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The Wispmother
Age: appears 19
Race: Wispmother
Appearance: Contrary to the name and race name, he is male. He also appears so for the most part, though it can be difficult to discern any gender on first glance for the way his long cloak hangs over his lean, elfin frame.
Bio: The Wispmother is a spirit being that primarily lives in cold, snowy, mountain regions. But occasionally, he ventures into lower areas at night, and even further, he can take on a corporeal form.
Weapon: -
Extras:
Age: appears 19
Race: Wispmother
Appearance: Contrary to the name and race name, he is male. He also appears so for the most part, though it can be difficult to discern any gender on first glance for the way his long cloak hangs over his lean, elfin frame.
Bio: The Wispmother is a spirit being that primarily lives in cold, snowy, mountain regions. But occasionally, he ventures into lower areas at night, and even further, he can take on a corporeal form.
Weapon: -
Extras:
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L'appel du Vide
Name: L'appel du Vide
Age: -
Race: -
Appearance: -
Bio: -
Weapon: -
Extras: L'appel du Vide - French –The literal translation is “the call of the void”. It is used to describe the instinctive urge to jump from high places.
Name: L'appel du Vide
Age: -
Race: -
Appearance: -
Bio: -
Weapon: -
Extras: L'appel du Vide - French –The literal translation is “the call of the void”. It is used to describe the instinctive urge to jump from high places.
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Ghose Myrell
Age: 19
Race: unknown
Appearance:
His left eye was stabbed in a fight. It's a nasty sight, so he always wears some kind of patch over it. He also has a scar ringed around his neck, so he covers that with a choker. Other, varied scars cover all parts of his body.
Bio: Ghose is a rebel and a fighter. He hates to follow the mass of sheeples that make up the majority of the planet. A real swimmer against the tide. He takes everything everyone says or preaches at him at face value and goes and discovers the truth for himself. He hates it when people self-impose their own wills, whims, and wishes upon him. He is his own person. He has been trying to prove that since Day One. He was born in a very wealthy, pompous family that had a vast variety of skeletons in their closets. When he was around five, he was submitted to a special hospital for self-harm and apparent hallucinations and paranoias. He was released when he was ten, and when he came home, he stayed there only a year. At the end of that year, sometime shortly after his eleventh birthday, his family was found dead and he the sole survivor, but perfectly insane to the point of incapable of functioning or taking care of himself due to the extent of mental incapacitation and hysteria. So he was locked up in an insane asylum till he broke out when he was fifteen. Four years later and he seems quite able of mixing in any society he comes across. He is skilled at adaptation, so much so, that he can often mimic someone's personality to the point of almost becoming them. Some might wonder that he does not have fractured personality disorder.
Extra: Ghose suffers from acute insomnia, sometimes going weeks without sleep. He has major pains in his limbs, especially during stormy weather, though he can't say why. Off and on, he has terrible headaches, and sometimes it seems he has minor memory loss. Despite these inhibitions, he retains a wide plethora of knowledge. He can speak French, Japanese, Italian, and Finnish. He is an excellent singer and loves classical music the most. He can play the piano a little and is proficient at violin and cello. He has read a great deal in his life and often has a book on his person. He is very, very good at Krav Maga, Isshin-ryu, and some Muy Thai. He often fights with a butterfly knife or brass knuckles, and the soles of his boots have spring activated switch blades.
Age: 19
Race: unknown
Appearance:
His left eye was stabbed in a fight. It's a nasty sight, so he always wears some kind of patch over it. He also has a scar ringed around his neck, so he covers that with a choker. Other, varied scars cover all parts of his body.
Bio: Ghose is a rebel and a fighter. He hates to follow the mass of sheeples that make up the majority of the planet. A real swimmer against the tide. He takes everything everyone says or preaches at him at face value and goes and discovers the truth for himself. He hates it when people self-impose their own wills, whims, and wishes upon him. He is his own person. He has been trying to prove that since Day One. He was born in a very wealthy, pompous family that had a vast variety of skeletons in their closets. When he was around five, he was submitted to a special hospital for self-harm and apparent hallucinations and paranoias. He was released when he was ten, and when he came home, he stayed there only a year. At the end of that year, sometime shortly after his eleventh birthday, his family was found dead and he the sole survivor, but perfectly insane to the point of incapable of functioning or taking care of himself due to the extent of mental incapacitation and hysteria. So he was locked up in an insane asylum till he broke out when he was fifteen. Four years later and he seems quite able of mixing in any society he comes across. He is skilled at adaptation, so much so, that he can often mimic someone's personality to the point of almost becoming them. Some might wonder that he does not have fractured personality disorder.
