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message 1: by ɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴜs (last edited Oct 28, 2014 10:32PM) (new)

ɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴜs (ignatiustheilliterate) | 110 comments Mod
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message 2: by [deleted user] (last edited Nov 02, 2014 04:04AM) (new)

●ɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Sirena Paige Forest
● ʙʏɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Ina (ee-n-a)

● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ● F-SP-087976-10TCo
● ᴀɢᴇ ● unknown
looks 16
● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● February 12
● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● Savannah, Georgia

● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ● female
● sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● straight
● ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ● single

● ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ● baby sitter
● ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ● neutral

● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ● http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Ac...
● ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ● Ryan Newman
○ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ○ light
○ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Dark brown
○ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ startling light blue, with a dark gray outlining the pupil
○ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ○ lithe, agile, and strong
○ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 5’7
○ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 125
○ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ○ O-

● ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ ● usually jeans, or shorts with a flowy tank top and a cardigan
fancy occasions: http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236...
● ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ●
power mimic/borrowing
Atmokinesis
● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ●
• Loyal
• Sweet
• Smart
• Cunning
• Not trusting
• Trustworthy
• Manipulative
• Kind

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ● dark brown wavy hair with slight lighter brown highlights. A subtle splash of freckles on her nose, long dark lashes.

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ● she was born in savannah Georgia. Her father was a rich doctor and her mother owned a bakery. They lived in a beautiful house by the bakery. From birth her mother noticed Sirena was a bit different. She was just a human but didn’t like the idea that people with “gifts” were locked up and possibly experimented on, so she kept it quiet. It became harder and harder as she got stronger and stronger. Wind storms would appear out of nowhere and during thunder storms only their block was sunny. So her husband used his ability and borrowed sirena’s. But then she developed new ones. It became obvious she was a power borrower as well when their close friends would come to their house to get their powers back. Sirena is very smart and in 12th grade. her parents know that she is being tracked but are just glad that their human neighbors haven't found out and that she has't been taken away.

● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ●

● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ●
• Lilly Kathryn Forest
• Mack James forest


● ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴs ●
A charm bracelet where she keeps a little bit of every power she’s ever borrowed and a necklace from a trip around the world she took with her family. she got a gold chain and at every place they visited she got a glass charm for her neckace ( usually in animal form or flower) and a jewel for her bracelet.


message 3: by ɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴜs (last edited Oct 30, 2014 10:34AM) (new)

ɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴜs (ignatiustheilliterate) | 110 comments Mod
All right, Sophia. For the powering-borrowing, I'd prefer it if it was a quick burn. As in master-level users having a max of ten to twenty minutes of someone's power. So the year of borrowed teleportation wouldn't really work (I'm sorry!). It would also be fairly impossible, VOLKE keeps a close eye on the subhuman ghettos. Sophie, your serial number is F-SP-087976-10TC0.


message 4: by Lyndsey (last edited Oct 29, 2014 06:01PM) (new)

Lyndsey | 170 comments ● ɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Wren Decrepidine
● ʙʏɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Ren

● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ● D-WN-112106-04FP1

● ᴀɢᴇ ● 19
● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● June, 19th
● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● Nevada, USA

● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ● Male
● sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● Straight
● ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ● Open

● ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ● Computer Hacker
● ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ● Sister, Rae

● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ●

● ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ● Jamie Campbell Bower
○ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ○ Pale; without blemish
○ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Bleached white
○ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Dark azure blue
○ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ○ Muscular and compact; long legs and slender wrists
○ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 6'1"
○ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 120 lbs
○ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ○ O

● ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ ●
Dark leather jackets, tight black jeans, and excessive piercings.

● ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ●
1. Fire manipulation
2. Enhanced Senses
3. Invisibility

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ●
Cold, and unloving.
Explosive, and moody.
Cocky, and manipulative.

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ●
A monster. That's what they said he was--but was it more than that? Had he always been this way, but only now had the presence to demonstrate it?
He cared for his sister, of course. Inside him however, Wren felt the safest place for those you loved was death. She'd stayed by him all these years, even after he'd been dragged away by the V.O.L.K.E. Even when he realized that those agents should have put a knife in his gut when they had the chance.
That he would find every last one of them, and make them pay with their own blood for the things they'd done.

The truth was... he blamed them.
For everything.

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ●
Wren raised his younger sister Rae, while struggling to control his erratic powers which manifested themselves in explosive bouts of flame. He was taken by the V.O.L.K.E. after a particularly disastrous incident. At the lab, he discovered he wasn't alone in his hatred for the scientists that treated him like a lab rat. With that knowledge, he decided to find radical, pro-subhuman group, rummored to be waging war on the V.O.L.K.E. In the hopes that he could join him in his growing hatred of the V.O.L.K.E. he left for the group, taking his sister who had little knowledge of what was truly going on, with him.

● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ●

● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ● Sister, Rae.


message 5: by Lissy ~Heart of Glass~ (last edited Nov 02, 2014 06:25AM) (new)

Lissy ~Heart of Glass~ Goode (lissygoode) | 44 comments Mod


● ɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Zara Fench
● ʙʏɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Z, Rebound

● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ● F-ZA-993856-28QF5

● ᴀɢᴇ ● 19
● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● 02/07/95
● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● Dayton, Ohio, USA

● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ● Female
● sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● Straight
● ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ● Single

● ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ● Underground street fighter
● ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ●
Uncle Sol's House (Former)
The Citizens (Former)
V.O.L.K.E. (Acquainted)
The Arena (Current)

● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ●
○ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ○ Light tan, freckles
○ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Light blonde
○ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Violet
○ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ○ Slender
○ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 5'8" or 172.72 cm
○ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 117lbs
○ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ○ AB+

● ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ ● Zara usually wears tight, skimpy outfits when working in the Arena to maximize skin contact. When not working, she usually sticks to thin long sleeved shirts and jeans. Though she is comfortable with her body, she often doesn't wear flattering clothes when on break.

● ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ● Zara has the rare ability of Mimic. After having any form of skin contact with a person, for any period of time, she can borrow their skills and abilities. A unique aspect Zara has found about her ability, is that if she doesn't use the borrowed power right away she can sore it up to sixteen hours (depending on the length of contact) to use at a later time. Though she can only store away six or seven powers at a time. Zara can also absorb or block attacks aimed at her. This ability allows her to protect groups and individuals in her care.

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● Most people don't try to get close enough to Zara to understand her personality. All they see is the remorseless fighter with cold eyes, and not the hidden hurt underneath. Which is what Zara wants. She learned early in life not to let emotions show, not to let the fear take over. She doesn't need, want, or expect pity from anyone, even her brother. When on her own, Zara can be found either practicing her MMA skills or reading a good book. Though she's afraid of commitment in relationships, she loves good old fashioned romance novels where the hero saves the day.

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ● Zara is hard to get a read on. She is cold and emotionless in public, causing people to not want to speak with her. Even the fellow Arena fighters avoid her most of the time. The only person she lets see her emotions is her brother Xing. And perhaps Nikolai if she's pissed off enough.

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ●
Zara was born the second child of a prostitute. She grew up in Uncle Sol's House, surrounded by men and women alike. It wasn't unusual for her to be kicked out of a room when a man came in, or to help clean up rooms after they left. It was just a normal day at the house when her mother or one of her "aunties" came out of a room with a busted lip. Until Zara started kindergarten she hadn't realised most women didn't walk around shirtless.

It quickly became obvious to Zara that school was not a happy place. Children teased her about her mother, teachers talked down to her, and half way through kindergarten her brother ran off and left her alone. That was when the real trouble started. Without Xing to protect her, Zara often got jumped on the school playground or walking home. One day a group of kids went as far as breaking her arm. Zara didn't let that get her down, though. She started skipping school and spending her time in the public library. Turned out, Zara wasn't stupid and she quickly advanced to a college reading level before she was in third grade. She spent most of her free time at the library trying to learn as much as she could, even going online to political chats and voicing her ideas. Zara loved being treated like she knew something, and craved the respect strangers gave her that others didn't.

When Zara was twelve, Uncle Sol made her work for him to earn her keep. Men had taken notice of her as she grew, feeling her up or pulling her onto their laps as they waited for the next available woman. It was time, Sol had decided, to put her to actual work. Two years of being rented out taught Zara to close off emotion and keep her young to herself. She became a shell, only doing what was told until she could escape into one of her books.

One day, two weeks after her fourteenth birthday, a man showed up at the house followed by three other's. Before she knew what was happening, Sol, who had decided to take some stress out on Zara, was missing his head. The man wrapped Zara in a blanket and ushered her out of the house to a waiting car. Her brother, had finally come to her rescue.

That night, Zara learned about The Citizens and the life Xinc had been living for the past few years. She joined their ranks for six months, learning that she too was gifted like her brother, before V.O.L.K.E. took down the team of gifted teens and adults. Some, like her brother, chose to join V.O.L.K.E., others like herself where categorized and allowed to sort out their own lives under V.O.L.K.E. supervision.

It was then that Zara found the Arena, a gifted fighting ring. It paid well, and there were always rooms available for the fighters. Zara spent the last five years rising to the top of the ranks and winning almost every victory. One of her only losses to this date, was her fight against the V.O.L.K.E. agent Nikolai Kuznetsov.


● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ● There are several traumas in Zara's past that lead her to being hydrophobic, claustrophobic, and nyctophobic. She doesn't like to talk about it.

● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ●
Xinc Fench; Brother; Alive
Roselyn Fench; Mother; Unknown

● ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴs ●
Zara keeps a gold ring on a chain with her at all times. The ring belonged to her brother, and he gave it and the chain to her before he ran away. Zara used the ring as a good-luch charm, and still wears it when not working.


message 6: by 『ᴡɪᴄᴋʟɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀsʜ ● ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ』 (last edited Oct 30, 2014 08:49PM) (new)

『ᴡɪᴄᴋʟɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀsʜ ● ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ』 (wickling) | 19 comments


● ɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Adalric Klaus Schneider
● ʙʏɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Sovereign

● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ●

● ᴀɢᴇ ● 24
● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● 5/1/1990
● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● Seattle, Washington

● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ● Masculine
● sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● Pansexual
● ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ● Single

● ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ● Forensic Scientist
● ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ● Seattle Police Department



● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ●

● ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ● Lucas Till
○ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ○ Pale
○ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Blonde
○ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Blue
○ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ○ Athletic | Swimmer's Body
○ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 5' 10"
○ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 135 lbs
○ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ○ A Negative
● ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ ●
[x][x][x][x][x][x]

● ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ●
Hypercognition
↳ The user can instinctively or with little effort perform complex mental operations beyond the capability of a normal human mind. Sub-power of Enhanced Intelligence.

Power Mimicry
↳Users with this power are able to mimic and copy the abilities of others around oneself. User can even stack several powers together, which may lead to Power Mixture. When mimicking powers, this allows Adalric to use this power when his Adaptation calls for it. Adalric can copy powers and add it to a 'data base' of sorts, but can only use it when needed.

Superior Adaptation
↳Users can quickly adapt to any situation, automatically gaining the necessary attributes to face them. In a fight, they may adapt themselves to resist abilities, replicate and enhance them to surpass their opponents, or spontaneously develop specific countermeasures. They can also analyze and understand any object, person or situation, quickly deducing the best course of action.

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ●
Adaptable
Charismatic
Scrupulous
Sarcastic
Fawning
Haughty
Flamboyant
Spontaneous
● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ●
While he is charismatic and charming, he is very immature and prideful. Often showing off or sassing those who dare question his great intellect, he is a spunky force to be reckoned with. He is spontaneous and puppy-like, full of energy, and can act like a child at times, brooding in the corner of the room with his lip pouting and his arms crossed.

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ●
Born to Randolph "Ralph" Cornelius and delinde Freya Schneider in the spring of 1990, he was always different from the other kids. He learned faster, matured faster and always knew what to do in any given situation. His preternatural abilities were 'weak,' unable to mimic powers at a young age, he was unable to unlock his adaption ability's full potential.

He was impossibly well rounded in school, from making a van Gogh that was nearly identical in sixth grade to understanding complex mathematics in eighth, he was the star student in his high school in Seattle. His father pushed him to enter competitions and show off, but his mother knew of his abilities, even before Adalric himself knew what they were, and told him to not be so open about his 'gifts.'

Of course, he was at the top of his class in high school and headed off to Harvard for college. He majored in forensic science and went on to work of the police. He is currently seeking out others like him, other P.G.P. He tries to keeps his abilities a secret, and when he can, he uses them to help the police as a form of vigilante.



● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ●
Surprisingly enough, he is semi-religious and highly superstitious. He also enjoys reading up on the occult and loves dark fantasy literature and horror movies/games. He is easily distracted and has a rather short attention span. He has a blog, which is as random as he is. Worst of all, he is highly suggestive and flirts continuously with whatever catches his eye - somehow he is unable to tell when he is not wanted.
● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ●
Mother | Adelinde Freya Schneider nee Korbinian | 51
Father | Randolph "Ralph" Cornelius Schneider | 43
● ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴs ●
He collects stuffed animals. He has his family ring on his left ring finger.




ɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴜs (ignatiustheilliterate) | 110 comments Mod
 

•●• ɴɪᴋᴏʟᴀɪ ᴋᴜᴢɴᴇᴛsᴏᴠ •●•

“ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴜs
ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴜs sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ.”
— ғʀɪᴇᴅʀɪᴄʜ ɴɪᴇᴛᴢsᴄʜᴇ
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message 8: by Brandon (last edited Dec 12, 2014 12:46PM) (new)

Brandon | 20 comments ● ɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Louis Adrian Marwick
● ʙʏɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Lou (L-oo)

● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ● M-LA-871098-45KL5

● ᴀɢᴇ ● 17
● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● 5/13/1997
● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● Vail, Colorado

● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ● male
● Will date ● girls
● ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ● single

● ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ● Handyman
● ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ● Arena(Past mostly)

● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ●
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● ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ●
○ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ○ Native American, so brown
○ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Brown
○ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Hazel
○ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ○ Small, thin
○ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 4'9"
○ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 110 LB
○ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ○ O

● ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ ●
(view spoiler)
● ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ●
*Shuffle
`Can completely shut off one of his senses in exchange for doubling one of the others.
~The senses of hearing, balance, sight, touch, taste, and smell are usable.
*Stats shuffle
`Can alter his physical stats like a video game.
`He picks one to go down to a little above nothing and one to go up nearly double.
~Strength, agility, speed, reaction time, weight, and endurance are useable
● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ●
`Pyromaniac; Loves to play with fire
`Joker; Likes to make jokes.
`Loyal; once you gain his trust he won't abandon you.
`Truth teller; always tells the truth, although sometimes not the truth you're looking for.
`Grudge holder; Once his trust has been betrayed he never forgives you.
`Level headed; Even in the most dire of circumstances he doesn't get flustered.

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ● He was six when taken in by VOLKE and was released when he was deemed "mostly harmless" at age eleven. When released he spent a year in an Chicago orphanage before he ran away from the prejudice that all the other orphans and staff. He soon found that getting cash wasn't very easy and soon fell into the Arena's junior league. He spent three years here, he wasn't the best but he wasn't the worst or he would be dead. During his last year he spent some time trying to build up a costumer base for a handyman job and now he's been trying to keep it going.

● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ● Slightly paranoid that VOLKE is someday going to kill them all.

● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ●He doesn't remember them and although they are probably still out there somewhere he doesn't feel any need to find someone who would abandon him to a life of tests.

● ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴs ● A collection of knives of various size.


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message 11: by Drax (last edited Nov 04, 2014 09:15AM) (new)

Drax RavenKnight (draxhollowknight)

● ɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Reiji Aragorn

● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ● A-RI-103007-02PZ3

● ᴀɢᴇ ● 84
● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● Jan 21, 1930
● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● London

● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ● Male
● sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● Heterosexual
● ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ● "I'm a vampire. If I want to partake in anything of your body, you should be afraid."

● ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ● Arena Fighter
● ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ●
-Reiji works closely with the arena, but only when he's short on money.
-Reiji is closely monitored by V.O.L.K.E.

● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ●

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● ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ● Reiji Sakamaki
○ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ○ Pale as fallen snow
○ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Smokey Black; gray at the ends
○ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Red
○ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ○ Tall; lean
○ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 6'0''
○ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 148 lbs
○ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ○ O

● ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ ● Fine clothing, such as a suit; vests, etc.

● ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ●
● Vampirism(Longevity, strength, speed, afflicted by sunlight, etc.)
● Umbraportation
● Wing Manifestation(Bat)

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ●
Reiji is cold, calculating, and utterly unfeeling, for the most part. He's seen the world's cruelty for a long time, and cannot help but seem to be defined by it, at least in part. Reiji conducts himself as a gentleman, but he is an introvert. He never invites over guests unless he truly needs to, and has grown tired of his emotions. There's no need to feel love, to feel anger, or to feel anything other than satisfaction anymore. Of course, having this sentiment isn't a guarantee that he won't feel them.

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ●
Inhuman, unfeeling, merciless. Those who have heard of the vampire know very little about him, and fear him the more they do. The Arena knows him only as the Count, and, honestly, even they don't know much. A monster is all the more frightening when it is unknown.
And no one truly knows Reiji.
Not even himself.

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ●
Reiji was born different. His mother couldn't feed him without being bitten, and his father couldn't play with his son without realizing how strong he was. There was something odd about him, that was for sure. Eventually, the couple left Reiji at an orphanage, unsure of what to do. They were deeply terrified of their son's differences, and the doctors around them were all so expensive that they didn't have any money to ask. Maybe the orphanages would.

Soon, V.O.L.K.E. caught wind of a child requiring the blood of other creatures to live, and they set out to investigate. When they arrived at the scene, the child simply slipped into their own shadows, disappearing. They searched long into the night, attempting to locate the subhuman, but they simply could not find him.

Reiji eventually made his way into America, wanting adventure and such, as he was finally grown, five decades later. He went around the states, evading capture, until he found the Arena, a source of cash. He got registered on V.O.L.K.E.'s list, finally, allowing himself to be studied. He's not an agent yet, but he's considering it.

● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ● Reiji likes instrumental and choral music, and enjoys playing the violin, and keeping themes in his head for his own enjoyment.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1x8J-...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSz1l...

● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ● The Aragorns died without having another child. Reiji has no living relatives.

● ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴs ● Reiji wears glasses, even though his eyesight is much better than a human's. He says he enjoys how they frame his face.


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PART ONE
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Instead of complaining, you should shut up and thank me.



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↑name↓
± first Natalie
⌠NAD-ə-lee⌡
±middle Amelia
⌠ə-MEE-lee-ə⌡
±last Easton
⌠EES-tən⌡
||aliases Nat, Nam, Talia or Amelia (when she introduces herself to strangers)


serial number


↑age↓ almost nineteen years of age
date of birth October nineteenth, nineteen ninety four.
Astrological sign Capricorn ⌡⌠ ♑⌡
Capricorns are determined, naturally dominant, intuitive and practical, and strong-willed. They show caution when dealing in high-pressure situations, and are usually introverted.

location of birthA dreary hospital in Switzerland.

