Thought I ought to create a spot for me to place those characters I hope to one day use again.
Alexis "Alex" Sheridan
Female, 18, Class D
Never afraid of getting dirty or breaking a few bones, Alex is quite the tomboy. Alex even enjoys the odd fight, more than capable of holding her own. Even so, she won't start a fight without good reason.
Alex is honest to a fault. She refuses to tell a lie, whether the truth will hurt or not. She worries little about offending others, and shrugs it off when others are hurt by her honesty.
It seems Alex can turn almost anything into a joke, whether others find it funny is the issue, but she's certainly pretty good at entertaining herself.
Alex was born into a rather over-crowded family, her mother and father already raising four boys, making the fact that they had a girl a near miracle. Alex was barely a year old before her mother decided to run, leaving her family in the dust so she could find a 'better life'. Alex was left in a home full of testosterone, her father distressed and at a loss. For many years, he would spend most of his days working while leaving the children at home with their mother, but everything changed. He had to learn how to care for them day by day, especially baby Alex. Simple things like changing a diaper took him some time, but thanks to a nanny, he eventually learned the basics. Though he wasn't the perfect father, by no means was he a bad parent. He still loves all of his children, caring for them to the best of his ability. Alex was the one he seemed to have trouble with, raising her virtually as if he had another son, though it became painfully obvious his trouble dealing with female issues on days like her first period. That was a horrible day...
Since Alex was five, she would spend almost everyday at her father's work with her brothers, helping run the family auto garage. She couldn't help her curiosity, and would often tinker with things she wasn't supposed to touch. As she aged, Alex became better working with the clunkers in her father's shop, and eventually was working side by side with him as well as her eldest brother. Though she loved this life, when she heard about the academy, she couldn't help begging her father to let her go. She loved her brothers, but spending all day with them was starting to become tiring. Working with them, living with them, and going to school with them. She felt as if she was beginning to lose herself in all of it, really. Understanding her plight, her father agreed to let her attend despite his apprehension. He was going to miss his only daughter, and one of his best mechanics.
Heavy, oversized wrench
Tomboy - Krista Marie
Hiromi "Mimi" Nakamura
Male, 18, Class B.
Mimi as often been described as a "child trapped in a man's body". He's not afraid to be silly, or look like a fool, and enjoys the little things in life. Of course, a good portion of his playful side is the joy he takes in getting a rise out of others, resulting in Mimi often making crude, teasing jokes.
Mimi has a rather strong dislike of authority figures, and hates being told what to do. Though his choices are often governed by his whims, he still feels he knows best for himself, and refuses to admit otherwise.
Though he seems to never sleep, Mimi has endless energy, and does nothing to hide it. He may often be caught dancing to music no one else can hear, and is always eager to chat someone's ear off, whether they pay attention or not.
Hiromi was the result of a night of obsession and too much alcohol, the son of a groupie and the lead singer of a little known band. Most would expect tragedy, but that night resluted in a very meaningful relationship between his mother and father. Hiromi was blessed as a child, raised by two very loving, free-spirited parents. As more children were thrown into the family, Hiromi soon became somewhat of a father figure to his younger siblings as the popularity of his father's band grew. Seeing his father less and less never concerned Hiromi, however. He knew his father loved him, he just had to be certain his brothers and sisters knew it, too. Mimi's father book his first country-wide tour, and took his mother along with him. Hiromi was thirteen, and his parents saw it fit that he could care for his siblings while they were gone, as he had on so many previous occasions. His parents checked in daily, and all went well until the day they didn't check in. His mother and father had been in a very serious accident, the cause of his mother's death and his father's coma. He was torn from his younger siblings, placed into foster care on his own considering the major age differences.
