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 Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 4:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 4:34 pm
“I don’t know where I’m going…but I hope I’ll go far.”  Citizen Roquelle
Young Roquelle “….” My name is...... Cecelia Roquelle Anhurst But you can call me... Roquelle is what everyone calls me; Rocky for short. I am obviously a... Female And I was born 19 years ago. This is who I am... Girl #1 Or, to be specific... Undesireable. Digging deeper... Vocally, I'm pratically a mute these days; when I was younger I remember I tended to be that rough and tumble type of girl who would rather go play in mud puddles then shop for dresses, but I feel that with the situation I've been given I have lost most of that youthful exuberance. And if I haven't let go of it, of all that energy and that craving for life, then it's hidden pretty deep now. While I'm not as much of a worrier as...some people, that I know, I tend to be very cautious with how I conduct myself, something that has saved me time and time again in the Wilderness, as has my animalistic fighting nature; give me an opponent and I'll take it down. I can't afford to pick and choose my fights anymore, especially not since every day is a fight for survival. However, while I do operate on mostly instinct I'm not made of stone; true, my empathy scale is minimal, but prove yourself to me, and I'll always be there to have your back. Conversely, cross me and my wrath is as feirce as a wild hound out for the kill; I can't afford to take prisoners out here. If we knew each other before this...don't expect me to remember you. Living each day like you're dead tends to change a person. A tale of tragedy.... I don’t much enjoy talking about the last few years of my life, but if you won’t leave it alone… when you’re born, you never expect that unfortunate circumstances will befall you; I certainly never did, as I was raised by a loving mother, a stern but fair father and a rather overprotective older brother in a comfortable apartment flat in Pulss, just enough room for the four of us to live in a state of financial stability, without having to compromise. I attended public education until I was ten; my dream, at that point, I think was to become a police member when I grew older, to protect our grand society from the treacherous threats that might seek to destroy all our Primarch had worked for and earn my place in the world, as my brother was training to do. My mother and father approved; they gave me a wooden sword to swing around wherever I went, which is actually how I met the boy I fell in love with, when I accidentally swung it at his head and refused to apologize because he’d been in my way. I was happy, so happy. Then, on the morning of my fifteenth birthday, the Purge began.
I didn’t really understand much of it; all I knew for certain was that everyone who looked even just the slightest bit out of the average was being rounded up; rumors were they were being taken to the Wilderness, where nobody would care if they lived or died. I didn’t think much of it; none of my family did, until the police came knocking at our door, saying my family was in danger, calling for me to come forth. My brother hid me away in the closest; it didn’t do any good, and the next thing I knew, I too was being cattled off into a rail ship, destined for a never ending nightmare. I don’t know how my parents or my brother are doing; I wasn’t permitted to tell them goodbye, though father didn’t even come to see me off (despite this, I hope they are still well, even if they no longer care for me). The next several years, all I can recall is a repetitive blur of fighting, of struggling to survive. Until everyone else turned to crystal; now there are only four of us left. Four of us disgusting abnormals, left to support each other in a world where everyone is out to get us. God, what I wouldn’t give to just go back to the beginning of it all… Tools of the trade... Well, my specialty is healing magic, but I always carry around a weapon of some sort to defend myself; whatever I can find, I’ll use to my offensive advantage. I really enjoy... When I lived back in Pulss, I thoroughly enjoyed reading, play sword fighting with my brother and exploring all the little nooks and crannies in my town. Now I've been reduced to training my mind and body, along with venturing out for the ocassional hunting trip. Love it! My family and the other Undesireables, fighting (and winning), large, open spaces, being left alone, spicy foods, warm weather and strong, confident men. Eew, Nasty!Being touched by people I don't know, small, constricted spaces, the Primarch and Government, overly sweet foods, weakness (no matter if it's my own or that of others), sexist pigs and stupid, ego enflated men. If you mess with any of my friends, I'll break you in half. Turn it up!Imitation Black
Fate Rebirth
Who Said
Je N'ai Pas De Mots // Vic Mignogna Sssh, don't tell! I don't want to turn into crystal like everybody else...that means that I will not only no longer be living, but I will be alone. What else? Well, the others tell me I tend to go petty feral when threatened; I never remember it though... Distant Barriers... I had a boyfriend. HAD. Don't ask me again. Am I forgetting something...? Like most of the older members of our group, I feel very responsible for keeping the younger ones safe, especially Masaru; he's like my little brother. My lord, god and master is Yoko_Matsubishi
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 11:04 am