↑gender↓
physical genderFemale⌡ ⌠♂⌡
sexualityBicurious



↑Appearance↓


⌠hair⌡

length Medium-long length, tresses falling past her shoulders.
color Light, mocha brown.
style Typically wavy or meticulously styled into curls or braids, when she has the time.

⌠eyes⌡

color From a distance, her eyes look to be a plain, normal brown. But look at her up close and you'll see flecks of gold, amber and a tint of green.

⌠skin⌡

tone A lighter tone, usually paler now since she spends frequent time indoors.
imperfections Years of acne have led to smooth, nearly perfect skin. She has one small, crescent-shaped scar on the apple of her left cheek, however.
blood type B positive.

⌠dimensions⌡

height Natalie isn’t the tallest, but she isn’t super short, either. She stands at about five feet, seven inches.
weight She runs a lot, so Nat is happy about her weight. When on a scale, it usually reads one hundred thirty pounds, most of it muscle.
build Slender, like an athlete. She tries to keep a steady workout regimen, but it doesn’t always happen like that.

⌠style⌡





typical outfit Jeans, usually straight leg or skinny, a soft tee (long or short sleeve) and her trusty motorcycle jacket. Paired with that would be sneakers or boots.
trademark accessory A Sig Sauer, in a holster or tucked into her waistband.
overall style Casual, but when it's time to party or go to a formal event she knows how to dress to impress.



↑Personality↓



⌠commonly shown characteristics⌡

likes
☛Reading, especially fiction.
☛Winter, and snow.
☛Having the freedom she does to do what she pleases.

dislikes
☛Douchebags and bigots.
☛V.O.L.K.E.
☛ People who second-guess or underestimate her.

phobias
the dark
This stems from childhood, and is just a small, petty fear of hers.
losing control of herself
Often times in the V.O.L.K.E. "Examination Centers" she would be poked and prodded, and you can probably imagine the discomfort that poor Natalie would feel. So she fought back, and was usually subdued with a mild to strong sedative so that she would be more.. compliant. She still hates them for it.

flaws

Let’s just say that she'd make an awful nun.

She doesn’t know any limitations or boundaries, and is game for whatever, whenever.

Natalie can be a bit straightforward at times, and this leads to quite a few burnt or charred bridges.

Natalie's recklessness often leads to her regretting many things, whether she voices that or not.

habits

Natalie goes for daily jogs, despite her location, to maintain her stamina and speed in case it's… necessary.

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Nat has a bad habit of hooking up with strangers, and isn’t good at maintaining relationships.



skills



Natalie is trained in hand-to-hand combat and can use a gun with deadly precision. She knows how to use various weapons, including but not limited to: knives, crossbows, firearms, Tasers and her good ol' two fists.


⌠mental details⌡

abilities
Natalie has the power of mental manipulation. She has gotten stronger as she matured and her time with V.O.L.K.E. only strengthened it more. They experimented on her as well, giving her a mutation of her power that she likes to call static. Her initial reaction was to fight for V.O.L.K.E. with her powers, but where's the fun in that? She'd much rather see them crumble.

mental manipulation allows Natalie to "tap in" to another individual's mind and use it at her discretion. She only get them to do physical things, like ceasing one's actions or fighting against another. It works best when she can see the individual she is trying to tap into. She must be a minimum of fifty yards from the individual to execute the power. Natalie can use this on multiple people at once, but it works best on one at a time.

static is a mutation of her original ability, lab-developed by V.O.L.K.E.. It allows her to mentally incapacitate or subdue another for a maximum of a minute. It causes no collateral damage and she has to be closer than twenty yards from the individual or individuals she is trying to target. Static can only be used if she can see the people she is trying to take down, and only can be used on up to fifteen people before the effectiveness weakens.




intelligence quotient

Despite how she may portray herself, Natalie is a very sharp-tongued and intelligent girl. She knows how to logically think through situations and is adept at coming up with a plan B if necessary.

current state of mind


psychological history

When Nat was eleven, her brother, Carson, was killed in an auto crash. He was driving along one night when a drunk driver crashed into him, forcing his car off of a bridge the two vehicles were sharing. The funeral had to be close-casket.

While you’d think that Natalie would be vigilant in not drinking while driving, she isn’t. She often times comes back to her apartment wasted, having driven herself back from a bar a mile away.


And let's not forget about V.O.L.K.E., shall we?





END OF PART ONE



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PART TWO
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↑History↓




⌠early life⌡


Growing up in Europe was more of a dream than a typical occurrence. Natalie was born in Geneva, Switzerland, to Rachel and Peter Easton. She had been born into a rich family of four, an "accident" that her mother kept secret until their annual summer trip to their ski house. Her older brother, Carson, and older sister, Rose, were disgruntled at first, but soon opened up to the new baby of the family.

She may have been born in Switzerland, but Natalie and the rest of her family resided in England, in a nice-sized brownstone outside of London. They bounced around, however, to New York and back to England, then to Paris and Quebec. As a result she developed a sort of lingering accent, nothing that can really place her back to any definite location.


⌠adolescence⌡


As a preteen and early teen, Natalie was relatively drama-free. It was only when her older brother, Carson, was mysteriously killed did she take a turn for the worse. Nat manipulated her situation, getting to the top of the social totem pole and dominating over everyone else, who showed her endless amounts of sympathy. She didn’t drink, not yet, and briefly visited a counselor that specialized in sibling death. It didn’t help and she threatened to run away if she was dragged there again.

Not only did Nat manipulate her peers, but also her parents. She pressured them to let her do what she wanted, that "it’s what Carson would want."

Natalie was kept in blissful ignorance about V.O.L.K.E.; the only things she would hear were gossips about subhuman classmates.
I pity them, she would think. I truly pity them. As this occurred and as she aged, Natalie's powers slowly manifested. She became better at persuasion and manipulation, not even thinking for a second that it had to do with her genetic makeup.

⌠young adulthood⌡


At the age of sixteen, everything changed.

An altercation at school involving her and a few others led to her immediate expulsion. Natalie's parents were equal parts furious and terrified. The event had made regional news; it had put the four other people in the hospital, one of which in the morgue. Nat was unscathed.

As it was told to the police, Natalie and four others decided to sneak out into the night. They were living in New York City now, not too much of a change from Quebec City (other than size and language), and Nat was the ringleader of the group. Jack, a boy in the group, argued with Natalie about her true intentions of sneaking out. They weren't friends, they didn't even have any classes together. No one in that group, save for two, even realized that they went to the same school. The only way they knew to meet there… well. They didn't know how that happened, either. Natalie calmly said that she planned on using them. "It's for an experiment," she explained. "And I chose you because no one will notice if you're gone."

While the event was ruthlessly cruel, it was necessary. Natalie needed to know if she was a subhuman, a
freak, or if she was just very good at persuasion.

As stated earlier, the event made regional news. She was a freak.

V.O.L.K.E. came knocking on their apartment door within a day.


⌠adulthood⌡



The span of young adulthood to adulthood was… hazy for Natalie. She didn't know if it was the drugs or the trauma, probably a mix of both. V.O.L.K.E. deemed Nat a liability and a 'threat to society,' and snatched her up faster than she could convince them not to. Test after test after test led to pricked arms and necks and spines, and she couldn’t help but fight back. They ended that fairly quickly.


When Natalie was almost eighteen, almost a legal adult, they ended the tests with a bang. She was locked in a room with four others, and was told to recreate the events of that night. If she did with conviction she would be free. If she didn't, the tests would continue. It was sick and she couldn't get the thoughts and images and
screams out of her head for months.

She passed, of course.

Natalie was offered a position at V.O.L.K.E., and like a naïve schoolgirl she took the offer. In exchange for her services and abilities she would be rewarded with a roof over her head, food to eat and a bed to sleep in, along with training and a chance to finish her schooling. It seemed like a pretty solid deal, so why not?

Nat regretted every moment. She worked alongside cold, calculating killing machines that expected her to snatch up or eliminate a potential threat without hesitation. Natalie may have been naïve and she may have been a killer but she simply isn't good at listening to directions. She had no M.O. other than an electronically transmitted message revealing her target and their last location. Nothing else. The girl ran off after a year with V.O.L.K.E. She couldn't handle it, the insensitivity of the agents and, worse, the agency itself. It was corrupt. She needed to get away.



Despite herself she'll, on occasion, pick up unsolicited jobs from the agency. It pays well, better than the Arena, which she frequents, and a little money here and there doesn't hurt. Natalie now lives on her own, mainly centered in her apartment in Chicago. She has a room in the Arena that she could take, but why? Her apartment is fine by her. Natalie has a few safehousesapartments around the world, shitty ones with low rent. She doesn't care.
She doesn't need to make anyone but herself happy.




END OF PART TWO


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PART THREE
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↑Other↓

⌠family⌡
mother Rachel Leighton, neé Maddox. She once was the editor-in-chief of various fashion and lifestyle magazines in Europe. Now, Rachel spends her time with her husband, helping out where she can.
father Peter Leighton, accountant for a small firm in NYC. He formerly was a writer for a travel magazine, which is how he met his wife, but decided to finally settle down in the city that never sleeps.
siblings
Rose Leighton Natalie gets along quite well with Rose, especially after Carson died, funny enough. Rose is twenty four and works as a photographer for the Guardian.
Carson Leighton Carson died in an auto crash, leading to Natalie's reckless behavior. Before his untimely demise, the two were as thick as thieves. Carson died when he was seventeen, and planned on studying marketing and business.