Extra: Ghose suffers from acute insomnia, sometimes going weeks without sleep. He has major pains in his limbs, especially during stormy weather, though he can't say why. Off and on, he has terrible headaches, and sometimes it seems he has minor memory loss. Despite these inhibitions, he retains a wide plethora of knowledge. He can speak French, Japanese, Italian, and Finnish. He is an excellent singer and loves classical music the most. He can play the piano a little and is proficient at violin and cello. He has read a great deal in his life and often has a book on his person. He is very, very good at Krav Maga, Isshin-ryu, and some Muy Thai. He often fights with a butterfly knife or brass knuckles, and the soles of his boots have spring activated switch blades.
Name: Pandora
Race: Living Doll
Age: appears 18-20
Gender: Male
Bio: Pandora was created by the demon Marcus Lestarian to be the embodiment of the perfect master of the house that Marcus craved. But innocent little Pandora did not know all that the demon or the house was. One night, he ventured through the house, enduring its horrors to escape to the outside world. There he wandered for weeks on end, taken advantage of at every turn and suffering at the hands of the wickedest of people. But despite what the underbelly of the real world had to offer, Pandora still found it to be more beautiful than anything he had ever known. There were evil people and cruel places within it to be sure, but despite all that, there was sun, and life, and water, and all things good within it too. Things Pandora had never dreamed of before. But his freedom was short lived. Marcus Lestarian found him, captured him, and took him back to the mansion. And there, he took Pandora's limbs from him so he could never escape again. He keeps Pandora in the attic. The limbless Pandora just sits in a chair all day and night long, listening to the house being its crazy self every night. But nothing dares go to the attic for fear of what the demon would do. Pandora is Marcus' favorite after all, and to seek him out and hurt him would be to call down the wrath of Marcus himself.
Extra:
Race: Living Doll
Age: appears 18-20
Gender: Male
Bio: Pandora was created by the demon Marcus Lestarian to be the embodiment of the perfect master of the house that Marcus craved. But innocent little Pandora did not know all that the demon or the house was. One night, he ventured through the house, enduring its horrors to escape to the outside world. There he wandered for weeks on end, taken advantage of at every turn and suffering at the hands of the wickedest of people. But despite what the underbelly of the real world had to offer, Pandora still found it to be more beautiful than anything he had ever known. There were evil people and cruel places within it to be sure, but despite all that, there was sun, and life, and water, and all things good within it too. Things Pandora had never dreamed of before. But his freedom was short lived. Marcus Lestarian found him, captured him, and took him back to the mansion. And there, he took Pandora's limbs from him so he could never escape again. He keeps Pandora in the attic. The limbless Pandora just sits in a chair all day and night long, listening to the house being its crazy self every night. But nothing dares go to the attic for fear of what the demon would do. Pandora is Marcus' favorite after all, and to seek him out and hurt him would be to call down the wrath of Marcus himself.
Extra:
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MAEBURE NO PERIPETEIA (alt)
Name: Harbinger
Age: about 17
Gender: Male
Race: Neko
Appearance: picture
Bio: Born in the seedy underworld of the worst of the worst slums, life for Harbinger seemed grim. The only future for him was death, so they said. For the mother that bore him was all but consumed by her own vicious parasite. He was found in the grisly remains of the exploded corpse of his mother, and for the longest time, he was left untouched. The scum of the earth that passed him by thought him to be cursed and refused to touch him. He would die anyway, they imagined, for there was no way that the parasites around him from his mother's corpse had not infected him. But wrong or right, they could never prove it. For the baby disappeared from that place and was never seen again. Now a young neko walks the streets, a cat faced hood pulled down over his head. He is covered in scars from head to toe. He sometimes limps, especially when it rains. He has no memory and goes by the name of Harbinger. He has strange dreams that he forgets by morning. He is shy and stays to shadows and corners. But one day, he is determined beyond a doubt, that he will wipe out the parasites once and for all. A noble feat, but a stupid one. It is an impossibility. But maybe, just maybe, he can make the impossible a reality.
