looks like the package got delivered... now... how much was that worth to you?"
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Smoking
☻ Kid Siblings
☻ Making Deals
☻ Suckers
☻ Interesting Things
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Deal Breakers
☹ Authority
☹ Kids
☹ Arrogance
☹ Sweets
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Illusionist
✮ Lying
✮ Nonchalant
✮ Eidetic Memory
✮ Deals
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Combat
☆ Physical Conflicts
☆ Strength
☆ Behaviour Pisses People Off
☆ Suicidal
☆ Siblings
☆ Illiterate
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Not Fear Specifically, He Doesn’t Care Enough To Be Scared
✗ Death of His Kid Siblings
Mod
"A shitty life, a shitty existence… so what?"
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Shem was born into a pretty shitty family. His mother was a whorish gold digger who only came around to his dad whenever she needed money or sex. They weren’t even married or official. She got knocked up with Shem, gave birth to him and dumped him with his good for nothing father who didn’t know how to take care of a kid, and didn’t care.
Shem only survived infancy because his father used his inheritance money to hire a nursemaid to make sure he didn’t die or wouldn’t cry. (Fortunately for the nursemaid, Shem wasn’t a baby that cried). Shem can’t recall any pleasant memories of his childhood, and let me tell you that Shem could remember everything, every excruciating detail. His father neglected him until he was 2 years old when the resemblance to his mother became apparent. That’s when the drugged up or drunk asshole began punching his own kid because his little whore just used him. So sad for him. It was his fault for wasting money on drugs and alcohol or even becoming involved with a slut like her in the first place.
When the nursemaid was unnecessary, so when Shem was three, she was fired and Shem was left to his own devices. The kid wasn’t going to stay stuck with his deadbeat dad who beat him, so he often left and walked around the streets. Slum city, where the shitholes all gather. Shem learned a lot from the people hanging around who unusually liked to talk and play with kids. He knew how to gamble, and gamble good at the age of four. They even taught him out to pickpocket and steal from stores. He didn’t enjoy it so he tended to just ask for stuff, he was a cute four-year-old after all.
When he was about six, his mother returned! He was forced to listen to them going at it all night but escaped during the day. She left again with money, leaving Shem to get beat by his dad due to his anger for being abandoned. Whoopie. Lucky for them, the whore returned nine months later with another baby boy to dump into their hands. Jeremy, his father, was enraged and tried to kill Lyem but Shem kicked him in the gut, took the kid and ran out of there. Shem couldn’t tell you why he did it but he did and he didn’t regret it.
Some people from the neighborhood that he’d befriended in his younger years, who taught him interesting things, he went to them for some help and with their assistance was able to keep his brother alive.
Unfortunately, a year later, when Shem was 8, their father wasted all his money on his own selfish ass and they were royally fucked. Shem contemplated what to do. In the end, he went off to gamble, determined to support his little brother (he could care less about his father). He bet big and lost hard at first. It was bad. He couldn’t quite count cards or any other card trick and he was completely screwed if this kept up and he wasn’t able to do anything else but steal. Shem was frustrated… until he discovered something. People weren’t seeing what he was seeing. When he wanted something to look a certain way, that’s what they saw. Thus, he used this little trick to win card games and collect an income from then on.
It worked for a while but they got older, needed more income and people weren’t risking the gamble (he became well known for winning and eventually the challengers stopped coming). So, digging a little, he found some people who were involved in forging IDs and alternative identities, stealing cards, and eventually counterfeiting money.
Shem didn’t really care at this point, he charged head in, learned how to do everything, occasionally using his abilities to sweeten the deal and drew in all the money he could until he didn’t have to worry about his brother starving or they wouldn’t be kicked out of their home. It gave him some breathing room.
By the age of fourteen, he not only was well known in his neighborhood for doing illegal jobs, he found a new revenue. Illegal smuggling of merch. He also found that he was exceptionally good at smuggling since the greatest concern was the items being discovered. However, not many would look twice at a 14-year-old and even if they did, they wouldn’t see shit because of his illusionist ability. This is when he hit the big time. He got major smuggling jobs across the country and got his pawns to look after his brother for him while he was away. He wasn’t going to let his shit father abuse him or use him to make Shem give him money. He’d tried it once already. Stupid people don’t learn as you know.
When Shem turned 16, he was done with his father and especially done with that whore. She dumped another kid on them, a little baby girl and left as soon as she realized that Jeremy didn’t have any more money and they all knew she wouldn’t come back. Shem was just done with living in this place and forcing his brother to endure this. So, he took Lyem and his new sister away from that place, into a nice place, got a nursemaid for Lyylyen and registered Lyem into a school. The least he could do for the brat was to give him a proper education and some social life while he was off doing illegal shit.
These were darker days for Shem, it was a bigger rent, bigger spending that he needed to keep up with but couldn’t. It was frustrating. This was the age when Shem first cut into his skin. An accident at first but he found that it was rather fascinating. He’d lived a bland life where he did what was necessary but didn’t have any passion. This was fascinating however. It made him wonder and his curiosity led to him attending (sneaking into) biology classes and medical lectures. He learned, and learned and learned all he could (difficult as a 16-year-old going to a medical university with no degrees and illiterate) but being shown, lectured and seeing images allowed him to learn. It fascinated him to the point where he attempted to surgically cut into himself. This was his first suicidal attempt (they varied over the years, never serious but his favourite was the noose.
By 18, he was knee deep in organ, drug, and alcohol smuggling. He was the person to go to if you wanted organs. After taking all those courses, and practicing a lot, he exceptionally good at extracting organs from people and had the assess to drugs to sedate them for it. He was known as the Surgeon who made deals akin to selling your soul to devil. However, he got a lot of money and provided his brother and growing sister with ease. Whenever he wasn’t ‘working’ or attempting suicide, he was with them.
He did whatever wanted, even fraud (a few times because he wanted to get into high class places with his siblings). He stole, mainly people’s organs but rarely killed. He drank, he distributed counterfeit money, forged all kinds of shit because he could but mainly focused on smuggling. It was easy to escape the police since he just needed to make them see someone else or whatever.
Eventually, Shem was caught when he’d been too busy to bother to check who he was making a fake ID for and it turned out to be a cop who handcuffed him. He was able to get out of jail when recruiters from Nanba prison picked him up. He was 20 when he was plopped into building 13 and he was extremely irritated at the inconvenience. However, eventually, he set up a supplier ring for the prison, able to get people certain supplies as long as they had a payment or something to trade. Some prisoners soon found out what happens when you cross the nonchalant guy on a deal. You end up missing something the next morning. (This way he could still provide for the siblings he does kind of love-they visit him often. Only thing he looks forward to in this place. He plans on getting out soon). How he gets these things? Better not to ask.
"Yeah, we’re done now."
Mod
Name: Ryoko Tiamat AethelindaAge: 18
Sexuality: Bisexual
Prisoner Number: 8008
Block: 4
Appearance:
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Ryoko is a scary sight to look at. Well, sure she has a soft hair, a cute face, and an adorable smile, but she also has two gigantic arms! Ryoko's body is a sight to behold. Standing at 6'3'' inchest due to heavy amounts of growth hormones, and other things, being injected into her, her already destined to be big body has turned some of her proportions from acceptably big, to monstrously unnaturally big. The most prime example would not be harm arms though, as her arms are actually infused to two metallic arm weapons that are so huge that she is capable of sitting on them and her feet will not be able to reach these arms. Despite how huge her "arms" are she seems perfectly capable of moving them around without any visible physical strain.