END OF CHARACTER


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ɯɐɔ (camalama) | 127 comments Mod
WOOOO FINALLY DONE YASASSSSS


ɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴜs (ignatiustheilliterate) | 110 comments Mod
I like her :) She's approved.

E-AN-456028-82MY9


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Awesome! I just closed my laptop for the night but when I'm back on it I'll add the serial number.


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Leena (leena23) Iηтяσ∂υcιηg

“Iᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀs ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ﹐ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ﹐ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪғᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ. Iɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ﹐ ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ɪs ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀs ᴀɴ ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴅ. Hᴏᴡ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ﹖”




∙Fυℓℓ Nαмє∙
Mason Aaron Graham

∙Mєαηιηg Oƒ Fιѕят Nαмє∙
MAY-sun Is of English origin and means 'One Who Works With Stone'

∙Dαтє Oƒ Bιятн∙
January 29

∙Pℓαcє Oƒ Bιятн∙
Berlin, Germany

∙Agє∙
19

∙Gєη∂єя∙
Male

∙Rєℓαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ∙
Single

∙Sєχυαℓ Oяιєηтαтιση∙
Heterosexual

∙Fαcє Cℓαιм∙
Michael Trevino

∙Eтнηιcιту∙
Caucasian

∙Occυραтιση∙
Stock Boy
Mason has worked for an ancient General Store owner since he was twelve years old. The mid 50's Jewish man found Mason pickpocketing one night in the ghetto and wanted to offer the kid a way out. It upset him to see such a bright, young fellow having to stoop so low just because of who he was, plus of his parentless situation. He took him on like one of his own and even insists the boy call him 'Uncle Eli'

∙Aƒƒιℓιαтισηѕ∙
Eli Jameson-General Store owner, the shop has been passed down for generations(Human)

∙Sєяιαℓ Nυмвєя∙
G-MA-912004-18ZK2


|||Aρρєαяαηcє



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⋨Hαιя Cσℓσя αη∂ Sтуℓє⋩
Mason has Black hair, its Medium-short length. He usually doesn't do much with it besides running his hand through it after a shower. He never lets it get shaggy, it doesn't bode well with his boss, or himself to look like a ragamuffin

⋨Eує Cσℓσя⋩
Long, dark, lashes, dark chocolate, melt your heart eyes. Mason's eyes are very expressional, they can tell you if he's pissed off, exhilarated or downright about to break in two. He also can give off a very innocent look or a hearbreaking puppy dog look with them if he so chooses, so beware ladies

⋨Bυιℓ∂⋩
Medium build, he's definitely not scrawny, nor is he chunky. He has a good build, and makes sure to keep himself in shape. He doesn't really have any workout equipment, but he knows how to use the things around him to help keep him in shape

⋨Hєιgнт αη∂ Wєιgнт⋩
Mason stands at 6'2
Weighs 153 lb

⋨Sєηѕє σƒ Sтуℓє⋩
He really doesn't have a sense of style really. He just throws on whatever he has around. His wardrobe mostly consists of jeans, V-neck t-shirts, combat boots, and leather jackets, throw in a few muscle shirts and a couple of hoodies and beanies and that's pretty much everything he owns

⋨Mαякιηgѕ σя Pιєяcιηgѕ⋩
He has an Angel wing tattooed on his right rib cage, he had it done by a friend that died only days later. This tattoo has a lot of meaning for Mason, and he has never been ashamed of it


|||Pєяѕσηαℓιту

∤∤∤⇁Lιкєѕ

Fighting

Mason is great at having a smart mouth and making people want to hit him. Of course he doesn't care about getting into fights, he grew up on the streets of Berlin, he knows how to defend himself. It would be a lie to say he's never assaulted anyone, Mason has had his fair share of trouble, normally though he isn't the one that instigates it first. He just likes to keep it going once it's started, he also has a bad case of 'hero' syndrome so he helps those that can't help themselves against government officials and any other asshole that's out there. He especially likes to rile up the V.O.L.K.E. workers, it makes him happy inside, since he has a special kind of hate for them and the company they represent.

Reading

Books, where the mind can adventure and get away from their surroundings. He didn't learn to read until he was in his teens, but once he had mastered the art of words he couldn't be stopped. Mason loves to read, of course not many know of this relationship he has with books because he has a reputation to uphold of local 'bad boy' and won't let something like being literate ruin that. Sometimes he reads for the old man he works for, these rare occasions are usually during the winter months, while they sit in front of the hearth during the evenings, when all work is finished.

work

Mason is a hard worker, and honestly he thrives on it. He was built for labor and enjoys hauling things around. When the store gets their shipments of goods in, Mason is amped up and ready to go. It not only keeps him busy and out of trouble, but it also helps him with building his muscles. Which helps him in his little bouts of disagreements that he has now and again. The owner likes to keep Mason up to his neck in work because then he doesn't have to worry about the young man going off and getting himself killed because of his smart mouth.


∤∤∤⇁Dιѕℓιкєѕ

Authority

Most teenage boys in general have a problem with authority, but its like Mason has a radar to set them after him just to mess with him. He has a deep seated issue with authority, especially anyone that thinks they can tell him how to live his life or what he can and can't do. There's an exception for Eli, but not for anyone else. So you can imagine the kind of trouble he gets in, especially when they come looking for him to 'evaluate' him and make sure that he's not a danger to society or whatever. He hates that he's registered and that people are checking up on him. He doesn't like the identity card that he has to wear everywhere he goes. If one is found without one, well lets just say most do not see such person ever again.


Upper Class

People that think they are better, higher, and prettier than him just piss Mason off. There's been more than once where he's slung a mud pie, very childish he knows, at an uppity representative, or rich couple on their way to some important event. Of course when these sorts of things happen he makes himself scarce so that he isn't caught. No telling what kind of punishment would be dealt to him for messing with the higher ups. He has a lot of rebelliousness in him, and not many ways to let it out, perhaps he'll find a brotherhood in Infinite, or with the few rogues that are out in the world, who knows?

∤∤∤⇁Sтяєηgтнѕ

Hand to hand fighting

Lying

Loyal

Independence


∤∤∤⇁Wєαкηєѕѕєѕ

Authority

Smart Mouth

His own thoughts

Pretty girls

Liquor, he gets drunk easily


∤∤∤⇁Pнσвια(ѕ) Oя Fєαя(ѕ)

Scorpions

Becoming a full time lab rat for V.O.L.K.E. Corp

∤∤∤⇁Aвιℓιтιєѕ σя Sρєcιαℓ Aттяιвυтєѕ

Enhanced Combat Skills -The ability to possess superhuman levels of hand-to-hand fighting skills and excel in various forms of combat.

∤∤∤⇁Mєηтαℓ Hєαℓтн

Mason is halfway sane. With everything he's been through, most would say this is a miracle. He's seen his family murdered, lived on the streets, been beaten and starved, rejected, put down, and emotionally abused by others while trying to make it on his own. So the strength, mentally as well as physically, is something to be proud of for Mason. He shouldn't be half as well rounded as he is, some would even say he has enough of a past to be a serial killer and no one would argue why, but nope. Mason keeps most of his crazy reigned in, and does his best not show people how insane he feels most of the time.

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*Reading
*Fighting
*He has a tick that starts in his jaw when he gets angry or upset about something

Oᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɴ﹐ ᴛᴇɴ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ·ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ﹐ ᴇɪɢʜᴛʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛs﹐ ɴɪɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ﹐ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ. Aʜ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ﹐ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ʙᴀᴄᴋ


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Leena (leena23) A Hιѕтσяιcαℓ Cσмριℓαтιση ƒσя Yσυя Pℓєαѕυяє

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛs ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡɪɴs﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ᴇxᴄᴇʟs ɪɴ ᴡɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀsᴇ


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The dark, gray morning was bitter cold in Berlin, Germany, snow blanketed the world outside of the tiny, stone home. Not that the woman inside noticed, she was surrounded by her husband, sister, and a midwife. The midwife was yelling at her to push, Clare Graham glared at the large woman like she might get up from the bed and throttle her. The midwife only glowered back and kept yelling at Clare, Clare gripped the wooden slats of her headboard and with a scream that rang out through the ghetto of Berlin, she pushed as hard as she could, sweat ran down the young woman's face, her face was pale, and her eyes were full of frustration. Her son, firstborn, finally rang out his own cry into the world and Clare sagged with relief into the lumpy bed that she was in. Everything afterwards was a blur, Clare passed in and out for the next few hours, from the pain and exhaustion, the midwife and her husband cleaned her up and took care of her, getting her to eat broth during her lucid moments, while her sister took care of baby Mason. It wasn't until the next morning that the woman woke up without feeling the pull of sleep trying to bring her back under. She awoke to find her newborn baby bundled up beside her, and her husband next to him, asleep. She gazed down with love and awe at the cherub face next to her, his brown eyes reminded her of chocolate, the milky kind. She smiled as he looked around in wonder, his tiny fists flailing in the air, Clare let him hold her finger with his tiny hand. She was a mother, honestly she still couldn't believe it, this small bundle of wonder was all hers, and she helped to make him, how did such miracles happen?