Parasite: None. Harbinger is the only person alive who has no parasite in him. Rather, he has a massive amount of scar tissue over his entire body, alluding to that he may have been infected at one point.
Extra: none yet
Name: Harbinger
Age: about 17
Gender: Male
Race: Neko
Appearance: picture
Bio: Born in the seedy underworld of the worst of the worst slums, life for Harbinger seemed grim. The only future for him was death, so they said. For the mother that bore him was all but consumed by her own vicious parasite. He was found in the grisly remains of the exploded corpse of his mother, and for the longest time, he was left untouched. The scum of the earth that passed him by thought him to be cursed and refused to touch him. He would die anyway, they imagined, for there was no way that the parasites around him from his mother's corpse had not infected him. But wrong or right, they could never prove it. For the baby disappeared from that place and was never seen again. Now a young neko walks the streets, a cat faced hood pulled down over his head. He is covered in scars from head to toe. He sometimes limps, especially when it rains. He has no memory and goes by the name of Harbinger. He has strange dreams that he forgets by morning. He is shy and stays to shadows and corners. But one day, he is determined beyond a doubt, that he will wipe out the parasites once and for all. A noble feat, but a stupid one. It is an impossibility. But maybe, just maybe, he can make the impossible a reality.
Parasite: None. Harbinger is the only person alive who has no parasite in him. Rather, he has a massive amount of scar tissue over his entire body, alluding to that he may have been infected at one point.
Extra: none yet
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FOR THE TREES (alt)
Name: Xeaku
Age: appears 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: see image
Ambassador
Element: Fire
Bio: Xeaku is not very typical of most Ambassadors. He is more willing to reason with humans first, then fight. He can still be enraged and attack on first sight, but for the most part, he is surprisingly level headed. He holds an extreme aversion to the Ascended due to his unfortunate beginnings.
While he never speaks of his past, Xeaku certainly had one. He was created by the Tree of Fire as all Ambassadors are. However, when he was about two months old, the Tree of Fire was heavily assaulted by the Ascended and Xeaku was taken away in the midst of all the chaos. He was locked in a metal box for the majority of his life, just barely kept alive. The Roya had no real plans for him, but felt it would be good to keep Xeaku alive for later. Six years passed in this manner. Xeaku never learned to talk or walk or anything. He was malformed and malnourished due to the confines of the box. But he instinctually knew of his powers and felt the pull of the Tree of Fire. When he was seven, he was brought out of the box for the first time. He was taught to walk and talk, but even then, his speech was crude. He was tortured and experimented on by the Ascended for some time, then he made the entire army explode in a raging inferno, unable to handle it anymore. He barely escaped to the forest with his life where he had to fight to survive night and day without end. At some point, he returned to the Tree of Fire. The rest of his life is a darkly kept secret. However, Xeaku is known to walk among humans more often than other Ambassadors, so don't be too surprised if you see a strange, fiery young man standing on the edge of a crowd. Just be careful you don't get burned.
Weapon: dual wield daggers of a crude make
Inventory: bag of dried meat, roll of bandages, little wrap of nightshade,
Extra: n/a
Name: Xeaku
Age: appears 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: see image
Ambassador
Element: Fire
Bio: Xeaku is not very typical of most Ambassadors. He is more willing to reason with humans first, then fight. He can still be enraged and attack on first sight, but for the most part, he is surprisingly level headed. He holds an extreme aversion to the Ascended due to his unfortunate beginnings.
While he never speaks of his past, Xeaku certainly had one. He was created by the Tree of Fire as all Ambassadors are. However, when he was about two months old, the Tree of Fire was heavily assaulted by the Ascended and Xeaku was taken away in the midst of all the chaos. He was locked in a metal box for the majority of his life, just barely kept alive. The Roya had no real plans for him, but felt it would be good to keep Xeaku alive for later. Six years passed in this manner. Xeaku never learned to talk or walk or anything. He was malformed and malnourished due to the confines of the box. But he instinctually knew of his powers and felt the pull of the Tree of Fire. When he was seven, he was brought out of the box for the first time. He was taught to walk and talk, but even then, his speech was crude. He was tortured and experimented on by the Ascended for some time, then he made the entire army explode in a raging inferno, unable to handle it anymore. He barely escaped to the forest with his life where he had to fight to survive night and day without end. At some point, he returned to the Tree of Fire. The rest of his life is a darkly kept secret. However, Xeaku is known to walk among humans more often than other Ambassadors, so don't be too surprised if you see a strange, fiery young man standing on the edge of a crowd. Just be careful you don't get burned.