Since then, Hiromi has dealt well with his loss, though he is determined to reunite what is left of his family. Though he visits his father in the hospital whenever possible, he never sees his brothers and sisters, as if they've forgotten it all. Some probably have. At the age of sixteen, Hiromi took out on his own, using what money and assets his mother left him to afford proper housing and education. His father's name still being well-known, Hiromi does his best to lean away from any connections. It often either inflicts pity upon him, or adoration, neither of which he is fond of receiving. Despite others occasionally connecting the dots, he generally finds people easy to get along with, and strives to always have a friend nearby. As such, he was very wary about starting at a new school, but the curriculum of an average public school became rather boring for him. He was always told that if he applied himself, he could be an exceptional student. Personally, he just thought the school had to work harder.
Thankfully one of administrators of Shoukanju Academy is a big fan of his father's band, and assisted a great deal with the application process. Without much studying, Mimi made his way quite easily into class B, thought the thought of Class A was a bit foreboding. Mimi enjoys shopping and dress up more than any teenage boy should, as well as rather regular trips to the playground. Really, who can resist the teeter-totter?
Weapon: Bladed whip
Avatar Troop Type: Attacker
Theme Song:Namie Amuro - Hide and Seek
Vidar "Ragnar" Kolstad
Standing at a towering 6'2", Vidar's hip-length hair is a dirty blond, his eyes the blue of a tropical sea. His face seems to constantly sit in an angry expression. He will often be found wearing black when not in uniform or, at best, dark colors. The tattoo upon his left upper arm was done by a friend for his sixteenth birthday.
Male - 18 - Class B
- Friendly -
Despite his appearance, and rather harsh natural expression, Vidar is a very happy and friendly individual. It's very rare that he would wish harm upon anyone, but his harsh expression often causes others to steer away from him. As such, he doesn't find it very easy to strike up conversation.
- Committed -
When Vidar discovers something he loves, he will commit every possible moment of his life to it. As such, he is a very well-versed individual, having taught himself four languages, and taught himself to play guitar. Music is his greatest love in life.
- Macabre -
Despite Vidar's very peaceful philosophies, he can be very dark at times, with a strange sense of humor. He has an odd, seemingly educational, obsession with obscure deaths, on top of other things. One of his most prized possessions, aside from his electric guitar Freyja, is a human skull he has named Mimir.
Vidar was raised in a very religious home, but he seemed to stand amongst the flock as a black sheep since his birth. He looks quite different from his parents, and has never taken well to their religious preachings, even as a small child. Vidar was bounced around many schools as a child, as his parents insisted enrolling him at institutions with Christian-based learning. Apparently, his disbelief and questions were often too much for the staff to bare. Eventually, once high school rolled around, Vidar's parents finally chose to enroll him in public school, realizing what their sons issue was; he must be a minion of the Devil. Well, that's how they saw it. He'd always been a happy youth, but his choice in dress, music, and hobbies was apparently enough to disturb his parents greatly.
Vidar enjoys Viking metal, and has since he was first introduced to it by a friend at the age of 12. He worked tirelessly, day and night, in attempts to perfect the musical talents Odin had gifted him. His tireless efforts only further aggravated his parents, as did his sudden interest in these 'mythical' Norse gods. The breaking point was when they found out about his somewhat macabre hobby... Vidar often uses his free time to research serial killers, their crimes, and grizzly, unsolved murders. Occasionally, suicides as well. Unable to handle the Demon they had birthed, Vidar's parents began searching for Academies and Institutes far from Norway, which could hopefully whip him into shape, and cure him of his strange ailment. It wasn't long before the came across Sengoku. Not only was Japan supposedly home to one of the strictest school systems in the world, but Vadir already spoke Norwegian, Kven, English and Japanese; Demons are always so smart. On the promise of full financial support for all his wishes, Vidar excepted his parent's proposal, leaving for Japan without them once the registration had gone through. After all, he'd wanted out of that house for years now.
Attacker - Wields an over sized, engraved Battle Axe.
Weight: 196 lbs.
Class: Works for Undertakers
Likes: Cigarettes, quiet rooms, women, fire, and knives.