Hair: Light Purple
Eyes: Pink
Skin: Light/Pale
Style: A specially designed prisoner outfit that has zippers going up her right and left sides, as there is no way she can get a shirt on with those huge arms of hers.
Personality: Ryoko's personality is hard to pin down. She seems almost, childish, in many ways. At times she can be easily impressed and giddy. Rather excited about everything she sees in the world as if she is seeing it for the first time in the world. She tends to flock to new new people, items, and objects as long as they look safe and unchallenging, but if things start to look like it will cause her some stress (mostly emotional) she'll grow more shy and timid. Even trying to escape situations she doesn't want to be in (which can be dangerous with arms like hers).
Despite her more shy and adventurous sides, Ryoko has one weird trait worth mentioning. She is easily persuaded. It doesn't take much to get her to do things, and the more charismatic people may even be able to convince her assault someone (like a guard). It seems the person who she was working with before getting captured did something to her mind. As it seems that while she gets persuaded she enters some sort of a trance where she isn't against doing almost anything.
Due to being so easily manipulated, Ryoko seems to be a bit "shy" or reserved enough to the point where she tends to stay away from other people she doesn't know. After all, she doesn't want somebody abusing her rather impressive strength. This can be rather hard though, as for as much as she doesn't want to risk others suing her, she doesn't want to be alone either. Which means she's cursed to try to make new friends and meet new people, but always ends up too shy to get close to any of them.
History: Ryoko was the youngest daughter of the Aethelinda family. Was because she was kidnapped from the family at a very young age. The person whose stole her was a scientist (more like mad scientist) who desperately needed the money in order to complete to start work on one of his more extreme projects. He, being the mad scientist he was, wanted to build super weapons that were physically connected to the user, and to create a sort of bond between weapon and human.
This idea was, of course, denied from being funded by the Aethelinda family, so in retaliation he stole one of their daughters and attempted to put them up for ransom. This plan back fired though as instead of getting money he caught highly trained bounty hunters set on him. Through some miraculous chance though, he managed to escape with not only his own life, but Ryoko's as well. Fleeing the country with the still young girl and deciding to continue his research anyways. Even if he lacked the extra funds he needed to work on several subjects at once.
Ryoko's rather pompous (but still hard) life was turned for the worse as she was strapped to the table and injected with growth hormones, strange liquids, and super solder serums all to prepare her body for what her captor called his "magnum opus." The strange injected substances not only worked on beefing up the young girl, but also breaking her mind. It seemed the mad doctor had some sort of trick up his sleeve that was corrupting the poor girls mind to do his bidding. Ryoko felt less and less aware of herself every day. She knew she was awake, but she still felt like she was sleeping, like she was losing control of herself.
Ryoko "woke up" several years later to the sound of blaring police sirens and the sounds of screaming civilians. It was mid day and she was outside, and yet her body was covered in shadow. Looking up Ryoko let out a gasp as she realized she was hold a rather impressive sized vault in her hands like it was nothing. At the command from a rather scared office to tell her to drop it, she did, and was soon walked to the nearest police office, as her arms were far too big and heavy to fit into a police car.
Now under police custody, Ryoko was identified to be the long lost child of the Aethelinda family who had been stolen many years ago, but with large list of crimes under her belt (many considered public man slaughter and grand theft. It was clear she wouldn't be able to just walk back into her family's home, especially looking like she did. Instead, Ryoko's mother and father did something else. Not wanting their daughter to be put to death for her actions, they used their immense power and money to first strike her true name from the news, and then managed to hire a lawyer to at least get her a life sentence as someone considered mentally ill (as he was able to convince the court that Ryoko was not the mastermind in the plan, and instead was being controlled by some unkown party) but to still be placed in an actual prison due to how dangerous she was.
With a life sentence on her, Ryoko was automatically sent to Nanba prison. This was due to the fact that she could probably rip the metal doors off the prison bars in a normal prison, the fact that the person who was controlling her was still at large and the last thing they needed was her going back to causing problems on the main land, and the fact that Nanba prison way of life would be far more generous than any other prison. Ryoko goal now is to try to recollect all the memories she seems to have lost between being captured by the mad scientist and being captured by the police and try to adjust to her new life in prison.
Ability: The mad scientist's project:
Ryoko was injected with many different things in order to increase her strength and other abilities. Although it seems that Ryoko's power far exceeds the calculations he had for how strong she was supposed to be. It's almost as if Ryoko had some innate power already (probably from her family heritage) within her, causing the girl who was already supposed to be powerful, into a being with monstrous power that he probably should be allowed to control.
Other: . Ryoko is a Aethelinda, and her older sister, Tatsu, works for the prison as a guard. The two were very close, but how would Tatsu react to finding her sister behind bars? After all, Ryoko was given a pseudonym in the news, and her parents (in an attempt to probably keep their daughter from buying the whole prison so tat she could release her sister) probably haven't told Tatsu about the fact that her younger sister is alive and in prison.
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➤Uta.
·{First name meaning}~ N/A
·{Second name meaning}~ N/A
『 〓 』• Alias: "The Mask Maker."
{Cimes Committed:} All Accounts of Murder~Cannibalism~Turning humans into wonderful master peices
{Crime ranking:} Serial Killer~Known Cannabal~Former Gang Leader
{Prison Block:} 1
{Cell Number} 0023
{Prisoner Number:} 1766
{Age:} Unknown but blood tests suggest he's 26ish
{Date of Birth:} Classified.
{Theme Song:} N/A
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[➤Appearance:]
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(Hair:) A raven black and cut into a undercut.
(Eyes:) Uta has a red Iris and a black scalera. His eyes were inked as a teenager and redone once the color faded. It also hid his monsterous ghoul eyes which were the same color as they are now.
(Body Type:) Tall and fair.
(Weight:) Unknown
(Height:) 6' 2"
(Complexion:) The tiniest bit on the pale side.
(Distinguished Marking(s): Tattooes all over.
(Clothing style:)
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➤{Species:} Ghoul / Human
↳ Ghouls (喰種グール, gūru, translates approximately to eater species) are a carnivorous and cannibalistic species that are only able to feed on humans and other ghouls. They are as close to humans as possible: They normally have the same physical appearance and intelligence as a human with the exception of diet, mentality, and inner biology. Due to their status as predators of humans, ghouls are prosecuted and with hope are forced into a form of rehabilitation in hopes of making them more human. A ghoul can only feed on humans and other ghouls. They are unable to digest any other type of food due to a particular enzyme their bodies produce. The structure of their tongues is also different from humans', making other foods taste disgusting and uncomfortable. If ghouls try to eat normal food, they will be struck by a powerful urge to vomit.When forced or forcing themselves to digest such food, it will degrade their physical condition. While ghouls cannot eat normal food, they are able to drink liquids such as water. Ghouls do not need to eat in the short term like humans do. They can survive for one or two months just feeding on one body. However, some ghouls eat merely for pleasure. When a ghoul enters an extreme state of hunger, they will suffer very painful headaches and lose all reason, causing them to become driven by instinct alone. They will feed on any available source of human meat to end this state, even that of close friends.
{Gender:} Masculine/Male
{Blood Type:} B
{Sexual Orientation:} Pansexual
↳ His intrests and things have never been truly defined.
{Relationship Status:} Single (has yet to find a partner)
⊱ {Zodiacal symbol:}
⊱ Unknown
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➤Personality:
Trait 1: Creepy and Unnerving
Trait 2: Extremely and Highly intelligent
Trait 3: Grimly as Artistically comes
Trait 4: Often expression less
Trait 5: Grim, honest, and possibly mentally insane.