"Looking for the quickest way to the hospital? Let me escort you there.."  "Tch; get outta here." My name is...... Tanner Liam Evans But you can call me... Just Tanner. Girls get away with calling me Taffy....but I don't care for it. I am obviously a... Male And I was born 22 years ago. This is who I am... Boy #2 Or, to be specific... Undesireable. Digging deeper... Rough, tough and just plain not nice for a better portion of his time; Tanner's not someone you'd want to cross, or so much as irritate because unlike some of the undesireables that he lives with, he tends to sort things physically before mentally. Tanner has a number of trust issues and as such is a rather distant, but constantly alert and observing presence in most situations; however, upon proving yourself to him, most likely in terms of strength since intellectual pursuits are rather lost on him for the better part of the time, you'll have an ally for the rest of your life, and for Tanner's. This is best exhibited by extremely protective qualities, and has earned him a position of overseer and "Older brother" with the few Undesireables he watches over. Voluntarily, of course; not being the most patient of men, if forced to do anything without deferrence to his free will, Tanner will go down fighting. And losing a fight is never part of the equation. A tale of tragedy.... Well, there's not a whole lot to tell; at least, not a lot that's good, anyway. My old man passed away before I was born, I think due to some sickness or something, and for a long time it was just me and my Mom; to support her, I never went to school past the basics and as soon as I was able to, about fifteen I think, I was neck deep in work, mostly manual labor and odd jobs. Mom tried the best she could to bring in some money too, but she'd always been weak of body even though her spirit was strong; I like to think that's where I got all my willpower, heh. Anyway, it wasn't like I really minded; not having any brothers or sisters, I really loved my Mom...she was the only one who never gave up on me, even though I'm pretty sure I was just naturally born with a piss-poor attitude and a horrible temper. Whatever I did, wherever I went, she was always there for me to offer words of encouragement, or to scold me rotten if she dissaproved. She was also the only one to never once recoil at the strange, abnormal color of my eyes...something that got me into trouble that I, for once, hadn't started on my own. Weird, huh? The one thing I couldn't have changed even if I'd wanted to, and it royall screwed me over. Life sucks.
Anyway, I think I was about seventeen when it happened? The Police of Pulss came knocking around our house when I was out working and Mom was home by herself. They started asking her all these questions she couldn't answer, but I know it was only because she wouldn't give me up so easilly just because I looked a little different. Unfortunately I came home about five minutes later, covered in cuts and scrapes and...other things, thanks to a minor fight I'd gotten into on the way home involving someone stealing from my workplace; justice nees to be done and all that. Well, that gave the Police all the reason they needed to cuff me up and send me away; excessive violence, they said, was forbidden in Pulss, in a place so perfect all the time. Bullcrap; I know, and so did everyone else who saw it happen, that I'd been branded an Undesireable and so I had to leave. My Mom, she tried to stop them, but I wouldn't let her; she'd be safe if I left, and I didn't need to her to get hurt. Things afterwards were pretty much the same as they are for any of us freaks; boarded up, dropped off into the wild and what not. For a while I was pretty much a complete loner; it made things easier if I only had to look after myself. But then it became pretty apparent that there were only a few of us left, and hey, safety in numbers, right? If anyone so much as dares to come after me, I'll snap their necks like wishbones. Tools of the trade... My magic prowess lies in the ability of bindings and curses...so I suppose it's both a weapon and a defensive property, depending on how I use it. I lifted a nice set of knives off one of the last morons who came wandering around these woods, so I have those, too. I really enjoy... It's a forest; what do you expect me to be doing out here? Most of the time I help look after the younger undesireables that are still left, and sometimes I go with Roquelle out on hunting trips...someone has to make sure she's okay. Back when I was still accepted in society, I used to do quite a bit of reading and scrapping...it was all legal, of course, but does that really matter? Love it! (Likes) Eew, Nasty! (Dislikes) Turn it up! (Theme song(s) ) Sssh, don't tell! Okay, so I kind of have this thing for Roquelle....and I'm not good with heights. You tell anyone either of those things and I'll kill you! Distant Barriers... Girl #3...eventually. Am I forgetting something...? I don't think that's really any of your business, is it? Yeah, that's what I thought. My lord, god and master is Yoko_Matsubishi UC
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 3:45 pm
"Until the bitter end"  Once upon a time; I was normal too "........" My name is...... Hisoka Fukuwa But you can call me... Hiso I am obviously a... boy And I was born 24 years ago. This is who I am... Boy #4 Or, to be specific... an ex-experiment Pilot Digging deeper... Hisoka is lethargic pretty much to a fault; it's a side-effect of the experiments done on him than his actual personality, but it’s an obvious feature that defines this pilot. Though he used to be energetic as a young puppy, but the experiments slowed himself down into, almost the negatives. He can only work at full speed and efficiency if there’s a direct threat to him or those around him that he truly cares for. The adrenaline kick he gets from fighting or flying is the best cure for his laziness and it somehow counters his lethargy. One trait that he kept from his young days is his laid-back attitude. It's not easy to ignite Hisoka's temper and he pretty much lazily brushes off jibes or insults intended to get him moving faster than your heartbeat. Continual jabbing at him may result him him purposely moving even slower and more sluggishly.