Dislikes: Loud noises, stress, antagonists, arguments, and 'idiots'.
Strengths: Very lithe and speedy. Aims to kill without discrimination. Generally very calm, whether in or out of the ring. Much stronger than his thin form would suggest.
Weaknesses: Lack of adequate control outside of combat. Slight Nicotine dependency. Very lacking in defensive skills.
Hobbies: **Condor has a small collection of pocket knives that he often can be found toying with and sharpening. Condor often observes the women, though he's found there's a considerably smaller amount than there once was. Condor prefers to socialize than to stay couped up in his room, so he is often in search of someone to sit and play cards with. He smokes heavily, almost enough that it could be considered a hobby.
History: Condor, at the time of the devastating Earthquake, had already been a prisoner in one of Japan's facility, which crumbled when the land was destroyed, leaving he and his cell mates free reign of Japan when most citizens fled. He had initially been imprisoned as a result of several charges of excessive torture, kidnapping, and murder. His personal nature changed little when he was leashed upon the downtrodden land, the nineteen year old leaving corpses of several fellow criminals in his wake. However, as far as he was concerned, all of his crimes were justified, whether he killed someone because they disturbed him or he felt their actions deserved it. Several of his fellow inmates had targeted what little civilians had been left behind, raping the women and killing the children. These men fell at his hands. All in all, when it boiled down to it, he did it because he liked it; but every action requires justification, as is human nature. When Japan had began to rebuild under the Director, Condor fled from watchful eyes. Even so, many inmates DW had taken in referred to the things he had done, initiating a virtual manhunt in effort to hunt him down.
Condor evaded his fate well into his twenties, despite the rising body count in the city, his survival skills a shock even to himself. However, his vigilante ways continued, as he constantly made examples of egotistical criminals whom would take advantage of the weak and innocent. During a particular fight, the result of an angry street rat rallying his friends, Condor lost the index finger on his left hand. In a fit of very rare rage, the blood pouring from his hand realigned into deadly weaponry, running through the group who had surrounded him. This outburst nearly instantly lead to his capture. On top of his initial crimes, all of his action for the last six years had been piled against him. Even if DW were an average institution, he would have never made his way out. Sedated and collared, Condor was placed in G Ward after extensive testing.
When put in a place like this, Condor seemed to calm considerably, causing little trouble around DW. However, he always took it upon himself to show those prisoners that thought they ran things exactly where they belonged. His very first Carnival resulted in quick loss, though his opponent was quick to spare him as he'd pitifully passed out, resulting in his body remaining intact after the battle. However, the penalty afterwards cost him his right eye. Since that first Carnival, Condor has advanced considerably, and sees to training himself on a daily basis. In his four years at DW, he has yet to lose another Carnival. In his four years at DW, Condor has become very well known amongst Ward G, and Carnival spectators. His generally rather laid-back demeanor seems to make him popular amongst fellow Deadmen, though it's well known that he has killed some of his closest friends during Carnival.
Condor's blood reforms into needles, of varying thickness and concentration.
The following techniques have been named by spectators, not himself.
Name: Quills of Torment
Description: Extremely thin, minute needles of blood cover Condor's body, making any physical contact with him painful and possibly fatal. These needles are of varying length, but each needle can extend no further than six inches.
Name: Swarm of Demise
Description: Blood is concentrated around his hands, forming into a flurry of needles which are flung at an opponent. Thicker needles remain in contact with his person, able to reach a distance of twenty feet. Thin needles detach as projectiles, able to reach up to 60 feet.
Name: Painspike Aegis
Description: A series of fluid needles weave each other neatly to create a very rigid shield. It offers only protection from one angle of attack. Flaws and holes are present; though they are minute, there are many. This leaves his shield weak to strong attacks, and open to any extremely small projectiles.
The marks upon the left side of her face and left arm are branded.
Weight: 126 lbs.