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Uta is one of the most dangerous inmates within the prison grounds. One of the many homicidal freaks with one of the highest kill success rate in both his past life and current. With his appreance and mentally collapsing mind he's dangerous and with a hunger no one can quite explain.
Although...
He has a very nice way of speaking and seems to be friendly most of the time. Though is obviously very dark and pretty gothic in a way. Even though his expression almost never changes, he has an amusing way of teasing people. Uta seems to be unfazed by most things, and will even go as far as letting someone he respects die in order to respect their will, acting as if nothing major happened afterward. He's not queezy either and just loves sinking his teeth into any form of raw and bloody meat. Human eyes and hearts tend to be his fancy.
As an artist, Uta holds exotic aesthetics and is often noted as having ill yet masterful tastes; he holds respect for fellow artists. Uta entertains himself through the search for inspiration and crafting masks based on said ideas. His cell and sketch book is full of many dark and grim works of a true artist's talent.
Uta was sadistic and savage from his youth and appears to not have completely left those ways behind as time passed. However, he has not changed completely yet after his affiliation with the Clowns a homicidal and very cannablistic gang becomes apparent, and even saw some of he members death as demise as "fun." Like all members of his organization, he may revel in creating chaos and destruction. However, his personal motives are still unclear other than his adherence to hedonism.
Despite the hedonistic and sadistic side of his, Uta has on numerous occasions shown genuine concern for others. As the former leader of the Itori art shop and a renowned mask maker, his reputation leads others inmates to respect and consult him for advice. He also tends to introduce his fellow acquaintances to each other for their own benefits.
But be warned he's not to be trusted should you turn your back on him for to long....
{Noticeable Habits and Facts:}
➤ ~Often with out expressions while talking
➤ ~Never talks about his past to much
➤ ~Often seen drawing, sewing, or just doing art
➤ ~Seems docile for now
➤ ~Hardly will sleep if his cell mate is with sharp objects about
{Flaws:}
- Will not trust once double crossed
- extremely dangerous
- Cannibalistic
- Tends to scare people
- is cruel and sadistic when pushed to far
{Virtues:}
+ Quite respectful
+ honest
+ Does care for others
+ Tends to only kill in necessity now a days
+ Has a rather legit sense of humor
{Favourite Things:}
~ Human Eyes! {Tasty Snacks.}
~ Art and creating it
~ Making the masks he's so known for
~ The act of cannibalism.
~ Tattooes
~ Scaring People
{Dislikes:}
x Rude Customers or Prey
x Dull charcoal pens and pencils
x Making a big mess of a kill
x People ignoring his helpful advice
x The ugly prison jumpsuits.
{Special Abilities:} 1. Adhanced physical abilities ~ 2. Drawn out Lifespan ~ 3. Kagune
--> 1. Uta's skin and body is like stone and it takes alot to break his skin and body. It also heals much more quickly and He is nearly impervious to fire arms and blunt trama.
--> 2. His cells are more regenerative and far more superior than the normal human's. In which he can replace dieing cells more quickly and efficiently thus increasing his life span. It's rumored he's been around since the early 1920's.
--> 3. A kagune is a predatory organ and functions as a hidden and dangerous weapon and claws to disembowel stronger human prey or enemies. It is usually as red as blood (the colors are varied by health status,) flexible like the flow of water, but firm and sturdy. Powerful enough to drill through cement and metal with a string enough hit. Uta's often take form as razor sharp tendrils like a spider's legs with taloned hands or as a dagger shaped tipped pensile tail to impolize unruly prey. He can release three of these tails at any given time as he can summon all at will. This is why Uta is kept often secluded and heavily gaurded.
{Family relations:}
~~ Classified
{Friends:} "Open to collaboration."
{Enemies:} "Open to collaboration."
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{Background/History:}
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{Mental Stability:} 7/10
{Other:} N/A
I can't believe that my dude is cellmates with yours... I'm... He's amazing, love. AMAZING.
Crazy-Person (PleaseMoreKisses) wrote: "I can't believe that my dude is cellmates with yours... I'm... He's amazing, love. AMAZING.":) Glad you like him.
I probably won't have Ayumu up for a while, as I'm side-tracked by other characters and life, but I'm hoping to have Shadow's Not-Boyfriend up as soon as I can focus on him. I'm super sorry for the wait!
[Identity]
{Full Name/Nickname(s):}
• Harumu Kawa
• Meaning—Harumu, distant dream; Kawa, river; Haku, white;
• Haku, Haru, Oroka [stupid]
{Prison Number/Block/Mental Stability:}
• 11891
• Block 13, Cell 101
• Stable [fading]
{Age:}
• 11
{Gender:}
• Male
{Date of Birth:}
• December 30
{Zodiac Sign:}
• Capricorn
{Blood type:}
• O
{Sexuality:}
• Homosexual
{Crush:}
• N/A
{Relationships/Relationship Status:}
• Single [he's fn 11]
[Appearance:]
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{Hair:}
• His curly, choppy hair is a collection of several shades of gray; it is kept somewhat short, with his hair shorter in the front and longer in the back; even so, his bangs hang in his eyes
{Eyes:}
• His eyes are an odd, almost dead silver and they rarely hold any emotion
{Height:}
• 4'8 ft
{Weight:}
• Around 80 lbs
{Skin Tone:}
• Sickly pale
{Clothing Style:}
• A too-big prison uniform
{Scarring or Markings:}
• Random, abundant [in pic for some]
[Personality]
{Description:}
• QUIET/EMOTIONLESS [learned how to hide them; still slips up]/SHY/ANTISOCIAL/FEARFUL
JUMPY/ANXIOUS/PARANOID/NEVER-REALLY-THERE [always hearing/seeing something else]
GENTLE/INNATELY-KIND/CLUMSY/EMPATHETIC/LOYAL [once his trust has been earned]
INSECURE/LONELY/DESPERATE [for positive attention/affection]/DEPENDENT [on others]
{Deadly Secrets and Things to Know:}
• He has a very powerful ability that he cannot fully control
• He has a severe case of schizophrenia
• His tongue was cut off and his eye was gouged out by his mother
• He secretly keeps one of his imaginings with him at all times
{Likes/Favorite Things:}
• Yoite [the shadow-cat he always keeps with him]
• Guards who are kind to him
• The fact that he can imagine food, eat it, and then have the wound made from it disappear
• Talking to other prisoners
• Feeling protected
• Sweets [mostly hard candies]
{Dislikes/Fears:}
• Akuma [a demon from his imagination that haunts him and tries to become real]
• His mother [Akuma reflects his view of her]
• Not being able to wish himself another eye or a tongue
• Scissors [due to the tongue and eye thing]
• Mean guards and prisoners
• The ability of Block 13's Head Guard
{Interesting Facts:}
• He has a severe case of schizophrenia
• He keeps a shadow cat, Yoite, with him at all times
• He is constantly covered in wounds
• He is missing his left eye and the end of his tongue
{Ability:}
• Imagination Manifestation: Harumu's unique ability is quite self-explanatory, and it is unsurprisingly powerful. He is able to make anything his mind imagines, a reality, and due to the fact that he has a severe case of schizophrenia, there are many things that could come to life, most of which he has no control over. Sometimes, he has to will something into being, but most of the time it is a subconscious desire that brings things into reality. Unfortunately, this is not the same with a good deal of his nightmares, or the nightmarish figures his brain has created. With these creatures, he has to specifically put in effort to keep them from becoming real. And to add to this magnificent and awful power, each thing he brings to life comes with a cost—his flesh. With each being, a wound adds itself to his skin. The size and severity of the wound depends on his ability to control the thing he brings to life, it's power, and it's size.