The most distinctive feature of Hisoka personality is his conscience; a strict and unyielding belief in right and wrong. His short but dramatic history has something to do with it. To him, the world is black and white with no room for grey. Either you fit into his sense of justice or you don’t; and if you don’t, you are going down one way or another. He doesn't hesitate in turning this view towards his own allies, although he tends to cut some slack when it comes down to punishing them. He’s a daunting opponent, one who lives and breaths his own rules but fortunately for the Adventurers, he also has a steadfast admiration for the “upholders of the law”. He’s turned down most of his promotions, more then content as his current stage of his job; any more power and he’d be forced to deal with additive pressures from the higher-ups. No use in that, especially cause his severe image of justice sometimes clashes with the rules set out by the government. So long as he gets the job done, he sees no reason he should be punished for a few casualties here and there.
He’s selfish. Far far far too selfish. Most of the time, he’s off doing his own thing, with a few recruits trailing after him, squeaking warnings that he’s not supposed to damage this, or that the government surely doesn’t want him doing that. The world will end if he starts to listen. He doesn’t like authority, but he concedes to a few people. Specifically those who are higher-ranked than he is; not necessarily those more powerful. Most of the time, he’s found, other people don’t approve with his righteousness. The best thing to do in those cases is simply ignore them and do what he thinks is best. Most of the time though, his incessant need for justice fringes on the vague lines of obsession. Maybe he'd be less unruly if he were a little more mature. A tale of tragedy.... Hisoka was born to a normal middle class family; two very kind and soft-hearted parents. His father was a airship mechanic, his mother was a successful researcher in air transportation. Both were very much in love with one another and the three lived in marital bliss. Five years later, a little baby girl came into their lives, and Hisoka had a little sister; Asami; who loved to sing. The three thought she was absolutely beautiful and perfect in every imaginable way; but there was one problem. Her cloudy milky silver-blue eyes were blind, unable to see. Even though she was unable to see the beauty of the world around her, the Fukuwa family didn't care. They gave both children all the love and attention they were able to, doting on them every spare minute they could afford. Even though their daughter had a little handicapped disadvantage, they were the definition of a happy family. Until a group of doctors came forward saying they were able to cure Asami's blindness.
Long story short - they succeeded, and on Asami's eleventh birthday; she saw the world for the first time, her eyes soon shining the beautiful, but still slightly cloudy silver-blue color. But she sacrificed a huge side effect; she had gained her sight, but the drugs were harsh on her throat. She was a blind turn mute, unable to utter a sound, nevertheless sing. Hisoka would never hear her voice again. The school bullies found this very amusing, and once the protective older brother was not around, they would taunt and insult her, and soon became cruel and violent, taking delight that Asami was unable to fight back, nevertheless call for help. But she refused to tell her family, and start hiding her bruises and cuts while flashing a bright convincing smile that even fooled Hisoka. The weekly attacks soon became daily, and soon Asami stumbled and limped home late at night, very bruised with a broken leg. That night it dawned on Hisoka that his sister was purely miserable, dying on the inside while her body suffered virtually all manner of torment.
That night, Hisoka decided to take it into his own hands, his parents having no clue what to do aside from rushing their daughter to the hospital. With his next birthday coming up, the young teen soon stole his father's pistol before going off to find the bullies to deal with himself. Hisoka marveled at he saw how easy it was to take a life. A bullet here, another silenced shot there, and one by one, they all crumpled into a heap like spineless pieces of string. He was pleased with himself, felt like he was just like those top notch strong men who so effortlessly took down the evils.