Class: Freedom Fighter
Likes: Classical music, the outdoors, bright colors, sweets, the smell of tea leaves.
Dislikes: Being trapped inside, coffee, artificial light, frowns, 'intruders'.
Strengths: Very outspoken, skilled strategist, quick thinker, reads movement well, focused.
Weaknesses: Lacks physical strength, controlled by her emotions, difficulty hearing on her right side.
Hobbies: Mina has a beautiful voice, and can often be caught singing in her room. She has a few potted flowers in her room she obsesses over.
History: Mina was born to a drug addicted mother in America, who quickly sold off her illegitimate spawn when she was offered enough to get herself off the streets. Mina's mother asked no questions of the buyer, and likely wouldn't have cared had she been given any explaination, but he had sold her infant daughter into a drug trafficking ring. Mina was raised by the young girls and boys she was held with. They fed her, changed her diapers, etc. The Man she'd been sold to made rare visits, but as the years rolled on, Mina began to realize that many of her family members would be taken away by him, and never come back. At the age of five, Mina became The Man's pet. He said she was too pretty to get rid of. As she stayed, more and more of her family were taken away, before she no longer saw any familiar faces in those cages. Despite the pain and disgust she experienced each day, the fact that her family was gone was the most upsetting. That, and she had never been outside. She'd never felt the breeze, or sniffed the flowers. She'd never even seen any of these 'animal' things she'd been told about, except The Man's dog.
When Mina first reached the age of ten, The Man was finally willing to get rid of her. She was sold to a rather well off Japanese man, who placed her in a wooden crate shortly after an exchange of money. Mina was excited to be away from The Man, but where she was going didn't seem like it would be much better. Silent the entire way, Mina was tossed around quite a bit in that box. Apparently, she was being taken to Japan on a plane. Life changed very little from when she was with The Man; if anything, things got worse. This time, she had no one else to talk to. She'd spent her time, devoid of family and sunlight, trapped in a small cellar. One particular day things took a very bad turn. Now roughly fourteen, her new owner had greeted her with a horrible surprise. She was to be branded, so that everyone knew she was his. The pain was horrendous, and the smell made her stomach turn. Mere inches from passing out, Mina took what little strength she had left, and lashed her feet out at her owner. She had never lashed out before... It was so unexpected, the man was thrown back, the hot metal he'd been driving into her knocked from his hand.
Mina knocked over the barrel of hot coal he'd been using to heat the metal, and fled the rather grandiose house, with little difficulty. Apparently, his maids and his family were quite shocked to see a bound and battered girl running out of their basement. The resulting fire caused by the hot coal killed a majority of this man's house workers, and his children. Mina had freed herself of her bonds, forced to run nude through the streets, police chasing her. She had no idea where she was going, and wherever it was, she didn't have the energy to get there. However, as if Mother Nature wished to see her free, that strange Earthquake hit. Mina was unconscious in the street for days before she came to. Through the years, Mina merely took to surviving with what she could find, staying as far away from people as she could. When construction began, she was only frightened further, and took to the outskirts of Japan.
Though she had evaded capture for eight years, Mina made the mistake of sharing her story with someone who seemed to be a wanderer like her. Apparently they were not as friendly as they seemed, in fact working for Deadman Wonderland. She'd never known who the Japanese man was, but apparently he was some sort of politician. She was fingered for his assassination, sedated, and taken to DW. She spent the first year on death row, a very obedient and skilled young girl. However, many people found it easy to take advantage of her. When a particular inmate chose to try and rough her over for her cast card, she wound up decapitated when Mina was taken over by anger, her Branch having showed itself. It was not but a few days before she was taken to Ward G, where she has now been for a year. Mina has only lost one Carnival thus far, which ultimately left her short a right ear.
Her blood physically mimics some forms of nature, though altered as combatant forces.