{Crime(s):}
• First-degree murder, [unwilling] prostitution
{History:}
• Harumu never thought he was special. There was no chance to think so when his mother told him otherwise every day. Being born the son of a prostitute who had been born and raised in the slums meant that his beginning was poor, abusive, and severely lacked the concept of food. His mother, a woman whose name he no longer remembers, had never wanted a child, so when she got pregnant, she was furious at the world. There were several times that she thought of killing him, but no matter how much she drank and smoked, no matter what she ate, due to the fact that she didn't want to harm herself, he was born as a seemingly healthy child. She was able to continue her work soon after giving birth thanks to her eagerly working off the weight, but the simple fact that the boy, who she named but often called Oroka, was alive irritated her.
The woman went out of her way to refuse Harumu food, even teasing him with what she had at times, just to see that desperate look in his eyes. When he got spouts of courage and asked for some food, or a break from all of the chores she made him do, she would hit him. She did anything she could to try and break him, to try and let him die from the inside out. Due to all her torment, the boy's brain began to search for ways to protect itself from what his body physically could not. His third birthday was the first time his schizophrenia showed itself. He was cleaning the dishes when he tripped and fell off the stool he was standing on. The first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was a small, shadowy black cat. He froze in fear, but when he heard it meow and felt it gently rub against his knee, he leapt to his feet and ran toward his mother, screaming.
Seeing the cat became a regular occurrence, but after a month of ignoring it, it no longer showed itself. It seemed that things had gone back to normal. Harumu would prepare his mother a breakfast he could not have a single scrap of, she would leave, he would start chores, and by the time she came home with a man to screw and take money from, he was sitting in his small order of the apartment, where he slept on an abandoned jacket left by one of her old customers. Everything had gone back to normal, until one day when he was six, when his mother decided that he could be useful. That day, his mother brought him several men and she introduced him to them [which was a first] as Haku. They doted over him for a moment and then sneakily led him away from his little corner. Once he realized that they were leading him to the room where his mother "worked", he began struggling, screaming for her to rescue him. But there were seven of them and only one of him, and he was easily overpowered.
When the men finally left, Harumu was left in tears. His body was bruised far worse than it ever had been before, not to mention his wounds were far beyond his mother's power. That night, lying on the bed after being congratulated by his mother and shown the hundred dollar bill she had gotten from the men for his "services", he finally saw the cat again. This time, he took comfort in it's presence and cried into it's fur, it's purring a calming lullaby that helped him sleep despite the terrible pain his body was in. Harumu was warier than normal around his mother for the following week, but she was surprisingly kind toward him and even gave him some of her food before he could steal it in the middle of the night like usual. Some unfamiliar voice in his head warned him that there was something fishy going on, but he took comfort in his mother's attention and was happy that she had stopped beating him. How naive he soon realized he was. The next weekend following, she bought him a cute outfit, and that Sunday, she brought home a group of six men.
After that, the pattern of being pampered and then destroyed became...normal. Each night after a particularly calm day, he would stare at the door to their apartment, hugging the little black cat so tightly to his chest that he was sure he would have killed it, were it real. More creatures started springing to life in his mind and outside of it due to the raping and the scattered abuse. There were kind ones—the cat, the man who had warned him about his mother's strange behavior [who turned out to be a gentle, headless person], a giant bunny with a sarcastic attitude—but then there were also terrible creatures, ones that frightened him. A particular shadow of a tall man haunted him when that of real ones didn't. And then there was the worst creature of all, the one who lived, the one who breathed, the one who quickly lost patience with him—his mother. Despite the fact that she no longer called him useless, that she dressed him up for his "clients", after about a year of this little game, she stopped being kind to him. Especially that fateful night when he finally turned ten.
After a particularly brutal experience, Harumu was crying louder than normal, begging for his mother to not let them do this to him anymore, and she snapped. She marched into the bedroom, a pair of scissors in her hand and a terrifying glint in her eyes. With hateful words, she stalked toward him slowly, scaring him enough for him to sit up and back away despite the agony he was in. After she had him cornered, she paused a moment. For a split second, Harumu thought that she was maybe, possibly, hopefully, questioning all that she had put him through. But then she lunged at him. He was not strong enough to hold her back, not after what he had just gone through, and she knew that well. She easily pinned him, and she sneered, "Finally I can shut you up!" before reaching into his mouth, pulling out his tongue and then snipping a good portion of it off with the scissors. She laughed crazily about him no longer begging for food, about him still being able to make her some.... Money ended up being the last word she spoke before Harumu's ability literally came into being.
The kind, headless man, Harumu's conscience of sorts, was suddenly standing behind his mother, his arm reached around her and stabbing a kitchen knife into her chest. The poor boy had never screamed louder. When he woke, he was in a hospital with his left hand cuffed to the bed rail. A police officer with a sympathetic gaze calmly came in to ask him questions after he ate a proper meal, and then he was put through the formalities of a trial—which he was forced to be put through as an adult. There was no need though. He confessed to everything, despite not really understanding what happened. Even so, a year passed before they finally moved him into a prison, as there was much debate over his age and his ability. Today is his first day in Nanba Prison's infamous Block 13. Please be kind to him~!
{Theme Song(s):}
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“Ladies and gentlemen!”
Name: Jiichiro Hatsuma
Age: 21
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Prisoner Number: 1709
Block: 5
Prisoner/Warden: Prisoner
Crime: Multiple accounts of murder, destruction of government property. property
Appearance:
Jiichiro is a rather short and slim boy. Barely reaching over the Five-Foot-Eight marker in height, he is very small compared to his peers. His appearance never lets off any sorts of intimidating presence. He is rather bony, as not much muscular structure is seen on him. He wears multiple bobby pins in his hair mainly to restrain it from dropping into his face. He is rather as stylish as he wants to be noting that his ears are pierced, and his nails are always painted a black color. His wrists are also a brightly colored white, and have small open pores for easy access for his webbing. Most of the guards actually tend to harass Jiichiro at times due to his such small figure.
Hair: A somewhat long blonde that extends just below his neck and onto his collar.
Eyes: A light blue
Skin: A porcelain smooth tone
Style Always seen wearing rather baggie hoodies, very comfortable t-shirts, and pairs of jeans or sweatpants.
“Oh Jeez! Stop it will ya!”
Personality: Jiichiro has a lot of energy and has an upbeat personality. At times, he can be very hot-headed and very defensive, especially when it comes to him being teased about his height and size. When Jiichiro was a child, he had many tendencies to lash out at multiple peers for their teasing and bullying about how small he was compared to everyone. He’d always been a rather aggressive kid/teenager, not being able to handle any sort of criticism especially that about his body. He has a tendency to lash out at time to those who thinks are criticizing him an any way. Still, when he wants to interact with others he can be quite lively, humorous and charismatic in his own way. Jiichiro has never been the brightest person out there. He can be quite naïve at the worst of times, and his grades in school were not really the best. Well, however, despite all of these negative traits, he can be a pleasant demeanored and well-behaved boy. He is also quite sarcastic. As it turns out, being a bullied scrawny kid for your entire life can leave one a tad bitter when it comes to the peaks and valleys of high school society. Though, Jiichiro is always filled with some sort of good intent. He’s always had a natural inclination towards doing the right thing, or fulfilling some sort of ‘needed’ justice. He is quite loyal to friends he can actually manage to make, as he will do anything to make sure that their well-being could be his top priority.