Hisoka spent his seventeenth birthday... in jail. But the steel determination and the mere fire in his eyes took a few scientists' interest. Most other jailees deflated once they were in prison, but not Hisoka. Taking him in, they started doing experiments on the teen boy, trying to figure out if normal people like him were capable of turning into one of the beautiful - an Undesirable. But he was top secret, and his family was left to mourn the fact that their one and only son was jailed - most likely for life. After many drugs, tests, mere experimental tasks, Hisoka was slowly turning into what they called an Ambassador for the normals to step into the once untouchable world of being an Undesirable. But experiments always come with their troubles...
Although years went by with no real harm done to the scientist's now expensive and precious experiment, Hisoka started to display abnormal behavior. He'd spasm out on intervals - bursts of power that the scientists who played god have given to him. At first they did nothing, continued to do what they did, until the day where in one of his spasm moments became absolutely uncontrolled. The "gods in white coats" just monitored his status at first, watched what he did. But then after he broke through the cell room they kept him in, he killed a security guard and critically injured a scientist, they were forced to deem him a failure when the Special Police began to interfere. They moved on to completely focus on a new, different subject; Eclypse. So at age twenty three, Hisoka was shut and locked into a special defensive room. But as time passed, it was obvious that the scientists were not done with him yet.
More tests were done in secret, and they soon found out the main element that made Hisoka absolutely frenzied - oxygen. When his body took too much oxygen in, he would begin to spasm out and blindly attack anyone on sight. They soon started to fashion a mask for him to use - as his body was used to only taking oxygen while flushing everything else out. It took many times of delicate tweaking, but the scientists soon found the right air composition for Hisoka to breathe in without going berserk. It had taken them another year's work, and despite the fact that the mask nullified his magical powers, they were proud of their test subject. In a last ditch effort to convince the Primarch to let them continue their work on Hisoka, they sent him with the Adventurers to rid of any Undesirables who were still alive in the Wilderness. If he comes back successful, back to the lab for him. If he fails; locked away until the day he dies - or turn into a block of crystal.
But before he left - Hisoka did a little raid in the Weapons Department... Tools of the trade... Hisoka always has his mask on 24/7, it acts as a leash of sorts for his powers which are based around shadows and different forms of water. He was told that if it ever came off - he'll go berserk and kill everyone and anyone on sight. He works best with machine guns, but if they're not available; he can make a formidable hand to hand fighter. When he goes berserk; his stress levels tends to sky rocket; resulting in his hair color to changing to a silver white. I really enjoy... Maintaining the Strahl Love it! Animals (cats, dogs, horses, etc.), new weapons (He's been known to ah borrow some prototype weapons from the government) Eew, Nasty! People who don't fit into his conscience sense of "justice" or steal his mask... Turn it up! Living Inside the Shell & Rise & Sound the Bugle Sssh, don't tell! If anyone ever steals his mask, he has extras in case it ever happens, but he's paranoid. What if he goes berserk and kill everyone just like they told him? Distant Barriers... He's started to take a fancy to the mysterious Eclpyse; since he feels that only the two of them really understand their background - being experiments of the "same" project and all. (Eventually Maralina May Talbern; Girl Two) Am I forgetting something...? Strange, but true; no one ever seems him eat... My lord, god and master is ll Yuna-Chan ll
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 8:18 pm
"Memories are nice - but really. That's all what they are."  You don't want to mess with me "BOO! Haha!! [/insert laughter here] What you doin' here stranger?" My name is...... Masaru Yoshida But you can call me... Saru, or if you're one of the freaked out ones; Ghost. I am obviously a... boy And I was born 16 years ago. This is who I am... Boy #1 Or, to be specific... Undesireable Digging deeper... Easily the youngest out of everybody, I'm very enthusiastic, and outgoing. You can find me fooling around, smiling, making awesome (in reality, they're horrible) jokes, and teasing others. But don't get me wrong, I care about my friends and I have this little brother relationship with most of the Undesirables. In fact, that's how most people recognize me if I have not seem them for a long while, my bubbly personality and genius (they're not awesome, they're lame - I HEARD THAT) jokes that convinced me that I'm Masaru and not some wannabe wacko. But personally, underneath it all, my enthusiastic, happy-go-lucky demeanor is actually a mask of my true, scared and much less secure self. Despite appearing carefree, my experiences at the Hanging Edge and the Wilderness makes me painfully aware about the realities of life, and my greatest fear appears to be learning about his mystery shrouded past. I worry a lot about major choices ([/whispering] and falls short of being paralyzed by his fears) but when I finally make a choice - I stick with it through the thick and thin! I have a strong feeling of responsibility for anyone who does manage to become my friend, and I take any insults about them very seriously. I'm a carefree guy, but never try to tick me off. I'll make your life a living hell. I know how to fight and use my abilities - and more importantly; I'm not afraid to use 'em! A tale of tragedy.... Explosions, burning paper flying up into the air as people screamed to get out of the burning library. That was only childhood memory that Masaru remembers - always haunting him and he doesn't remember anything else. He wasn't even sure how he got into the library in the first place; although he had fleeting images of what seemed to be his mother take him there only to leave him shortly after. He had back up against a bookcase, the fire creeping closer. Soon enough the ceiling soon caved in on top of him, he woke up several hours later at night, still alive, but slightly burned; not to mention smeared and covered in ash and soot. It was around that time when he discovered his phasing ability. (He still has nightmares about it now; and only told Maralina about it) Masaru is an orphan, for as long as he was able to remember, he was living off what little he could find at the Hanging Edge - the absolute last border that divided Pulss and the Wilderness.