Mason's parents, Clare and Jason Graham, were Subhumans, they had things that made them more in some people's eyes, while in others it definitely made them less. So he wasn't born into a wealthy family, he was born into a family that was registered with their local authority. He was only a few days old when he was made to go in for medical testing. Clare and Jason hated having to give up their son to strangers who were going to poke and prod him like some lab rat, but what could they do? There wasn't much to be done but to say okay and go along with it all, unless you wanted to be labeled a rebel or criminal, then there would be very bad things happening next. So off went their son for testing, and he was returned seemingly safe and sound. It was torture for young Clare to be separated from her newborn, so when they were reunited she kept him close, and barely put him down for the next few months. Some said that she was going to spoil the child, that he would never be away from his mother, and wouldn't be strong enough to make it in the world they lived in. As time wore on though Clare slowly let him be more independently, and even more so when she found out she was pregnant again. Mason was only nine months old when his mother became pregnant with her second child.
Clare's sister, Jane, died from an unknown disease when Clare was in her 6th month of pregnancy. She was devastated. Her sister was the last connection she had with her family before marrying her husband Jason. Jason did his best to comfort his wife, little Mason crawled into his mommies lap often to lend what could to help make his mommy happy. Everyone could tell that Clare, normally so bubbly and helpful, was not herself, she fell into a depressive state for the last months of her pregnancy. But when baby Keira was born her mood seemed to lighten tremendously. The birth of a little girl was something to celebrate, even if they were poor and looked at as trash by some. They were happy as a family, and that was what mattered to the Grahams, Jason worked in a local factory and did his best to put food on the table for them.

A few months after Keira was born, Jason was approached by a fellow that he had grown up with, he asked Jason some odd questions, then asked Jason to come to his home later that night, he said he would explain things better then. Jason went home feeling slightly bewildered and very confused, he told his wife about it and she encouraged him to go to the meeting. Maybe it was something important, something that could help their family? Clare had a small bit of hope in her chest as her husband left that night. She tried to stay awake for Jason, but by 2 am she was passed out, Jason didn't return home until 4 am. He fell into bed, exhausted, and decided to tell his wife of the meeting the next morning.
The following morning Clare woke her husband up and demanded to know what had conspired the night before, Jason was reluctant to tell her. After much insistence and badgering from Clare, Jason broke down and whispered everything that had happened to Clare. He warned her beforehand that the information was incriminating and that they could be in trouble just for talking about it. His friend wanted to know if they would house a small group of rogues beneath the house, because they had a cellar under their house that not many people knew about. Clare was shocked by the whole thing, he explained the entire group that was apparently supportive of rogues, and helped them out. They wanted the Grahams to be another home to help out with the people that were unregistered Subhumans. Clare was completely against it at first, she fought with Jason over it for weeks. He kept pointing out though that there were children involved, and that they had nowhere to go. If they were caught who knew what would happen to them, some of their parents were criminals, criminals for stealing food and other things that they needed. By the fifth week Clare was worn down and agreed with Jason that they would open their home up. But if things started to look bad at all then they had to stop, because they had their own two children to worry about. Of course Mason and Keira didn't understand any of what was going on, and didn't know that their parents decision had just changed their lives drastically.

So the Graham family took on secrets that should never have been put upon them. With an almost two year old, and an infant, the family should have been left out of the messy business that involved rogues. Instead they started becoming a regular house for them to go to when they traveled through Berlin, their longest resident stayed three months, he was only thirteen years old and was an orphan. Jason and Clare wished they could have taken him in permanently, but that would have meant admitting to the authorities that they had let a rogue into their home. It was an impossible situation. Mason grew up being told that he wasn't allowed to talk about the people under their house, if he said one word about it then the boogey man would come and take him away, or so he was told. Mason kept his mouth shut and never uttered a word about the strangers that came to visit off and on throughout the year. His mother tried to make his life, and Keira's, as normal as possible. She also tried to keep them away from their visitors at all cost, it helped with not worrying about them saying something to the wrong person. Mason began his education at home when he was four years old, his mom started off with his ABC's and 123's. He mostly played around and didn't pay attention the first year, Clare was patient and didn't chastise him, nor did she become disheartened. She knew that he was but a child and that it would take time for him to develop the attitude and patience for his schooling. Things seemed fine, for the next year, by Mason's sixth birthday the family figured they must be doing something right because everything was going okay. Sure they weren't making much money, but they had food, clothing, and a home, plus they were helping others that needed it.

Mason was in his bed that he shared with his sister Keira, it was a little after midnight when the door to the home was shattered open and men filed in with weapons and shouting ensued. He sat up straight, his heart pounding a mile a minute, he clung to his four year old sister and tried to shield her body with his own as the men flashed lights on them and looked around. He couldn't make out all of the shouting and slamming around of the home, his father and mother came from only other room in the house, they were shocked. His father started yelling at the men, telling them they had no right to be there, no right to break his things and enter his house without cause. That was when the men turned over the woven rug, the rug his mother had spend hours upon hours weaving to hide the door beneath. They pulled on the brass ring that was attached to the wooden door, and shined their lights down it, to reveal two people below. Men went down and dragged the rogues up out of the hole beneath the ground, a man grabbed Mason's mom by her hair and dragged her outside, while another man took hold of his father and started taking him outdoors as well. The children screamed and wailed as their parents were forced outdoors. One man stayed back to hold the children by their arms, not wanting them to get caught in the cross fire. Their father was being hung up in a tree outside, while their mother was being lined up with the others for a firing squad. Little Keira wiggled out of her capturers hand and ran out the door before anyone could stop her, Mason broke loose long enough to make it to the door before the man grabbed him by waist and held him still. Mason watched as men shot his mother down, and his sister ran through the spray of fire, her tiny body jolted and flung in the air from the impact of the bullets, his father hung from a nearby tree. No one could quiet the boy that continuously screamed as he watched a tiny body bleed out onto the pure green grass, and as three other bodies bled out as well, making a red river in their front yard. How had something seeming so simple turn into something so drastic?


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Mason Graham was taken to a neighbor to have them raise him. They turned him out on the street as soon as they could, saying that he was cursed after the way his family had died and he had survived, the only survivor. So the little boy had to learn how to fend for himself, to find shelter and food. He learned how to steal, and pickpocket, that's what he learned to do, and how to make himself fit in with the street kids gangs for protection from other foes.
Five years passed. Mason was eleven years old, and he had pretty good standing in a local street gang of kids. He was second in the group, and got to make a lot of the decisions, as well as boss other kids around. Of course, he fought the best out of all of them, because that, as it turned out, was his skill, his ability, what made him special. But the leader of their little pack, Romeo, had mind bending skills, so nobody messed with him or asked to fight him for top position. Romeo and Mason were best friends though, they never fought, and agreed on just about everything, their little gang had 19 kids in it. They all cooped up in an abandoned warehouse in the ghetto, claiming it for their own, and they beat the hell out of anyone that tried to take it from them. The band of children looked like a bunch of a dirt faced ragamuffins, but if you dared mess with one you messed with them all, and trust me you didn't want to be on the receiving end of their abuse. The authorities probably could have gotten the kids off the street if they really wanted to, but hell it was the ghetto, who were they to care? Mason watched after everyone younger than himself like they were his own siblings, and the ones older than himself he expected to do the same. Mostly though he cared more than anyone else in the group, and it almost got him killed on more than one occasion.

The kids got braver the older they got, so when 15 year old Wilkins suggested they start robbing businesses in the middle of the night, everyone was on board. Everyone but Mason, he thought it too risky, and knew that the repercussions would be bad if they were ever caught. But Romeo said it was okay, so Mason shut his mouth and went along with everyone else, because that is what a pack does, they stick together. So they robbed a few places, kept up their pickpocketing and thievery for a while, Mason's 12th birthday went by without thought, and then one day everything changed. Mason had targeted an older guy, probably in his 40's or 50's, he looked like he would have some money in his pockets. So Mason did his usual routine and slipped his hand into the old mans pocket while they were on the ground from an accidental bumping. The man grabbed Mason up by the scruff of his neck and gave him a lecture that he would never forget. Mason glared at the man and tried to ignore everything he was saying, then took off as quickly as he could. He returned to the hideout in a sour mood, refusing to talk to anyone. He would have nothing to show for that night, and nothing could make him more unhappy. He stayed in his partitioned off room for the rest of the night, the next day his buddy Romeo told him to get off his lazy bum and go get something that could be useful. Mason flipped his friend the bird but did as he was told. He put his hands in his pockets and took off for the business district of the ghetto, hoping to have better luck than the day before. What he saw was not something he was prepared for, Wilkins was being hauled off by the authorities for a list of robberies, and there was nothing that Mason could do but watch. If he tried to help his friend then he would only be counted as an accomplice and he would be right there with his friend. Mason ran back and reported what had happened, it was a deep blow for the whole pack. They decided to rethink the robbery thing, and decided to stick to their normal devices.