History:
Jiichiro was born under an incredibly rich and rather strict family with four siblings. Most of his childhood was quite miserable despite the amount of fun he had when with his four other siblings who were all a tightly-knitted family. He was constantly bullied, teased, and harassed because of his rather petite figure, being the butt of everyone’s jokes. Since he was the oldest of the five, he was in higher grades than the others, so he needed to be tough for their sake. If they’d known how rough school life really was, he thought they’d be terrified to even consider continuing. Well, Jiichiro was already struggling enough on continuing. Keeping the bullying under his own secrets, his parents nor did school faculty ever find this out. Soon enough, Jiichiro’s mind wandered away from school, and his grades began to drop drastically, even to the point of failure. Jiichro was never the smartest, but he still maintained relatively decent grades in school.
Jiichiro’s parents began to lose much faith in him, always having countless amounts of yelling nearly every night when he got home. His relationship with his siblings was not affected, however. It was his goal to keep them as happy as they could be. And he seemed to owe this some kind of unknown debt. It was his siblings that even kept him going this long, they had become his drive to continue. He wanted to seem strong for their sake, so he tried and tried and tried to no avail. While his grades did stop dropping, he couldn’t manage to bring them up. By the time Sophomore year in high school hit, his GPA was at an appalling 2.2. The bullying never seemed to stop, but retaliation did come to Jiichiro’s mind. He attempted to fight a group of kids that were harassing him, but it was a huge mistake. Jiichiro had the crap beaten out of him, returning home with multiple bruises and scratches across his body. He just kept telling his parents that they were skateboarding accidents that occurred on his way home. They believed.
For the next couple of months, Jiichiro returned home on multiple occasions with many cuts and bruises on his body, every time coming up with the same excuse; I had a skateboarding accident on the way home. His parents caught onto the pattern, and contacted school faculty. They said they’d tried to resolve it as soon as possible, but nothing came of it. Thus, Jiichiro’s parents enrolled him in martial arts classes which he took for about a year-and-a-half. Rumors of this spread up throughout his school, so people began to lay off Jiichiro, him finally not being attacked for once. Jiichiro always questioned why the people had done it anyway. He had his own group of friends, and didn’t bother to communicate with anyone outside of that group, so the way others treated him left him completely confused. Though, one fateful night came upon Jiichiro. While out with his friends, a group of darkly dressed men ambushed them, killing four of the seven boys in the group. Jiichiro, along with the other three survivors were kidnapped and sold into human experimentation. And it was at this moment, that he would never see his family ever again.
Once captured and sold, he was brought to a large facility in a remote location. He had no idea where anything or anyone was. Though, all he remembered was the horrendous torture. He was constantly experimented on for many different things. Rather it be bone-breaking, psychological torture, etc. He was injected with many different unknown vaccines all with unknown purposes. He noticed one of the vaccines which was labeled Arachne Marxiphiliphormus. He knew that Arachne meant it was some sort of spider, but he’d never heard of the species that was listed. Before he knew that, one of the experimenters picked up the vaccine and injected it into all three of the boys. All of them immediately began to seize and were left unconscious for weeks with low signs of vitals. One of the boys died while Jiichiro and his remaining friend survived. The experimenters later revealed to them that all the previous testing had been just to see that if they could undergo such harsh treatment, that they could survive the vaccine. In other words, all that torture had been just for the vaccine that was made by a genetically enhanced spider.
Soon after, Jiichiro and his friends were held for further testing of their limitations. They’d become some sort of super humans and Jiichiro was amazed. But they were still heavily abused. If they couldn’t complete a task that was asked of them, they were electrocuted or beaten. Jiichiro and his friend devised a plan to escape in which took months of preparation. They then launched their plan into action which caused a lot of havoc. Multiple deaths occurred, including Jiichiro’s friend. Shortly after everything went down, and while everything was happening, a task worker managed to pull an alarm that would call for police support. So by the time, Jiichiro even reached the exit of the facility, he was surrounded by police. They took him into custody, not believing a word from his side of the story. He was thrown into Nanba Prison for maximum containment due to his powers.
Ability
Spider mimicry:
Specifics: Spider mimicry allows the host to have the similarities of a spider. It allows the host to lift things many many times higher than their body weight, in other words, a lot more strength. Allows for the use of webbings just like a spider. And the user grows little hairs on their feet and hands in which they can retract at will, which is used for climbing.
“So I guess we’re all done here.”
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5htN...
Other: N/A
I'm not a mod, so I can't accept them??? But, I don't really think you need specific approval, unless a mod tells you that you need to change something about them....
Oh, yeah, and you need to make sure a face claim you have in mind isn't already claimed, and you need to post the one you claim, if they aren't already taken. Just as a heads up.
Just reminding you... You gotta do that before you post... Anyway, I like him...
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Name: Lyem Theo
Age: 14
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Prison Number: 4277
Block: 13
Cell:
Prisoner/Warden: Prisoner
Crime: Multiple Felony Black Market Participation
Appearance:
Hair: Black, fluffy
Eyes: Gold-brown
Skin: Pale, usually stained in red... paint
Style: Casual. Hoodie, vest, jeans, and sneakers. He could be any kid you meet on the street.
Personality: Lyem is the definition of angst. He is very soft spoken, and usually communicates in glares and snarls. However, he is the picture of cute and fluffy older brother around his sister. He comes up with their crockpot schemes and adventures, and usually leads the young girl in crime and fun. He can be harsh and cruel, as vicious as an adult to those who think they deserve anything. He's mostly indifferent to 'normal' people. But his family? He has always idolized his older brother, and he always will. His big brother was all that ever protected him, even though Lyem knew... he knew his brother wished that he'd never been born.
History: Lyem remembers his mother. He knows all too clearly how vicious she was. He felt... sold, when he was left with his father. He was often the messenger, the quiet person bossed around by bother and father. When his brother wasn't around, his father screamed at him and insisted the boy fetch alcohol. Even as a very young child, he learned how to pick locks in the department stores, to smuggle six packs out of a store in his jacket. He learned how to lock his father out of his room during particularly bad nights, how to make even the key refuse to turn.
His brother, Shem, saved him the most. His big brother willingly took on all the abuse to protect his younger sibling, and Lyem resented and loved him for it. He hated that he was useless, that he couldn't help his brother at all. Even when his brother wasn't around, his father shouted at the boy constantly, intimidating him. His blows, though, were few and long in between. He'd beat Lyem in the side, or where the wounds weren't visible, and the boy wouldn't tell Shem. These wounds, they were rites of passage. They were the signs that Lyem was equal to his big brother.
Then, his half-sister was introduced to the family, and Lyem adopted her, practically. He fetched formula, scrounged for a cradle, and protected little Lyylyen, raising her in his own room. Now, he felt he knew what his brother had been doing for him, but he swore to do it a million times better.
Unaware to his brother's dealings in the black market organ trade, Lyem was shocked when they moved, quite suddenly, to a new home, far from their father. He settled in, but... for the first time, he saw his brother bleeding. He became obsessed with the image, trying to paint it with his watercolors. Angry, he raided a blood bank the next night. The color was vivid, perfect. He was addicted to the color, but he knew better than to share his new paint with his siblings. He was simply an artist.
Due to his brother's help, he was put into a prestigious school, his first school, where he excelled. He just naturally knew how things work, almost instantaneously. Due to his calling as an awkward nerd, the teacher's pet, the rest of the class started to beat up on him. He took all this in stride, too, getting revenge in... unusual ways.
He painted in the blood of his enemies, threatening the school bullies with death if they told anyone. His father, too, soon learned to fear him. Unlike his brother, he kept up a relationship with the abuser.