His relationship with the other orphans there can be related to a gang of sorts; although everyone had their own survival in mind and all walked a fine line between friend and fiend. Therefore; he has no real concept of "family" and never even seen Pulss before. No one ever really bothered him and the other orphans before; since they were too far away from society to cause any trouble. Over time; thanks to his abilities as an Undesirable - Masaru managed to scrap his way up the top of the "social" ladder of the orphans. He was; well. Up there in the "untouchables." Until the soldiers came that is.
It was just another day like any other, until the special police and the solders came marching in. They rounded up the orphans they found at the Hanging Edge, although many did try to hide - they were soon found anyway. The "normals" were sent back to Pulss for adoption and the Undesirables; well you probably already know. They were pushed even further - off the Hanging Edge and into the Wilderness. The change of scenery was obviously a hindering factor in the beginning; and Masaru never seen so many people before; nevertheless that many Undesirables. Although honestly; Masaru never figured out why most of them complained (and how they little they knew as to how to survive in the wild). And soon enough, they all started disappearing a few at a time - turning into the Crystal Forest - and then Masaru realized that there were not many of them left at all. Only four. Tools of the trade... Saru's ability making himself intangible to pass through objects or let objects pass through him without suffering from any physical harm. It's an ability that he and the other Undesirables grew to call "phasing" This ability allows him to pass through trees, walls, fists, feet, whatever weapons or projectiles slashed/thrown at him, and will even allow him to stick his hand straight into you to mess up your internal organs... Ew, but you get my point. He's capable of making either parts of his body or his whole body intangible, depending on the circumstance. Unlike his limbs, Saru's not able to make his torso and head intangible for large amount of time due to the fact that it would disrupt his internal system. It's possible, but dangerous.
For example, let's say that you shoot a bullet at Saru's chest; since he only has to be intangible for the duration of time that the bullet has to go through him, he'll suffer no damage. On the contrast, if you take something like a sword or a pole, run it through his chest and keep it there without pulling it out for a prolonged time, he'll soon suffer enough damage to become hospitalized or, worst case scenario; die.
Saru's also able to turn solid objects intangible as well, but only if he has continuous skin contact with it. It's a good thing, since then you know you won't be swiping his clothes off of him anytime soon unless he lets you. Other "benefits" he gets from this side of his ability is that he'll be able to take undisturbed naps in trees or if he's stealing something.