Weapon: dual wield daggers of a crude make
Inventory: bag of dried meat, roll of bandages, little wrap of nightshade,
Extra: n/a
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DON'T JUDGE A DEVIL
Name: Mariposa Syllable Darhenna
Age: 16
Race: Human
Appearance:
Bio: Daughter of a rather average family, Mariposa's fate since birth was to be married off, young and appealing, to someone of at least slightly better class than her family in the hopes of attaining a better life for herself. But Mariposa never liked such a prospect. She has always wanted to be free of this perpetual cage that her parents have trapped her in. Both are hard, strict people without an ounce of love in them. They repressed and suppressed, both Mariposa and her sister Dana. But her sister died of tuberculosis at a young age, and now Mariposa is all they have left, seeing as no male was born to the family. The blame of that fell to Mariposa. She was one of two twins. Her twin brother died at birth and she was blamed for it. It should have been her, not her brother, who was later named Midden. But no. They were stuck with her, so now she was to do as they said to repay the debt she owed them. As an average, working class girl, Mariposa spends the majority of her time working. She has two jobs: one as a seamstress and the other at the docks hauling things and mending nets. She has some time to herself, as her parents do not want her over working. Then she might get too much muscle and lose her feminine appeal. So she brings money in, but no more. When at home, she does all the chores and is given strict instruction from her mother in etiquette and lady's studies. She needs to find a suitable man after all. But what her parents don't know is just how much she enjoys secret freedoms. She often sneaks out of the house at night to explore and practice in the more manly sports of fighting and weapons, as well as read books on history and science and all that. She collects herbs in the forests and gardens to make potions and medicines. She is much, much stronger than they realize, but manages to keep herself slim by honing more lithe, lean muscle than anything buff and manly. She has a sharp eye and quick wits. She can hold her own for the most part. But she still dreams of being swept off her feet by a man, as silly as the notion is.
Weapon: A dagger. Plain and crude, made of steel with a wood and bone handle of no intricate design. She found it discarded under a bridge.
Abilities: none
Extras: She once saw a demon, but she does not really remember the experience very well as she was very young at the time.
Name: Mariposa Syllable Darhenna
Age: 16
Race: Human
Appearance:
Bio: Daughter of a rather average family, Mariposa's fate since birth was to be married off, young and appealing, to someone of at least slightly better class than her family in the hopes of attaining a better life for herself. But Mariposa never liked such a prospect. She has always wanted to be free of this perpetual cage that her parents have trapped her in. Both are hard, strict people without an ounce of love in them. They repressed and suppressed, both Mariposa and her sister Dana. But her sister died of tuberculosis at a young age, and now Mariposa is all they have left, seeing as no male was born to the family. The blame of that fell to Mariposa. She was one of two twins. Her twin brother died at birth and she was blamed for it. It should have been her, not her brother, who was later named Midden. But no. They were stuck with her, so now she was to do as they said to repay the debt she owed them. As an average, working class girl, Mariposa spends the majority of her time working. She has two jobs: one as a seamstress and the other at the docks hauling things and mending nets. She has some time to herself, as her parents do not want her over working. Then she might get too much muscle and lose her feminine appeal. So she brings money in, but no more. When at home, she does all the chores and is given strict instruction from her mother in etiquette and lady's studies. She needs to find a suitable man after all. But what her parents don't know is just how much she enjoys secret freedoms. She often sneaks out of the house at night to explore and practice in the more manly sports of fighting and weapons, as well as read books on history and science and all that. She collects herbs in the forests and gardens to make potions and medicines. She is much, much stronger than they realize, but manages to keep herself slim by honing more lithe, lean muscle than anything buff and manly. She has a sharp eye and quick wits. She can hold her own for the most part. But she still dreams of being swept off her feet by a man, as silly as the notion is.