A week later Mason was approached by the same man he had tried to pickpocket, but failed with. The man offered Mason a job, Mason thought he was joking and laughed in the mans face. When he realized he was serious he told the man, who turned out to be Eli, that he would give the offer some thought. Now Eli couldn't understand why the kid needed time to think, how could he have anything better if he was stealing from peoples pockets? He didn't understand that Mason had his own sort of family that he had made himself and needed to take them into consideration. Mason talked it all over with Romeo, his pack leader, Romeo thought that it would be good to say yes to the job and then rob the till. Mason refused, he told Romeo that this guy seemed legit, and like he was a good guy, Romeo wasn't listening though, all he heard was that there was someone out there trying to steal one of his own. One of his best, and Romeo was selfish, he wanted Mason to stay where he was, he was a good asset to the pack of kids he was in charge of. He fought with Mason, the two argued back and forth for days, Mason even offered to give the pack half his earnings from the shop, but Romeo was having none of it. He told Mason that if he left, then he was out for good and to never come back. Mason took it hard, and went to a quiet place to think, his whole life while on the streets he'd been taught that it was all about number one, you can't worry about anyone but yourself, that is until he and Romeo came up with this rag tag pack of kids, now he felt like they leaned on one another. He had a way out though, he had a way to get a roof over his head, to eat food that wasn't stolen, or once in the garbage, to save up and make a life for himself. Could he really throw all of that away just because Romeo wasn't willing to share him and his abilities?

It took Mason nearly another week to finally decide, he decided to leave. It was a hard decision, and not one he made lightly, but he knew that his only hope of ever making anything of himself was taking the job. He talked to Romeo just before he left, begged him to let him still be in contact with them all, and offered money once more, he told Romeo to stop being such a stubborn stiff about everything. Romeo was stubborn though, and that was part of the problem, as much as it hurt him, Romeo yelled at Mason to get out and to not look back. He also told Mason that he wasn't allowed to come crawling back with his tail between his legs. 12 year old Mason gave affectionate goodbyes to the younger boys, and gave Romeo a wave, even though his friend didn't seem inclined to do so back. Mason had all of his things, everything that he had in the world, in a small rack sack that he threw over his shoulder, then he started off to his new future.
Mason's new life included housing, it wasn't much, or so Eli explained, but to Mason it was everything. He got a small apartment above the shop, it was only two rooms. Mason thought it was fantastic, he got it all to himself, the bedroom, kitchen, and living area were all in the same room, and then there was the bathroom that was the other room. Mason went to work right away and sanctioned off the bedroom area with sheets hanging from the ceiling, he'd learned quickly while living on the streets how to make your own privacy where normally you would have none. After he was all setup in the Apartment he met up with Eli and started his training as a stock boy, he also got to know the older gentleman in the process.
Eli didn't only teach Mason about work, he also taught him about character, respect, loyalty, love, understanding, and compassion. Just because he learned about all of these things didn't mean that Mason always used them in his life. More often than not, in Mason's early teen years, he opened his mouth far too often, his smart tongue got him in fights and a few brow beatings. Most of the time he won, but Eli, or Uncle Eli as he started calling him, didn't see that as a positive thing. He would just beat the boy over the head again when he got home, as well as give him a good tongue lashing. Fighting was not something he approved of unless it was the last resort, Mason had a lot to learn in his new home.


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As the years passed Mason grew into a fine young man, he stilled his tongue half as much as he used to, but that didn't mean that he didn't still get into fights. Just as he got older they usually weren't fights that involved him, they were fights that he got in the middle of to help the weaker opponent. Uncle Eli wasn't sure whether he should be proud or befuddled by the young mans actions, half the time he wanted to pull his hair out, the little he had left, and bend the boy over his knee. He did neither. Mason never really knew the worry he caused Eli, he was oblivious to someone caring so deeply about him because of how long it had been since someone had cared about him, truly cared, at all. For his 16th birthday Eli gave Mason his pocket watch, he told Mason that it had been handed down in his family for years. Mason tried to deny the gift, tried to give it back, but Eli said that Mason was the only family that he had left, and Mason was immediately humbled, and truly started seeing how he did, in fact, have a family. Eli even wrote Mason into his Will, leaving the boy everything, but Mason did not know that, only Eli and his lawyer knew of the Will. It was almost unheard of for a human to leave anything to a subhuman that was of no relation, but Eli didn't care about blood or species. He cared about who he loved and felt was family.
V.O.L.K.E. is one of Mason's number one enemies, Eli found this out the hard way. He invited a friend, an employee of V.O.L.K.E, over for a card game one night. Mason happened to come home sloshed, the card game was being held in the back of the store, which happens to be where the stairs are to Mason's apartment. When he walked in he saw the uniform on the man and his vision went red. He beat the living hell out of the poor guy, by the time Eli pulled him off the guy had a broken nose, cuts all over his face, and blood everywhere. Eli dunked Mason in some cold water and sent him away to sleep it off. He never invited an employee over again, especially not after Mason explained why he was so against the company and its workers.

The Ghetto isn't the best place to live, but it was a lot better for Mason once he had his feet under him and a place to call home. The authorities gave him hell every chance they got, but hey Mason asked for it half the time, and the other half, well it was just part of life. He really got into trouble if he drank any alcohol, the poor guy can't hold his liquor worth anything. He gets tipsy off two mugs of beer and will either be really happy and outgoing, or rambunctious and fight happy. Either way, its not really a Mason most people want to see. Usually he doesn't go out drinking, because that costs money. And with the little salary he makes he tries to save every penny. He isn't exactly sure of what he's saving for yet, but he says he'll know it when he see's it. Maybe its for a girl, or a house, or a move, or his own business, no matter what, Mason is not a splurge type person. If he needs anything he tries to get it from the store he works at because then he gets a discount and it doesn't cost as much out of pocket.


Bᴜᴛ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʙʀᴜᴛᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ᴀss ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ. Vɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴇϙᴜᴀʟ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ. Lᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍʏ ʙʏ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs. Wᴀʀ ɪsɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟᴛɪᴇs﹐ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs. Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴏɪᴄ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʀ. Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʀ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ


message 22: by Leena (new)

Leena (leena23) ⅣPнαѕє Fσυя
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Iᴛ·s ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀʀʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ. Bᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ARE ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ﹕ Hᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴜs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs.


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Mother, Clare Graham Shot and killed for hiding and boarding a group of rogues in her home when she knew that the act was illegal and would result in dire consequences.

Father, Jason Graham Hung from a tree in his own front yard for fighting authorities as well as killing one, plus he was hiding and boarding a group of rogues in his home when he knew that the act was illegal and would result in dire consequences.

Sister, Keira Graham Was caught in the crossfire of the raid of her parents. The four year old was running to her mother screaming, tears rolling down her face, the child did not know any better. Her brother tried to run after her but was held back by one of the strange men invading his home.


Aunt, Jane Kennley Died from unknown disease.

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Romeo, Ex Friend
Eli, make-shift Uncle

⊸Qυєѕтισηѕ Yσυ Mαу Hανє

Do you miss your family often?
No never, :enter sarcasm:, of course I do! Who wouldn't? It would have been different if I'd been just a baby or something. But I REMEMBER every detail of my parents and sister. There's no way to forget your baby sister, FOUR years old, lying in the grass bleeding out. Bullet holes throughout her body because she 'got in the way'. What kind of BS is that anyway?

Would you be a Rogue if you had the choice?
Um, well considering I'm already registered that doesn't make that even possible really. But if I'd had a choice BEFORE being registered, then yeah probably. This Medical check up crap sucks, and I don't like them tracking my every move, it's not right. I don't see them doing that to Humans, why is that? Its just like being Racist, ya know?

Have you ever had a girlfriend?
Not really... I mean I've made out with some girls, but never really had a relationship with one. Everyone thinks I'm de-virginized so lets not let this little interview get out, I have a reputation to uphold.

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The sun was beaming down in the grassy meadow, two beautiful children could be seen running through it. Their dark hair and dark eyes matched their mothers, their laughter carried up into the hills of Germany. Mason, a rambunctious five year old, was teaching his little sister, Keira, how to catch butterflies. Their mother and father were lounging on a plaid blanket nearby, enjoying the simple things, especially the smile and laughter coming from their children. It couldn't have been a more pleasant memory to stow away for a rainy day.....

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Aʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs Aʀᴍʏ ᴘʟᴀʏs ᴀ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏʟᴇ. Dᴏɴ ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ. Dᴏɴ ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏʙ ɪs ᴜɴɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟ ʟɪɴᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ.


ɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴜs (ignatiustheilliterate) | 110 comments Mod
G-MA-912004-18ZK2

Approved.


message 24: by Leena (new)

Leena (leena23) Thank you!


message 25: by GatbsyLover20 (new)

GatbsyLover20 (dclover) | 8 comments ● ɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Charles Edburn Pierce
● ʙʏɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Mr. Nightmare

● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ● [ɪssᴜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ]

● ᴀɢᴇ ● 54
● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ●10/31
● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● London, England

● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ● Male
● sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● Straight
● ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ● N/A

● ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ● Hired Assassin
● ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ● Septum Nex

● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ●

● ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ● Alfred Molina
○ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ○ Tan
○ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Dark Brown
○ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Dark Brown
○ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ○ Beefy
○ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 6'1
○ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 205
○ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ○ AB-

● ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ ●


● ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ●

+ Dream Manipulation (view spoiler)

+ Nightmare Manipulation (view spoiler)

+ Oneirofiery (view spoiler)

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ●
Charles can be summed up in three words, an evil bastard. Growing up in a very wealthy family he has always believed in a sense of self entitlement and that his needs far exceed the needs of anyone else. His greed is nearly unsurpassed by anyone else as he will do whatever he can to get more money, if if that mean tearing down schools and orphanages for the needy just to get it. His selfishness knows no bounds as well as he always makes sure to put himslef before anyone else, even his group and even sacrificed his family to save himslef. So in the end never amke a deal with him or team up. Cause when it falls down you wont even be worth scuff of his shoe to him.