Because Saru's unique ability doesn't offer very much offense, he relies a lot on his own physical agility as a fighter. Unfortunately, his focus on offense usually leaves him wide open for a surprise counterattack, and Saru relies on a either his phasing ability or a partner to cover his back. He lacks a bit in the strength department, but he's known to be very flexible. In fact, he's so confident in his abilities of flexibility, Saru has no qualms with relying upon them to eavesdrop on people or save his own life. Apparently, he has exceptionally prehensible toes, being able to tear blades of grass with his bare feet, pick up knives or single leafs with his toes.I really enjoy... Climbing stuff, stealing borrowing things from "intruders" Love it! Rain and candy; sweets are a real treat for him Eew, Nasty! Masaru has an extreme traumatizing hatred of libraries, bookstores and books - of any kind, as well as fire. The smallest flame can make him zone off and remember that one annoying memory. He doesn't like people touching his head either (thanks to that knock from the burning ceiling beam; a simple pat or friendly musing around his hair can result in a painful headache on his end) Turn it up! Complication & Butterfly Sssh, don't tell! Being the youngest guy out of everyone; it's not hard to believe that Masaru's going to be the last of the Undesirables. That in itself is what makes him nervous - because deep down inside; he doesn't want to see his Undesirable friends turn into crystal. Since then he'll be completely alone in a world that doesn't accept his abnormalities. (As stated in the bio; he's also paranoid about anything related to his history) Distant Barriers... Isabelle Terra Holisson (Girl 4) Am I forgetting something...? Since he pretty much grew up in the Hanging Edge - he can't read.... My lord, god and master is ll Yuna-Chan ll
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 2:19 pm
"Willpower over strength."  formal wear[/he hasn't noticed you yet] My name is...... Vaisu Trayce Ladage But you can call me... Trayce; depending on who you are...I might let you get away with Tray.... I am obviously a... male And I was born 21 years ago. This is who I am... Boy #3 Or, to be specific... Special police force Digging deeper... He's an lovesick idiot. Enough said. A tale of tragedy.... (Bio. At least a paragraph. ) Tools of the trade... He's the most normal guy out of everyone. He doesn't have any power whatsoever and his best ability would be sharpshooting. Thanks to the police force, he has weapons training; so he's good with any kind of gun; pistol, rifle, sniper, grenade launcher... He heavily lacks in hand to hand combat though - so if any of his enemies get too close to him; he's screwed. I really enjoy... or rather, what he does often; day dreaming or shooting targets. Love it! Cecelia Roquelle Anhurst. Duh. Eew, Nasty! His first name Turn it up! (Theme song(s) ) Sssh, don't tell! He's paranoid about his ex turning into crystalDistant Barriers... Cecelia Roquelle Anhurst Am I forgetting something...? (Other, if any.) My lord, god and master is ll Yuna-Chan ll
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 12:36 pm
"Follow your heart, and you'll never be lost."  Young Maralina
Brother and Sister "I am not inferior." My name is...... Maralina May Talbern But you can call me... Mara, Lina. I am obviously a... Female And I was born 23 years ago. This is who I am... Girl #2 Or, to be specific... Undesireable Digging deeper... Smart, classy and sophisticated; though she has been in the Wildnerness for many years unlike most who are forgotten Maralina has flourished into a strong, confident woman who still manages somehow to retain her pride and boundless, ever growing intelligence, while looking out for others at the same time. In the group of Undesireables she makes home with, she's undoubtedly the most mature, and tends to look at things like a realist. However, at only twenty three this isn't to say she's going to settle down and sloth around; Maralina has a virtually untameable spirit, one which fits in like a second skin in the usually inhospitable wild she now calls her home, and she'll die to protect that what she beleives in, no matter if it be a rule of humanity, morality or otherwise. Rules, order and discipline are integral parts of Maralina's life, but she isn't stupid; in order to survive, to live on, Maralina is more then capable of seeing situations from more then one angle and crossing into grey areas, and can turn into a real hellcat when you force her to take matters into her own hands. For the most part though she's actually quite kind and mothering, if not a bit blunt when the need arises; out of everyone in the group she's a definate mother figure...a mother figure with some real edge to her. A tale of tragedy.... Maralina grew up far different from her fellow Undesireables in that from the time she was born to the time she was shipped off, she had a choice, a chance to willingly avoid being cast out of society. Never knowing her mother who had died during the process of childbirth, Maralina grew up well in high society a politician of a father and a grease monkey of an older brother, who she adored more then anyone; Braum, for that was his name, had been pressured his entire life to become a politician as his father had spent his entire life cultivating a spot for his children to slide right into wealth and fortune, but he forwent all of that, saying instead that he wanted to be a sky pilot, that he wanted adventure instead of some borish desk job. From the time the two siblings were able to stand on their own, arguments were all Maralina ever heard between Braum and her father, but Braum stayed strong and got what he wanted. Which was good for him...not so much for Maralina. Having given up on his son, Maralina's father then turned to her in hopes that she still might at least attempt to make him happy. And Maralina did try, for a while; but inbetween politics and economics and having to be a lady, she found that really, it wasn't where she wanted to be.