Weapon: A dagger. Plain and crude, made of steel with a wood and bone handle of no intricate design. She found it discarded under a bridge.
Abilities: none
Extras: She once saw a demon, but she does not really remember the experience very well as she was very young at the time.
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Name: Angeal Crude
Age: 16
Race: Experiment (can be turned by some monsters)
Role: Antagonist (though may be shifted to protagonist by players)
Appearance: see Picture
Bio (Optional): Unknown. Case files locked. May be discovered.
Personality: REGULAR: Calm and collected. A rather dangerously isolated introvert who has had little to no connection with humans other than himself and the rather evil people who run his life. He never speaks of his personal life and always changes the subject. He often lurks in corners, watching people. NIGHTMARE: Smug and grinning slyly. While he still lurks in corners, it is more to stalk people. He speaks in large words with philosophical tones and sometimes spouts things entirely in rhyme and poetry. He acts very malevolently against others as well.
Weapon (Optional): file with a razor blade edge
Beginning Inventory: bottle of medicine, raven with a broken neck, long cyan ribbon, odd mushrooms, small case of assorted bottles of perfumes
Age: 16
Race: Experiment (can be turned by some monsters)
Role: Antagonist (though may be shifted to protagonist by players)
Appearance: see Picture
Bio (Optional): Unknown. Case files locked. May be discovered.
Personality: REGULAR: Calm and collected. A rather dangerously isolated introvert who has had little to no connection with humans other than himself and the rather evil people who run his life. He never speaks of his personal life and always changes the subject. He often lurks in corners, watching people. NIGHTMARE: Smug and grinning slyly. While he still lurks in corners, it is more to stalk people. He speaks in large words with philosophical tones and sometimes spouts things entirely in rhyme and poetry. He acts very malevolently against others as well.
Weapon (Optional): file with a razor blade edge
Beginning Inventory: bottle of medicine, raven with a broken neck, long cyan ribbon, odd mushrooms, small case of assorted bottles of perfumes
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ROLEPLAY: Play It Cool
Name: Fen Knightley
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://mysterymuffin.weebly.com/uploads/3/9/0/9/39097339/6982441_orig.jpg
Bio: Fen is not a typical hunter. Most are faced with a choice: ignore the monsters and keep on living, or never turn away and enter a mad world of the hunt. But Fen came to be because he is a monster at heart. His family has been hunters for generations, but when they came to the end of their rope, they turned to the things they hunted to create an ultimate weapon against the monsters. They used monster blood and forbidden arts to create life, a forbidden practice. What they got was not what they hoped for, but what did they expect? Creating life is impossible. Creating something good out of the essence of evil is impossible. Unable to contain the thing, they sealed it away. Little did they know where the monster fled. When Fen was born, he was a weak, sickly child, but always one with an appearance of knowing more than an infant should. The monster had bonded with him while he was still growing inside his mother. His life has been a constant battle between the two souls, and his body suffers as a result. But Fen kept a brave face, if only because he knew that the hunters would turn on him if they found out. No one thought he was worth their time, being so helpless and pathetic. He was too weak to be pitied. They let him trail along and imitate their fighting and other skills, but in the end, they left him to his own devices. It was through the knowledge of the monster that Fen was able to survive in such conditions. Half-human and half-fake human, Fen has a lot of unresolved inner conflict. He can be a bit of an emotional roller coaster at times, or others, devoid of feeling whatsoever. He takes things in stride by day and lies awake at night in agony. He hates himself as much as some dark part craves himself. He loves the monster's powers, but ever seeks to destroy the thing inside him. Even if it kills him. While he tries to focus on being a good hunter, his own battle of the self can sometimes interfere. The monster does not give him total powers of any sort. Just small glimpses with varying manifestations. Sometimes it might be the ability to see the time a person has left to live. It might be a vision of the future. It might be the ability to see in the dark. Small things like that. Always related to psychic or physical powers, nothing like fire manipulation or teleportation or anything. Fen has no control over the powers. Most of the hunters just believe he might be partially psychic, a trait he could have inherited from his mother's side of the family. Fen neither knows nor cares. He believes everything comes from the monster.
Weapons: A katana. Occasionally a pistol.