When his brother was arrested, Lyem got mad. Really mad. He got involved in his brother's loose ties to the black market. Using his unique skill, he hacked secure government databases, dangling information, and making a small fortune. He's got millions. Then, with agreement from his little sister, he arranged to get them both caught. And then, together, the family would escape Nanba prison, and live off the vast fortune he amassed! His brother wouldn't need to take people's organs. He wouldn't need to steal blood. His sister would be raised in the best schools with all the best people! They could be happy...
So, all to plan, he got arrested for selling confidential information, escaped juvie with his sister, escaped prisons, somehow kept them both together. Somehow got them both into Nanba. Now.... to find his brother and escape. Or just live out their terms.
Ability: Understanding.
Specifics: He can look at something and understand completely and absolutely how it works. He can pick locks, solve problems, do amazing feats of physics, and... well, he's a little genius.
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49tpI...
Other: Loves his family... in weird ways. He now takes advantage of his brother's obsession with a powerful girl in building 13, the "speed demon", in his own words. He frantically teases his big brother about a 'crush' on his 'specimen'. He'd probably encourage any fostering humanity in his big brother, really.
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“Hi!”
“I knew you’d be here. I knew you’d look at me like that and would try to walk away. I saw this happen already so, I know that you’ll stay.”
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Lyylyen Theo
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ N/A
{Her abilities and reason for being in Nanba are kept secret.}
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Lyly
│ Aɢᴇ │ 6
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ February 27
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │4:25pm
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Pisces
│ Cᴇʟʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 13
│ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ﹕│ 1646
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Asexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ N/A
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Hikari Yo [English Cover}
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Unknown
Relation » Mother |◦ » ◦| Status » AWOL
Name “Jeremy Theo”
Relation » Father |◦ » ◦| Status » Deceased
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Shem Theo
Relation » Oldest Brother |◦ 21 » ◦| Status » Alive
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Name Lyem Theo
Relation » Brother |◦ 14 » ◦| Status » Alive
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"Isn’t it curious?"
"Doesn’t every sister want to help their brothers?"
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Medium Blonde
│ Eʏᴇs │ Brown
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale, flushed.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 4’1”, twig like figure.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Rin Kaga
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Scar on her arm{got when she got Shem down when he’d hung himself}
"That’s funny. You think you can win! Lyem! Did you hear them!"
"I don’t really understand but I can see things before it happens… So I draw it for my brother to see."
“I see it all. I know what’ll happen before it happens. I don’t want to see all the death and pain that I often see.”
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │Her Brothers
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│Intel Broker/ Seer
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│`Reading {only thing she cannot see the endings of}
`Music
`Art {draws perfect replications of her prophecies}
│ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs﹕│Clairvoyance: Lyly has the ability to see the (far off to a few seconds) future events. With this ability, she can determine the most prominent future climax will be if one is to continue on that path. However, the future is ever changing and has various possibilities so what she predicted one minute can change during the next. Fortunately, Lyly has a great semblance of control over her power, activating it on command and focus it on what exact conclusion she’s searching for.
“I saw them like this and then come together like this!”
This ability is not subjected just to her own path but anyone or anything’s. However, the weaker and less accurate it becomes when she isn’t involved in that person’s life thus, her ability to see her own future is the strongest.
Another drawback of this ability (seeing as the future is always changing) is her control of her power lessens when she’s unconscious. This means she’s plagued by future events during her rest. More often than not, she won’t be able to sleep or her sleep is filled with ‘nightmares’.
In addition to seeing the future, the ability of Clairvoyance allows her to see other’s current (or near future) events and she only needs to think of these people. However, her body is immobile whenever she uses her ability leaving her in a very vulnerable state (more than usual).
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇs﹕│`Procuring Classified Information/Distribution of Classical Information
`Breaking/Entering
`Espionage
`Trespassing
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Lyly is a sweet, gentle, and caring little girl. She definitely didn’t get it from her parents, nor traditionally from her older brothers. She’s kind and often is putting her brother’s needs before her own. However, that doesn’t mean she isn’t like any other spoiled 6-year-old girl. She’s very selfish when it comes to her brothers. She likes having their attention and even more, being around them. She doesn’t find much interesting after all, she can see the future, though she doesn’t understand it completely herself. However, whenever she’s with her brothers, she doesn’t seem to see it as often and can just enjoy her time with them. She loves and adores her brothers, which only increases the more they dote and give her affection. She’s still a rather silly girl, often goofy and tends to like things going her way.
“Nuuu.”
Due to her love towards her brothers, she goes to length to keep them safe. She doesn’t want to be separated from them ever. She’ll do anything in her power to see it before it happens and put a stop to it before it become reality. Speaking of her powers, she doesn’t let this affect her curiosity. Her clairvoyance doesn’t see everything. However, she is shy when it comes to other people other than her family. To be frank, she doesn’t like other people. She’d much rather be with her brothers and doesn’t have much patience for other people. Thus, the usually sweet and gentle girl will suddenly have a bunch of attitude.
“What? No, I don’t think so. Can you leave now?”
Due to her attitude with other people, she finds it hard to trust others. She doesn’t care about them too much and she often sees things about them she’d rather not. It makes her extremely cautious around people and avoids them as much as she can.
It doesn’t help that the more she meets people, the more futures she’s introduced to. This is problematic since she happens to suffer from bad dreams. She has a lot of control over her clairvoyance when she’s conscious but she loses her restraints on it when unconscious. Thus, she is often plagued by the numerous, horrible paths the people she’s met could go down leaving her nights restless or completely sleepless. She often can get away with sleeping if she slides in with Lyem (occasionally Shem when he doesn’t feel like exploring his suicidal tendencies).
“I didn’t sleep… too many bad things happening.”
Despite her childish nature that comes up a lot, she is still rather wise for her age. It’s an influence from her ability to see the future. She has experienced a lot and learned much. Remaining as childish as she is should be a bit more surprising. She’s rather composed and doesn’t like to acknowledge that she’s young. It makes her feel inadequate to stand beside her brothers. Although, she uses her age to her advantage whenever she wants her brothers’ attention.
She’s typically an indoor person, less exposure after all. However, she still loves parks and nature and loves going whenever she can.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Being With Her Brothers
☻ Drawing
☻ Reading
☻ Her Brothers
☻ Suckers
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ People
☹ Bad Endings
☹ Suicide
☹ Being Weak
☹ Being Too Little
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Clairvoyance
✮ Intelligence
✮ Mental Strength
✮ Determination
✮ Loyalty
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Lack Of Experience
☆ Strength
☆ Speed
☆ Combat
☆ Faulty Visions
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Losing Her Brothers
✗ Snakes
✗ Spiders
✗ Failing To Save Her Brother
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"I don’t have a mommy or a daddy but I only need my brothers. They love me lots."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Lyylyen was born from a whore of a women to a man who she randomly hooked up with one night. She was dumped a few days after birth in a shack who held two boys and a man. Supposedly being her family, she was left there after her mother left, discovering she can’t extort money out of the man and left her to rot with the rest of them.
The man did nothing but the eldest boy was the first to address Lyylyen, picked her up gently in his arms. It was clear he had experience holding a baby. The first thing Lyly remembers of her past in that horrible house was seeing her with those two boys, her brothers living happily together.
From that moment on, she took to them quickly. She adored the two boy who didn’t let the man anywhere near her. However, she wasn’t kept there for long. The elder brother, Shem, took her and Lyem out of the shack, away from that strange man and to a new, nice home. She didn’t care, as long as she was with them. If one of them wasn’t in the room during Lyylyen as an infant, she’d bawl until one of them returned.