Things got bad from there; Maralina's father, unable to cope with the fact that neither of his children wanted anything to do with him, that they showed not even the slightest bit of intrest in what he'd worked so hard to give them, took his own life yeas before he should have died. And Maralina, bearing the trademark neon colored eyes of a troublemaker, was taken away of her own will; did it really matter, she asked her brother, if she took the blame? Braum still had ambitions; at that point Maralina hadn't known what she would have wanted to do with her life. So she said goodbye to the last family she had (who tried to get her back, but was restrained), and was promptly sent to the Wilderness, where she settled in among the other Undesireables. Honestly, she doesn't mind being where she is...sure, she'd like to see Braum again, but she's too strong of mind to die out here anyway. Tools of the trade... Maralina's magic lies in the ability of camoflague; no matter the surroundings, should she will it she can blend in. She's a whizz with mechanics, so should any sort of electric, wired weapon fall into her lap it's as good as her's.I really enjoy... With all the different personalities in camp, looking after everyone is practically a full time job; however, Maralina can also be found tinkering with whatever machines and electronics she can get her hands on. Love it! Any kind of machine or electronic, her older brother Braum, the other Undesireables, smart, intelligent people and conversation, most animals, and shiny weapons. Eew, Nasty!Female prejudices, most fruits, alcohol (bad effects) and anyone who dares to lay a hand on the remainin Undesireables, who she veiws as her family. Turn it up!Sing // MCR GLEE Cover
I'm not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with You// GLEE Cover Sssh, don't tell! Maralina is best when avoiding alcohol..too much to drink and she gets rather promiscuous. Distant Barriers... Boy #4 Am I forgetting something...? NEVER try to sneak up on Maralina; odds ae you'll get tazed in the side if you do. My lord, god and master is Yoko_Matsubishi
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 1:43 pm
"Big suprises can come in some really small packages."  *Owlish Blink* My name is...... Isabelle Terra Holisson But you can call me... Isa, Izzy, T. I am obviously a... Female And I was born 17 years ago. This is who I am... Girl #4 Or, to be specific... Trapper for Pulss' scouting party. Digging deeper... (Personality; at least a paragraph.) A tale of tragedy.... (Bio. At least a paragraph. ) Tools of the trade... I actually don't have any weapons of my own, at least not the typical ones. However, if you need traps, steel cages, rope, anything like that, I'm your girl! Being a hunter and trapper by trade, I've got great eyesight and hearing, so I use those instinctively like an animal might. I really enjoy... Star gazing, cloud watching, keep my traps and equipment in top condition. Love it! (Likes) Eew, Nasty! (Dislikes) Turn it up! (Theme song(s) ) Sssh, don't tell! (Any secrets or fears your character has) Distant Barriers... (Your eventual pairing; read the character list) Am I forgetting something...? (Other, if any.) My lord, god and master is Yoko_Matsubishi
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:14 pm
"What I do, I do with no regrets."  (Outfit 1) - (Outfit 2) ...[/cautious stare] My name is...... Lunari Hybis Tyliace, no one knows that though. But you can call me... Eclypse - she is simply known to others as that and never her real name. I am obviously a... Female And I was born twenty-one years ago. This is who I am... Girl Three Or, to be specific... a hybrid gunner Digging deeper... Lunari was a kind-hearted, loyal, honest and polite humanitarian who strived to see the best in others and has a strong conviction to complete whatever task she feels is her duty to perform (a trait she still has now). She often placed the needs of others above her own, often considering her needs secondary, or less significant, than the needs of others. Described by her brother as serious to a fault, she would often hide her feelings of fear, sadness, and desperation while encouraging others to express themselves in her place. She often seemed quite willing to carry others' burdens to ease their own pain.
Four years later, Lunari had undergone a complete makeover with a completely different dress style, name, and a new lease on life - so much has changed that people hardly believe that she was the same girl she was before. Eclypse is determined, concentrated and independent. Initially, she is cold and standoffish to others, which stems primarily from her irritation over her childhood and events that spiral out of her control. Much of her motivation is fueled from what she perceives as failing certain events/missions and wanting to make things right, which leads her to lash out at those she believes are responsible for said events and the subsequent Purge: namely, the Primarch, the Secret Police and, to a point, her own genetics. Eclypse most common solution to things that annoy or upset her is to distance herself, either emotionally or physically. As of now, she hides her hatred of the government well so that she would be able to hide her eventual plan to backfire. Eclypse's ability to carry others' burdens to ease their own pain has now twisted into a thinking that everyone is not happy with the government, and it's her job "to take care of it," even if it costs her own life. A tale of tragedy.... My father was normal, but my mother - she was an Undesirable; she had the most beautiful shocking ice blue eyes I ever saw. I was the second child born, my older brother, who carried the same eyes of my mother, was also classified as an Undesirable. But me; when I was born, my parents were told that I was a special case; I had heterochromia. My left eye was the shocking ice blue like my mother, but my right eye was, well, a normal green like my father. Unbeknownst to us, the doctors had contacted the government to report my unique condition, and growing up, I was monitored very closely, but we never knew; teachers, neighbors, people pretending to be friends, Eventually it was apparent that I had inherited half the traits as a hybrid Undesirable. I wasn't skilled with magic unless I held a weapon to enhance that ability, but my physical stats like speed, stamina, dexterity, were heightened, more then the average human. and strangely, Undesirables.