Extras: Fen smokes to help with his anxiety. He claims to be dying anyway, so he hardly cares about the cigarettes. He has a thing for boots and typically won't wear any other shoe unless the disguise demands it. He drives a black 1970 Gran Torino. Fen listens to classical music for the most part. His favorite foods are sushi and ice cream. Unless he's doing research, the only thing he ever bothers to read are dime store romance novels.
Name: Fen Knightley
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://mysterymuffin.weebly.com/uploads/3/9/0/9/39097339/6982441_orig.jpg
Bio: Fen is not a typical hunter. Most are faced with a choice: ignore the monsters and keep on living, or never turn away and enter a mad world of the hunt. But Fen came to be because he is a monster at heart. His family has been hunters for generations, but when they came to the end of their rope, they turned to the things they hunted to create an ultimate weapon against the monsters. They used monster blood and forbidden arts to create life, a forbidden practice. What they got was not what they hoped for, but what did they expect? Creating life is impossible. Creating something good out of the essence of evil is impossible. Unable to contain the thing, they sealed it away. Little did they know where the monster fled. When Fen was born, he was a weak, sickly child, but always one with an appearance of knowing more than an infant should. The monster had bonded with him while he was still growing inside his mother. His life has been a constant battle between the two souls, and his body suffers as a result. But Fen kept a brave face, if only because he knew that the hunters would turn on him if they found out. No one thought he was worth their time, being so helpless and pathetic. He was too weak to be pitied. They let him trail along and imitate their fighting and other skills, but in the end, they left him to his own devices. It was through the knowledge of the monster that Fen was able to survive in such conditions. Half-human and half-fake human, Fen has a lot of unresolved inner conflict. He can be a bit of an emotional roller coaster at times, or others, devoid of feeling whatsoever. He takes things in stride by day and lies awake at night in agony. He hates himself as much as some dark part craves himself. He loves the monster's powers, but ever seeks to destroy the thing inside him. Even if it kills him. While he tries to focus on being a good hunter, his own battle of the self can sometimes interfere. The monster does not give him total powers of any sort. Just small glimpses with varying manifestations. Sometimes it might be the ability to see the time a person has left to live. It might be a vision of the future. It might be the ability to see in the dark. Small things like that. Always related to psychic or physical powers, nothing like fire manipulation or teleportation or anything. Fen has no control over the powers. Most of the hunters just believe he might be partially psychic, a trait he could have inherited from his mother's side of the family. Fen neither knows nor cares. He believes everything comes from the monster.
Weapons: A katana. Occasionally a pistol.
Extras: Fen smokes to help with his anxiety. He claims to be dying anyway, so he hardly cares about the cigarettes. He has a thing for boots and typically won't wear any other shoe unless the disguise demands it. He drives a black 1970 Gran Torino. Fen listens to classical music for the most part. His favorite foods are sushi and ice cream. Unless he's doing research, the only thing he ever bothers to read are dime store romance novels.
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ROLEPLAY: Warm Me Up
Name: Natsuko Fujiyomi
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Bio:
Name: Natsuko Fujiyomi
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Bio:
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ROLEPLAY: Warm Me Up
Name: Manami Tora
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Bio: Manami can be best described as a pretty boy. He has short lavender hair and brilliant red eyes. He is tall and lean, very muscular, with an array of scars across his fair skin. Both his ears are pierced three times each. He has a tattoo of a white rabbit in a tribal style on the small of his back. While Manami mostly becomes yet another face in the crowd, his connection to Daron is a rather dark one. His sister Hanji was murdered when he was younger. She was obsessively in love with Daron. Hanji and her friend Ino were in it together and even built a shrine to Daron in their room. But then Hanji started saying that she had actually met Daron and kissed him. True or not, Ino hated her for that. One day, she turned on Hanji and murdered her brutally. In too much shock, Manami just helped Ino hide the body. He blames Daron for the murder, not Ino, and he is determined to make Daron pay. One way or another.
Other: He is addicted to krokodil. As a result, he cuts off parts of his body himself and has a lot of scar tissue. Says he'll stop if it ever messes with his face, but he knows it's probably too late anyway. Most users die within two years, but though he doesn't go to it like everyone else does, he knows it's only a matter of time before he gives in and the drugs take him over. The only thing that keeps him from letting his slow suicide speed up is the dream of getting his revenge.