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ●
Charles was born into a very wealthy aristocratic family in London England. His father was the head of the shipping industry thus making enough money for him never having to work a day in his life.Growing up his father was often very distant and cold but taught him one valuable lesson, that when it all came down to it. Money was everything and that he shouldn't let anything get in his way getting it. And that single piece of advice allowed Charles his entire life. As he got older he began to become a slipping image of his father by taking over his company and becoming as cold as he was. Of course he married and had a song and daughter but he never really cared, it was all about the money with him. He tore down schools and orphanages just to make sure he could keep his wealth and became a true force in the royal kingdom. Until Karm a finally hit him and a massive tornado began to rip through London heading straight toward his mansion. In his depression Charles began praying for help when a man wearing black and in his late twenties appeared to him and told him that his name was Eizekial an d that he would let him live for a small price... his soul. Charles agreed and when the tornado ripped through his mansion he survived without a scratch on him, but his joy of survival was short lived when his shipping company hit rock bottom due to the tornado ripping up the docks and soon he was gonna be poor and out on the streets. He couldn't take it, and in his despair Eizekeial appeared to him again with another offer. That he would make him different from all men, more powerful then all men, but of course, it came with a small price. He had to let him take the souls of his family. Charles thought about it but agreed, he would rather then die them him be poor. So the demon gave him the powers of dream and nightmare control. With these new found power he realized he needed to rebuild his empire, so he became the highest paying job he could "a mutant bounty hunter and founded Septum Tri with other powerful individuals and began to pick off the mutants one by one.


● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ●
None
● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ●
All Deceased

● ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴs ●
His Cane
(hide spoiler)]


message 26: by GatbsyLover20 (last edited Dec 12, 2014 08:58PM) (new)

GatbsyLover20 (dclover) | 8 comments ||•| Full Name |•||
|◦ First Name ◦| Nicholas
|◦ Middle Name ◦|Benjamin
|◦ Last Name ◦|Harding
|◦ Nickname ◦| Nicky

||•| Age 18 |•||
|◦ Date of Birth ◦|April 15th
|◦ Place of Birth ◦|Chicago, Illions
|◦ Time of Birth ◦|3:25 A.M
|◦ Zodiac Symbol ◦|Aries
|◦ Birth Stone ◦|Diamond
|◦ Birth Flower ◦| Red Daisy

||•| Gender ||•|
|◦ Sexual Orientation ◦| Heterosexual
|◦ Relationship Status ◦|Single
|◦ Relationship History ◦|Single his whole life
|◦ Crush ◦| No one

||•| Powers ||•|

|◦ Powers ◦|

-Superhuman Intellect

-Techokinesis

|◦ Power Meaning ◦|
Superhuman intellect

Nick has intelligence that is significantly above standard genius level intellect. He is gifted with higher mental faculties such as a more powerful memory, better calculation skills, greater reasoning skills, and a more superior learning capacity. At this stage, he can often come up with unique and original ideas that elevates the thinking of humanity to new levels.

Techokinesis

Nick can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.

He can control the flow of intricate machinery and can allow them to assemble or disengage their programming at will. Can operate most technology just by touching it. A variation on Electricity Manipulation, Nick can control specific electrons and instructs them which items to engage or disengage.


||•| Appearance |•||








|◦ Facial Claim ◦| Andrew Garfield
|◦ Hair Color ◦| Dark Brown
|◦ Hair length ◦|Short
|◦ Eye Color ◦|Gray
|◦ Height ◦|6'1
|◦ Weight ◦|155
|◦ Distinguishable Markings ◦|None

||•| Dressing Style |•||



||•| Personality |•||
|| Trait 1 || Trait 2 || Trait 3 || Trait 4 || Trait 5 ||

|◦ Trait 1 ◦|Determined

|◦ Trait 2 ◦| Stubborn


|◦ Trait 3 ◦| Standoffish

|◦ Trait 4 ◦|Scientific


|◦ Trait 5 ◦| Loyal


|◦ Likes ◦|
-Reading

-Sushi

-Inventing

-Silence

-Robots

|◦ Dislikes ◦|

-His Parents

-Losing control of his inventions

-Alcohol

-Pep Pills

-Stupid People

-Remembering his brother

|◦ Strengths ◦|
-His Intelligence

-His Ability to reason

-His ability to adapt to almost any scenario

-His Determination

-His Understating of the human body as well as the mind

|◦ Weaknesses ◦|


-Insomnia

Insomnia is trouble falling asleep or staying asleep through the night. Episodes may come and go (episodic), last up to 3 weeks (short-term), or be long-lasting (chronic).

-ADD
Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) is a problem of not being able to focus, being overactive, not being able control behavior, or a combination of these. For these problems to be diagnosed as ADHD, they must be out of the normal range for a person's age and development.

||•| Backstory |•||

|◦ History ◦|

Nicholas Ben Harding was born to Emily and Ted Harding on April 15th, 1996 in Chicago, Illinois. From Day one you could tell his life wasn’t going to be the greatest, his mother was an account for Charles Big Money and Loans and his father was the master electrician at his brother’s company. So all in all they didn’t make much, and because of that they lavished all their attention on Nick’s older brother lance and his baseball skills while virtually forgetting Nick who really hadn’t shown talent in anything so far. As time went on the rift between Nick and the rest of his family grew farther and farther apart as Nick drifted from grade to grade while his brother’s ablates got him numerous scholarships to play for numerous teams and only in his junior year too. Nick felt more alone than ever, parents that didn’t care that he existed and a brother that was too busy being suffocated by his parents to worry about him. Finally his life changed and a big one at that.


At age 14, his first year of High school, his powers began to surface. His intelligence came in first; Nick began to excel at school at a dramatic rate, going from an average C student to getting A+’s in all of his classes without even trying. This caught the attention of his counselors who told his parents how young Nicholas was beyond gifted. Seizing their opportunity, they pulled Nick out of school and him try to invent something. When he created something that made thousands in the first few weeks, his parents knew they struck gold and now Nick was the “families” future not Lance. After the money slowly began to dry up Nick’s parents took drastic measures to keep them in the life of luxury and began to lock Nick in his lab and wouldn’t allow him out until he invented three amazing inventions. This cycle continued, driving Nick further into isolation and depression, meanwhile his older brother Lance was now just as forgotten as yesterday’s weather, his parents attention went almost entirely to Nick. They never went to his games anymore virtually stopped talking to him altogether.

As the neglect went on Lance started to lash out, he started drinking heavily and started to become a petty theft. The first time Lance was arrested his parents were accepting an award for their inventions, Nick never got mentioned, and so he didn’t get bailed out and realized no one cared. So after he was realized, he realized how much of a terrible brother he was and wanted to make it up him. So stumbling home, he made it to their lab and upon entering he saw Nick placing a gun in his mouth trying to end it all. Lance jumped managing to take the gun away before he pulled the trigger. In a tearful response Nick confessed to Lance that he couldn’t take it anymore. Lance, realizing this place was poison to both of them, took Nick and they both ran away to the city. Realizing they had to make ends meet. Nick tried to invent things again to get them started, but their parents used a loophole that made any money Nick made from his inventions go to them.

So in a last vain attempt to keep his brother away from his parents, He joined the army and was shipped overseas, every day Nick tried to find a job so when his brother got home. One day a man appear at his door telling him Lance was killed in action. This threw Nick into a greater depression by this being a legal adult by this time he didn’t have to return to his parents but his brother’s death affected him greatly, turning him into an alcoholic. Deciding he couldn’t live with the pain he went to third bridge to end it all when a young man appeared to him and told him about a school, so with nowhere else to turn he went to academy and has been there ever since.


||•| Family |•||

Name Emily Harding
Relation » Mother |◦ Age »38 ◦| Status » Alive


Name Ted Harding
Relation » Father |◦ Age » 44 ◦| Status » Alive



Name Lance Harding
Relation » Brother |◦ Age »21 ◦| Status » Deceased


|◦ Pets ◦| His kitten: Twain, after one of his favorite authors



|◦ Friends◦| None, yet

|◦ Enemies ◦| More than his fair share due to his line of work

|◦ Acquaintances ◦| Not many

||•| Other |•||


message 27: by Lyndsey (new)

Lyndsey | 170 comments (Hey Jay! Do you already have a collaboration with someone for your characters?)


message 28: by GatbsyLover20 (new)

GatbsyLover20 (dclover) | 8 comments No not yet


message 29: by Lyndsey (new)

Lyndsey | 170 comments Interested in doing one? (My female character; Renae. Human.)


message 30: by GatbsyLover20 (new)

GatbsyLover20 (dclover) | 8 comments Sure, my open to anything :)


message 31: by Lyndsey (new)

Lyndsey | 170 comments Awesome! So, maybe they could run into one another at a coffee shop or something? Nick would be interested in her for (whatever reason you want to come up with).
If you'd like to make it intense, he could figure out Renae was involved with Cam's character: Natalie, (leader of a SubHuman rebellion base). It could come to a sort of kidnapping situation, where he hopes to get the information about the base from her, OR if that's a little to intense, they can just get into an interesting convo in which she mentions Natalie's group. (My male character is with the group now, so sort of gravitating around that area.)
If you have an idea let me know too! I'm always happy about ideas xD


message 32: by GatbsyLover20 (new)

GatbsyLover20 (dclover) | 8 comments Well i'm totally new to this group XD So please inform me more on this situation


message 33: by Lyndsey (new)

Lyndsey | 170 comments Of course! I'm on my phone at the moment, so I'll do the best I can.
Basically, Wren (my male character), heard about a subhuman rebellion/uprising group. Because of his past, and intense desire to see the scientists who created his problems brought to an end, he brought his human sister with him in search of a girl (Natalie) whom a friend had hinted might know the bases whereabouts. After Wren tracked her down he discovered she was a leader of the base, and after some sticky moments, she agreed to let him join her.
Currently Wren and Renae are at the Red Sally, Natalie's groups base.