My mother was a singer, her voice was technically her weapon, and she's sing and chant out her spells. It was almost like, magic even listened when she spoke or sang, and growing up, I aspired to be like her. I planned to be a singer and follow in her footsteps. (except for the magic part since my genes skipped out on that part) My father and brother encouraged it, and I reached a point where I'd even dress like my mother and appear next to her in concerts for a song or two. Believe me, I grew up proud, I was told I was special, and I absolutely believed it. I was told that I was the only hybrid Undesirable, the only person born with one foot planted in both worlds.
Then, a few weeks before my eighteenth birthday, the Purge began, and that was when I harshly learned how cruel the world can be, even if your only partially related to one side. Undesirables hated me for being part normal, and all the normal people loathed me for being half Undesirable. I had to make my choice - and I chose to pretend to be normal. When the Purge came around to my area, my brother shoved me into the wall of the basement before closing the door behind me. I was heard the muffled dreaded sounds as my mother and brother were ruefully shoved out of the house, and I couldn't stand it. I broke out of my hiding place to see them once again, passing the dead body of my father out on the front porch when he resisted the police and was gunned down. Just as I managed to steal one last hug from my mother and dear brother, strong hands clamped around my shoulder. Soon, I forced to watch as the rail ship sped away, carrying my beloved family members away before I, myself, was dragged away.
I hated them - I hated them all.
I was brought to a strange facility, obviously government run. Anything I tell you here and on is considered confidential information and is not to be shared on the pain of loosing my freedom. If you could call it that. Suffice to say, being the only hybrid, I was subject to plenty of tests and training before the allowed me to finally see the outside world once again. (which was only a few months ago). But before they "take me back in" they commanded me to go off to the Wilderness to fight and kill any last remaining Undesirables that were still alive. I will succeed and I refuse to fail. Once I defeat them, I'm going back, and I plan to take down the Government system and kill the ones who issued the Purge order four years ago. Tools of the trade... Guns, First Aid Kits. If I wield a wand or a staff, then my magic powers will heighten to that of a normal Undesirable, but carrying one generally hinders my mobility. (I can't be jumping around while casting a spell, doesn't work for me) The only spell she can use efficiently (without a wand or a staff) is what she calls "Defying Gravity." A spell that only works on herself unless she has a wand or a staff, it basically does what it's called - it allows her to defy gravity. When activated, an effect similar to what looks like "white electricity" sparks around her, and in this state, she's able to, but not limited to, jump down from insanely high places - landing without getting hurt, jump up even higher then what she normally can, attach onto ceilings or walls and more. However, despite the false rumors/ideas that goes around, she cannot fly, she'll still come down, and so she'll still need something to step on and push herself off again. As you can imagine, she enjoys using it, but prolonged usage causes too much strain on her joints - causing her to become very sore afterwards. I really enjoy... Sky gazing, when she's feeling particularly melancholy; singing. Love it! New weapons (they were developing gunblades for her to use, but they're still a prototype, so she was forced to take on the mission with normal guns and a sword), cakes (though people don't seem to link her with the idea of eating a slice of cake) as well as her brother. She hopes that she'll be able to find him somewhere in the Wilderness. Eew, Nasty! Any kind of music, they bring back too much painful memories, people touching my weapons (especially my guns), the Primarch, the government in general. Turn it up! Rise & Path of Repentance & Kimi ga Iru Kara Sssh, don't tell! She has a haunting feeling that - well - she's a half Undesirable. Will she turn into crystal? Distant Barriers... Boy Two Am I forgetting something...? She is always dual wielding guns - she'll never use only one if she is able to use two. Also, when able, she'll wear a blue contact over her green eye. My lord, god and master is ll Yuna-Chan ll
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