Name: Manami Tora
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Bio: Manami can be best described as a pretty boy. He has short lavender hair and brilliant red eyes. He is tall and lean, very muscular, with an array of scars across his fair skin. Both his ears are pierced three times each. He has a tattoo of a white rabbit in a tribal style on the small of his back. While Manami mostly becomes yet another face in the crowd, his connection to Daron is a rather dark one. His sister Hanji was murdered when he was younger. She was obsessively in love with Daron. Hanji and her friend Ino were in it together and even built a shrine to Daron in their room. But then Hanji started saying that she had actually met Daron and kissed him. True or not, Ino hated her for that. One day, she turned on Hanji and murdered her brutally. In too much shock, Manami just helped Ino hide the body. He blames Daron for the murder, not Ino, and he is determined to make Daron pay. One way or another.
Other: He is addicted to krokodil. As a result, he cuts off parts of his body himself and has a lot of scar tissue. Says he'll stop if it ever messes with his face, but he knows it's probably too late anyway. Most users die within two years, but though he doesn't go to it like everyone else does, he knows it's only a matter of time before he gives in and the drugs take him over. The only thing that keeps him from letting his slow suicide speed up is the dream of getting his revenge.
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Name: Lelouch Anniker
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Faction: Steam Punks
Rank: King
Description/Personality: A slight, sixteen year old boy with golden brown hair and vivid green eyes. A master tinkerer and expert gunfighter. Lelouch seems rather young to be a King of all Steam Punks, but what he lacks for in age, he makes up for in intelligence, strategy, and leadership. Sometimes the work can be overwhelming, but he takes everything in stride. He is very cold and professional with everything. He does not show emotion if only to not appear weak. He rules with an iron fist, but he is not without mercy where mercy is due. His people are very loyal to him, following him gladly into battle. Even if his designs and tactics seem risky or impossible, they know he can make it all work in the end.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Faction: Steam Punks
Rank: King
Description/Personality: A slight, sixteen year old boy with golden brown hair and vivid green eyes. A master tinkerer and expert gunfighter. Lelouch seems rather young to be a King of all Steam Punks, but what he lacks for in age, he makes up for in intelligence, strategy, and leadership. Sometimes the work can be overwhelming, but he takes everything in stride. He is very cold and professional with everything. He does not show emotion if only to not appear weak. He rules with an iron fist, but he is not without mercy where mercy is due. His people are very loyal to him, following him gladly into battle. Even if his designs and tactics seem risky or impossible, they know he can make it all work in the end.
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Name: Nico Vittero
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: Sandy brown hair and fair skin with gleaming red eyes. He often wears hoodies and sunglasses, even on hot summer days or at nighttime. He also has barbed wire wrapped around his neck.
Personality: He is quiet and rather hostile. He doesn't open up easily and prefers that people leave him alone. He goes to school but hates it, and he often skips out if he's too bored. He still gets good enough grades that he isn't affected by his tardies and missed days.
Extra: Nico is a vampire. He cannot go out in sunlight, touch crosses, be near garlic, an he is compelled to count grains of sand, salt, etc if it is blocking his doorway. He can only be killed by a stake to the heart. He needs to drink human blood. Animal blood can tide him over, but it's the equivalent of trekking through a desert with only a granola bar for energy. He hangs around bars and clubs, luring drunk or high people away to feed on them. He find it disgusting.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: Sandy brown hair and fair skin with gleaming red eyes. He often wears hoodies and sunglasses, even on hot summer days or at nighttime. He also has barbed wire wrapped around his neck.
Personality: He is quiet and rather hostile. He doesn't open up easily and prefers that people leave him alone. He goes to school but hates it, and he often skips out if he's too bored. He still gets good enough grades that he isn't affected by his tardies and missed days.
Extra: Nico is a vampire. He cannot go out in sunlight, touch crosses, be near garlic, an he is compelled to count grains of sand, salt, etc if it is blocking his doorway. He can only be killed by a stake to the heart. He needs to drink human blood. Animal blood can tide him over, but it's the equivalent of trekking through a desert with only a granola bar for energy. He hangs around bars and clubs, luring drunk or high people away to feed on them. He find it disgusting.