Natalie just went though Wren's mind in search of bugs, and Renae is being mind read by another mindreader.
That's basically what we have so far!


message 34: by GatbsyLover20 (new)

GatbsyLover20 (dclover) | 8 comments Wow... it seems Mr. Nightmare would work too


message 35: by Lyndsey (new)

Lyndsey | 170 comments Sweet! How so?


message 36: by Lyndsey (last edited Jan 07, 2015 03:13PM) (new)

Lyndsey | 170 comments ● ɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Neo
● ʙʏɴᴀᴍᴇ ● None

● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ● X-NO-832908-74HP9

● ᴀɢᴇ ● 27
● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● October, 10th
● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● California, USA

● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ● Male
● sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● Straight
● ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ● (You'd be insane to date him)

● ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ● Herbalist/Fortuneteller
● ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ● Renae, and Wren - previous friends

● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ●

(view spoiler)
● ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ● Danila Kovalev
○ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ○ Pale; the shade of freshly fallen snow
○ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Uncertain; changes depending on temperature, or mood
○ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Mauve
○ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ○ Lanky, very slender; angled to perfection
○ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 6'3"
○ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 110 lbs
○ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ○ -O

● ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ ●
Trench coats, vests, suits, and dress shoes.

● ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ●
1. Dream Interpretation
2. Fortune Telling
3. Thought Reader

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ●
Psychotic. Some have speculated the man has a strange form of dissociative personality disorder, however, he always seems to understand what is happening even if he is unable to social express that.
Unpredictable.
Manipulative.
Strange.

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ●
Most see him as the man to go to if you need to have a job done. Whether that be healing, assassination, black marketing, or other.

He's not a man to cross.

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ●
Neo never had a childhood; he had no family, no friends, no life... he was dead. Figuratively speaking of course, yet not far from literal. A powerful necromancer by the name of Balthazar resurrected him as he lay slipping into deaths fingers, after attempted suicide. He took the boy in, and trained him as an apprentice. Living as one who'd been in the hands of death, was much akin to being a resurrected corpse for Neo. And he treated himself as such.
Even if his body had been saved by the Necromancer, Neo's mind was far from untouched.

● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ●

● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ●


message 37: by ɯɐɔ, Resist for as long as possible. (new)

ɯɐɔ (camalama) | 127 comments Mod
Approved; serial number is X-NO-832908-74HP9


message 38: by Lyndsey (new)

Lyndsey | 170 comments Thanks!


message 39: by ɯɐɔ, Resist for as long as possible. (new)

ɯɐɔ (camalama) | 127 comments Mod
Yep!


message 40: by ɯɐɔ, Resist for as long as possible. (last edited Jan 07, 2015 05:20PM) (new)

ɯɐɔ (camalama) | 127 comments Mod


● ɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Zachary Joseph
● ʙʏɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Truitt

● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ● T-ZJ-483925-18KD4

● ᴀɢᴇ ● twenty four
● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● march second, nineteen ninety
● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● detroit, michigan, united states of america

● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ● male
● sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● heterosexual
● ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ● up for a one-night stand, nothing more, nothing less.

● ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ● radical
● ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ● infinite

● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ●




● ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ● jake abel
○ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ○ pale, slight color to his face and arms
○ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ light, sandy blonde
○ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ a coldly ruthless blue, intermingling with grey throughout.
○ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ○ tall and athletic, all broad shoulders and muscles.
○ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ six feet, one inch
○ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 154 lbs
○ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ○ A+

● ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ ●

● ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ●
► night vision
► enhanced strength and agility
► deoxygenation/induced asphyxiation

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ●
upsides
✔ self-reliant
✔ observant
✔ charismatic

flaws
✘ ruthless
✘ cynical
✘ dark

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ●
A natural born leader, Zach is --arguably-- the true leader of the pro-subhuman group Infinite. He is just and fair like any good leader, but if made angry can be a completely different person. Zach was good friends with Natalie, and an enemy of V.O.L.K.E.'s.

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ●
There isn't much to say about Zachary's past other than it was uneventful and unimportant. He was born in Detroit, Michigan, to two subhuman parents in a heavily populated neighborhood. Zach graduated with honors, and moved to Chicago when he was eighteen to attend college. While living in the city he started Infinite, met Natalie, Lila, and Peter, and eventually turned Nat in.


● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ●
Zachary is a technology whiz, proficient in coding and programming. He knows how to gut a computer and put it back together again, and how to set up, say, a full network of servers that are systematically placed in locations all over the world, complete with ISPs to connect subhuman groups in one online web.

He can be closely tied back to the black market, where most of his communications between Infinite members are.

Zach's also trained in using various firearms. He's also not afraid to use them.

● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ●


● ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴs ●


Only his charisma and his good looks. And money, power, leadership, weapons..


message 41: by GatbsyLover20 (new)

GatbsyLover20 (dclover) | 8 comments [ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ]

● ɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Royce Bivilo
● ʙʏɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Loves the name Prism

● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ● [ɪssᴜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ]

● ᴀɢᴇ ● 22
● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● 11/4
● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● Montgomery, Alabama

● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ● Male
● sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● Hetro
● ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ● Can't have one

● ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ● Drifter
● ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ● N/A

● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ●







● ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ●Young Leonardo DiCaprio
○ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ○ Pale
○ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○Brown
○ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Changes
○ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ○Lanky
○ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○6'1
○ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 175
○ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ○ AB

● ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ ●


● ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ●

*Emotion Manipulation

When his eyes flash different colors he can control peoples mood based on the color

Red:Rage,Anger,Revenge

Orange:Greed,Avarice

Yellow:Fear,Horror,Terror

Green:Envy,Desire,Hatred

Blue: Sadness,Despair,Depression

Indigo:Boring,Dull,Lack of Emotion

Violet:Lust,Want, Craving

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ●
Borderline Insane

Sly

Bitter

Highly Envious

Greedy

Sometimes Caring

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ●N/A

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ●
Barley anything is known but what we do know is that he was a punk teen from the south who mouthed off to the wrong Voodoo queen and is now cursed with powers that has driven him mad.

● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ●
Though he doesn't go out in a special costume... yet. He considers himslef his own Super Villain and other powered begins Superheros

● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ● None of importance

● ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴs ● His Glasses



message 42: by Lyndsey (last edited Jan 26, 2015 06:16PM) (new)

Lyndsey | 170 comments ● ɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Evan Decrepidine
● ʙʏɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Mr. Decrepidine

● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ● D-EX-821923-16YS9

● ᴀɢᴇ ● 21
● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● January, 19th
● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● California, USA

● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ● Male
● sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ● Straight
● ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ● Open

● ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ● Heir to his father's multi-million dollar company
● ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ● Distant cousin of Wren and Renae Decrepidine, enemy to Neo

● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ●

(view spoiler)

● ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ● Ben Barns
○ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ | ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ○ Sun baked caramel; ridiculously toned, with bulging muscles and glistening skin
○ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Espresso brown; tousled and unkempt; about shoulder length
○ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ○ Shamrock green; speckled in golden flakes
○ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 6'0"
○ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ○ 148 lbs
○ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ○ AB-

● ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ ●
Generally adorned in a fitted suit, and sleek dress shoes. Always prepared for a business meeting at a moments notice.

● ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ●
1. Memory Inducement
(Can place false memories in a person's mind, however, these memories can be personally identified depending on how important they are to the person who's been induced with them. For example, placing a memory of an argument with a childhood friend would likely pass without suspicion. However, if you were to place a memory with great importance, like their mother dying when they were five (when she's really alive), it would have more trouble passing undetected.)
2. Body Adaptivity

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ●
Calculating, and intimidating.
Self absorbed, yet observant.
Charming, and backstabbing.

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ●
Evan is a deal with the devil. Personal relationships have never mattered much to him, probably because his pursuits never brought him in a position to enjoy such things. His mind is solely focused on building the empire he is to inherit from his father.

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ●
At the age of seventeen, money---to Evan, was something of little worth. Basically because he had so much of it. Power, was the real wealth he sought.
Unlike some of his fellow subhumans, Evan embraced the restrictions against his kind. Seeing this oppression as a way to rise above his fellows, without any opposition. Unique in this regard, V.O.L.K.E. and Evan, have always been on good terms. Once his father dies, Evan's plan is to rapidly evolve the company encompassing more than just the subhuman territory.

His sights are set on the world.

● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ● Theme song:

● ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ● Cousins, Renae and Wren - relationship is void


message 43: by ɯɐɔ, Resist for as long as possible. (new)

ɯɐɔ (camalama) | 127 comments Mod
Jay wrote: "[ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ]

● ɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Royce Bivilo
● ʙʏɴᴀᴍᴇ ● Loves the name Prism

● sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ● [ɪssᴜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ]

● ᴀɢᴇ ● 22
● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● 11/4
● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ● Montgomery, Alabama

● ɢᴇɴᴅ..."


Maybe add a little more to history?


message 44: by ɯɐɔ, Resist for as long as possible. (new)

ɯɐɔ (camalama) | 127 comments Mod
Approved, Lynds.

Serial number: D-EX-821923-16YS9


message 45: by Lyndsey (new)

Lyndsey | 170 comments Thanks!


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