However, Shem was absent often, so it was left to Lyem to look after her and he did. She adored her brother but she was often needed to be cared after by the nursemaid who made sure Lyly was eating what she needed. Lyly would scream and cry if every left alone with the woman though so it was a trying task, considering Lyem had school. Shem often returned during those times when the lady called him to complain.
At age two, Shem continued to be absent a lot. He said it was for work but never said what work was. So, she continued to spend a lot of time with Lyem. Life was fun in this home. She played with her brothers as often as they could. Whenever they couldn’t she found herself drawn into drawing things and stuffed animals that Shem would buy her. She’d often convince Lyem to play with her with the stuffed animals. She couldn’t of had a better childhood (despite spending a lot of nights sleepless).
Shem was around as often as possible though sometimes it was only for short periods and there would be days where they wouldn’t see him. She felt saddened by his absences but he always made it up to them when he returned. It was clear he loved and cared about them. He would cook when he returned, and he was a pretty good cook. He’d even play with her without even asking! Shem took them to the zoo, the park and anywhere she asked him to. She could handle when both of her brother were away at this age, even with the lady sticking around just to babysit. She saw them returning so she knew it would happen.
She adored her big brothers who spoiled her. However, she felt that something was wrong about their family. She didn’t have any parents after all and she never saw them. She only ever saw her brothers and they often looked older. Those were the times she knew would happen. They often reassured her that whenever they left they were coming back. She was always afraid of being abandoned.
Despite how loving and doting her brother was… she saw some bad things. Sometimes it was him hurting people or even worse, he’d hurt himself. She never saw it in person but she knew it was happening, would be happening.
Once, she saw Shem dying. She freaked out and rushed to his room to find that he’d just hung himself. She climbed up and cut him free but when his unconscious body fell, it hit her on the way down causing her to fall and join him. She cut her side off the dresser and passed out. She awoke to Shem patching her wound, apologizing to her but told her it was nothing. He won’t be so careless next time. And scolded her for endangering herself. Her worries weren’t scared away but she decided to trust her big brother.
“Why is Shem doing that? Does he want to hurt himself? …but why does he want to leave? Does he not love me?”
When Lyly was four, turning five, her brother was taken into custody and sent to Nanba Prison. She was devastated when she found out (she hadn’t expected it, the future was clear and then suddenly, it changed). She didn’t want to be separated from him like this. They were supposed to live happily together.
She approached Lyem, knowing about his intel crime network (from her clairvoyance) and demanded to be involved in it. She knew that if they grew large enough, they’d get the opportunity to get caught and with their abilities, would be sent to Nanba with their brother. She wanted them together, even if it was in prison. She knew she could help by using her own ability to help them keep a step ahead of their enemies.
He fortunately agreed, something she wouldn’t take the answer no to. She proceeded to help with stealing info, doing all a 6-year-old girl could do. Fortunately, no one pays too much attention to kids, especially when talking about important things they believe young kids like her can’t understand. She was able to infiltrate places like this and innocently overheard conversations she’d link to Lyem (since she would carry a wire). She would get out of there is she saw it ending badly, assuring her brother she would run at a moment’s notice.
In addition to espionage, she helped her brother break into places, trespassing, and entering illegally. She kept watch more often than not, unable to help with any technical stuff. She was very good at her end of the job though he was better. She idolized her brothers but she’d never see his abilities in person. It was magical.
This continued until she turned six and she got the vision of them getting caught and sent to Nanba. Excited, she told Lyem and they let themselves get caught (though they didn’t make it that obvious). They were just sent to Nanba prison, the same building and even cell as their brother (Lyly would have caused a scene otherwise).
She’s excited to see her brother again and be happy with her brothers by her side once again. This time, they don’t need to go away for school or work!
“No, I don’t want that! I want my brother!”
"I'm here because my brother's here and he promised to take care of us. He can’t do that trapped in here."
Name: Balba Atlas, but you can call him 'Little Ox' If he knows you well enough.Age: 24
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Prisoner Number: 0561
Building: 1 (once was 13)
Cell Number: 27
Crime: Five Murder Charges and three attempted escapes from prison
Appearance:
Balba is a giant in every sense of the word. He is tall compare to A LOT of people and most are slightly scared of him if they have never talked to him. He is close to eight feet tall. With a sturdy and muscular, body from all the hard labor he did under a New Mexican sun, He is a sight to behold. Besides that, his face looks almost chubby by comparison, with a mop of brown hair to his eyes and his eyes themselves dopey looking and are a grey-blue color. He has a bit of scruff on his face, as always forgets to shave when he is suppose to and by the time he remembers, it's too late. Balba also has plenty of hair on his arms, chest, etc. He looks slightly disheveled with the prison pants, a white t-shirt, a giant, black, puffy, winter coat full of sweets and different baubles, and size 14 shoes, though he tends not to wear shoes as he dosen’t like the feel of them. He does have plenty of healed over scars, scrapes, and bumps from him tending to hurt himself, hardly ever on purpose. Balba only has one tattoo, a picture of stylized head of an ox on his back left shoulder. You can usually see him with his stupid smile on his face, happy to be alive.
Personality: For all his appearance, you would imagine Balba to be one scary individual, that is hardly the case, He is an absolute sweetheart. He will usually greet strangers and people he knows with a hug, since he loves hugs. That said he is not smart, only having about a grade school level education, but is smart enough to where you can talk to him and feel like you're not talking to a wall. He is basically an 8 foot child as Balba is quite gullible will almost always believe what he is told, unless he has very good reason not to. He is very awkward when he dosent know one, trying to stay quite and shrink his gargantuan body. His voice is quite low and he speaks somewhat slowly, as if he needs to focus on what he is saying to actually get it out. Though most of the time he is docile, if your were to hurt someone he considered a friend (which is many people) and he found out, you better run and hide. Balba’s anger is well known in the prison as he will hunt down whoever it was who hurt his friend and try to tear them limb from limb, that is why most people are terrified of this gentle giant. Balba is from a very religious tribe and so he believes that there is spirits in everything that is nature, so he enjoys the outdoor very much, that is where he was born to be, working with his hands.
History: Balba Athas was a happy child growing up. Raised in a native american “tribe” towards the border of Mexico and New Mexico in ‘93. His mother, Andry, knew he was special the moment he was born, much bigger that most babies, She named the child Balba, meaning Warrior in her culture. Andry would return to the tribe after, and with every child born to the, everyone helped out, as the father was off fighting in the Navy. He grew up helping his mother with labor, her calling Balba her ‘little ox’. Schooling was an odd situation, as they had no actually schools, but an older coulpe taught the kids the best they could, mostly with stories about their past and great folklore. Balba’s powers of mind reading came at a very young age, and the tribe thought it as a gift. The chief, Jacoby, call the gift Spirit Talking, and only a few good men ever got that ability to speak with the soul, that it was gifted to him by the spirits themselves. Balba didn’t care that much, it was neat, but did not work unless it wanted him to hear something. So for the rest of his adolescence, Balba worked hard for the tribe, being the best laborer just by massive strength and size alone. He was often teased about his height, as he stood a good feet above kids his age, but they were quickly shut up by their ‘teachers’. At 17, he was acting like an like a man, helping move the horses from pasture to pasture. The tribe knew that Balba was ready for the next step. Andry sat him down a day before his 18th birthday and explained to him the best she could that he would need to move to the city, where he could make money and send it home so the tribe could afford food and other supplies. Balba was actually pretty ok with this, though sad that he would see all his family less. So less than a week after his party and him officially a man, Balba set out for Santa Fe. At first he did not get use to city life. He almost got ran over, twice, and some punk attempted to mug him, but Balba did not have anything, so the kid just punched him and ran off. Now, Balba was quite a sight, at the height he is today, most people looked at him with either fear or awe. Only when someone would talk to him would they realize his slower demeanor and his teddy bear personality. Balba almost immediately got a job as a factory worker, as it was for him to show off his strength. Pretty close to after getting a job, he bought a shack on the edge of town to live in. It was pretty run down, but Balba was handy so it wasn’t an issue. With all this going on, he met someone, and that someone would ruin his life forever. Her name was Ruth MacDaniels, and to Balba, she was the most perfect person he ever did meet. But Ruth was no angel, as Balba had thought. She was a cold, calculating, woman who killed people by proxy, and Balba was going to be her next puppet. They met at the bookstore, but Ruth had been watching him a couple of days beforehand. He immediately fell for her, as she had changed herself to make herself perfect to the idiot, at least, Ruth thought of him like an idiot. She weaved her web in two years, making sure she had him under her her thumb which she did indeed. Balba worked harder to make enough money for sending home, which he never forgot, and making sure his ‘girlfriend’ was happy. The entire time he was with Ruth, his powers never seemed to kick in with her. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. On August 20th, 2014, Ruth came to Balba's home, balling and looking like a mess. As Balba tried to calm her down and as what happened she began telling him she got raped by five men in this bar. It was a group of men she despised, but she visited that bar frequently and knew who they were so Ruth decided that those 4 plus the bartender would be her next victims. Balba, disturbed and angered, ran to the bar and he didn’t remember what happened next. When the police found Balba, he was curled into a ball, crying and rocking. He was covered head to toe in blood with bodies, horribly mangled, flung around the place. Baba was arrested and he admitted to the crimes, never saying anything about Ruth, as she told him not to, and he did not want to embarrass her like that. So he was put into a first holding prison as he awaited sentencing, but the guard fell asleep and had left the door unlocked, so Balba simply walked out and was captured again when they found him in the diner next door, eating lunch. The next prison, the bars were so pliable that he just blended them, trying to chase after a rat he had turn into a pet of sorts. By the time of the sentencing trial, he had escaped from three times from three different prisons, never on purpose, more by luck. The judge knew this and took pity on the giant, knowing he would do such a horrific crime so she had him tested, hoping that there was something so she could send him to a nicer place. The doctor learned about Baba's powers as they talked and also noticed that Balba was a tad slower than the average human being. The doctor suggested Nanba, he would be taken care of decently there. So that is where Balba was sentenced to for 2 life sentences. He arrive there at 22 and has been in Block 13 for all of the two years he has been at the prison, put in a cell with an older man and some kid he hardly sees. Balba is being considered to move to Block 1 due to lack of trying to escape. Now and days, he sits in his cell or is working, trying to still send plenty of money home, one of the few addresses he still remembers.
Ability: Spirit Realm Warrior
Specifics: His powers are actually two powers, which one he cant control, but kicks in when it wants. That would be his power of reading minds, it is mostly used when he sees someone new, he gets the basic information about the person. In his mind it is told through your Spirit, a sorta ghostly version of you that float next to you. His other ability is one he always has on but dosen't even know he has it. His own 'spirit' is quite strong, to the point if he exerts himself to exhaustion he could lift a car, but he never wants to hurt anybody, unless it is the exception said above.
Theme Song: CCR- Have You Ever Seen The Rain?
"Your all nothin' but a bunch of pawns to the government trying to make me like you!"
-Stephen yelling at a guard Name: Stephen Lore,
Age: 20
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Prisoner Number: 83
Building: 3
Cell Number: 40
Crime: 2 sexual assaults and an arson that lead to 4 deaths and 6 others almost dying.
"I was 'normal' as you put it, than Sarge opened my eyes to what is really going on."
Appearance:
((With more scars)Stephen is a twig, very wiry and lanky, pale and covered in cuts and scars. He has choppy black hair that he keep out of his face by blowing it up a lot. He is clean shaved, with deep bags under his eyes. His eyes change color almost depending on his mood, but always are a dull color. they are blue-r when he is happy, green-r when he is bored, brown-r when sad, and they become colorless when he is pissed. He wears a normal prison outfit but with a long sleeve shit underneath it. Stephen is 6'0" and can be seen fidgeting or staring at nothing, trying to get some sleep.
"You touch me and I'll break you fingers."
Personality: Stephen is very, very, paranoid. He believes the government is everywhere, controlling anyone they can who cant see through the facade of "normal" and will only talk to a few guards and prisoners who he believes wont try to turn him into a robot. He DOES NOT like to be touched and will jump or hit you if you don't give him fair warning that you are going to touch him. He loves movies and would rather watch them in the dark all day instead of talking to people. His favorite shows/movies to watch are ironically, cop shows. (Criminal Minds, Bones, Blue Bloods, Ect.) Stephen is a insomniac from his nerves about what goes on around him.
"Don't judge, man. Your the one who is a slave, I'm free."
History: Stephen was, at one point, a normal human being and not the twitchy, TV obsessed man that is today. He grew up in Omaha, Nebraska with two sisters and a father. He was a quiet kid, enjoying to write and was going to go to college but never got the chance to go. At his junior year of high school he went on a trip with best friend Conner and his mate's girlfriend Baylee around the USA. It was the worst mistake he ever made. When they stopped for a couple days to rest in some town he couldn't remember he met this older fellow who needed help looking for his dog. Him being a stupid 16 year old agreed to help him find him. This man led him away and next thing Stephen knew, he was in a dank basement his hands cuffed and one leg chained to a post. This vile man, later known to Stephen as Sarge or Suh(sir), was demented and wanted to break someones mind to the point where he was capable of murder. So for 2 years he was stuck in this miniature hell where he was tortured, then talked about the world how awful it and that crimes were the only way to be free. He never got to see the light of day. After this time, he was given a meal, something odd for Sarge, but Stephen scarfed it down. He then fell asleep and awoke in a strange place, in front of his house His father freaked out when he saw his dear son again, he was way skinnier, covered in filth and scars, and he was scared of everyone. He tried to adapt to being in this strange world but after 3 months, he began to hear Sarge's voice, telling him to do vile things to the peolpe he saw. One night, he saw this gorgeous woman walking out of a bar and the voice was to hard to resist this time. He grabbed her and dragged her into the bar she came from where 9 others were and began to assault her. As he was doing it he saw some matches, and bottles of alcohol and a it of gas. He knew what he had to do, what Sarge wanted him to do. That bar burned down that night, killing 4 and almost killing 6 others. No one knew it was him until a week later when he tried to sexually assault another woman in broad daylight. Stephen would admit to the crimes. He was immediately put on meds and sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole. They thought twice he escaped from one prison but had really gone invisible so they got smart and decided to send him to Nanba. He was put in Building 3 where he met this lady who said she could help him, cure him, as long as he listened to her. Now he will not take his meds until she tells him and knows that his psychologist is always right.
"I like to disappear a lot, people don't bother me when I'm not there.."
Ability: Invisibility
Specifics: It is usually a reaction to being scared, or if he doesn't focus on being seen, his body will fade away leaving nothing. If someone was to bump into him while invisible he would appear for a flash then go away again since he got frightened. He has only a lesser control of it, enough to where he isn't always invisible.
Theme Song: Adiopocere- Rusty Cage
Other: His list of people he trusts- The Nurses and Doctors he visited very regularly as he tends to hurt himself a lot, his psychologist, Sarge, and a small number of guards. The rest are just being controlled by the Man, man.
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