Name: Gentle Death
Description: Her blood takes the form of beautiful flower buds, though they are quite dangerous, as the petals are extremely sharp blades. The petals can be dispersed to reach a maximum distance of 50 feet, essentially surrounding the opponent. The blades will tighten around an individual in attempts to limit mobility and kill. Blades are easily dispersed by any evenly distributed force.
Name: Bark of Resistance
Description: Blood quickly pools at her feet, taking form of thick tree branches as they appear to sprout from the ground, which quickly weave together to encase her body. Vulnerable to pulsating and rotating attacks, requires use of a considerable amount of blood.
Name: Rose Whip
Description: Blood takes the form of a whip which much resembles the stem of a rose; thin and covered in thorns. Can reach length of up to 30 feet.
Bisexual Human Male
Second Year Student of B-Class
Shadows are pulled to encompass an individual, pushing out and rejecting all light produced by it, the pressure eventually snuffing out contained life force unless dissipated by a stronger light force. Far from perfected, but great for pest control.
Seeming to disappear, Adrian's form shifts to blend with the shadows, offering complete cover as long as the shadows remain. This form is also sustainable outside of the shadows for a short period of time, leaving his body a mist of darkness.
Darkness is thickly concentrated, capable of filling and mending wounds, so long as they are not fatal.
Darkness is manipulated into not only a physical shield, but also a mental shield, leaving his mind invulnerable to psychic attack. Physical shield not perfected.
Shadows of objects and personages animated. Limited amount of time.
Darkness is manipulated into extensions of his own form and weapons. A katana is the only weapon form perfected.
Constricts and traps enemies in darkness.
A concentrated projectile of shadows. Extremely limited use, as it drains considerable amounts of energy from the user.
[COLOR="#000000"]Adrian isn't an overly sociable individual, often coming across cold and unfeeling despite any attempts he may make. It seems at times the only emotion he feels in anger, though that's quite far from the truth. Adrian has a very short temper, and has difficulty controlling his anger once it's been spiked. If not for his lack of personal control, Adrian would likely be in S-class, but he struggles not only with controlling himself, but also his power. When anger takes over, the darkness has a tendency to lash out as well. As a result of this, many students speak ill of Adrian, and avoid him all together. At times, Adrian may seem to have a split personality. Though even Adrian is unsure what triggers it, a strange sadistic side of him will occasionally rear it's ugly head, taking disturbing pleasure it other's strife. Adrian has been told by the headmaster that these breaks in his psyche are a direct result of darkness tainting his soul. For this reason Adrian meets often with staff, working extra exercises and the like in attempts to exorcise the dark infection.
Adrian's powers came to light quite early for a human, the result of a most unfortunate event. Adrian struggled in childhood, his mother stricken with depression, having took to drinking to quell her pain. His father was a very busy man, always at work, leaving little time for family. However, when he did have time, Adrian wound up with bruises and cuts. According to his father, his mother's drinking problem was always his fault, and Adrian certainly believed it. As such, he never complained, and never fought back. All in all, he was a very timid child, and would barely speak five words on a daily basis. Questions arose at school, though he always brushed it off, striking out at people who questioned his excuses.
Eventually, at the age of eight, Adrian offered up an excuse that a friend certainly didn't fall for. The principal heard wind of Adrian's home life, and called his parents to the school. When Adrian arrived in the principal's office, there stood his parents, the principal, a counselor and two police officers. It was all to obvious where this was going, and Adrian felt something he'd never felt before; anger, bubbling deep within him, an unbearable sense of burning cold consuming his body as the adults spoke around him. When the police officer moved to arrest his parents, Adrian felt as if he imploded, the burning cold rushing from his body into the atmosphere. A flat blast of darkness overtook the school, leaving it in shambles, all those who were inside now dead; including his parents.
Adrian ran, as far as he could manage. Apparently word would never reach society that it was him. According to the news, it was some sort of terrorist bombing, implemented by a boy who used to attend the school. It mattered not that no one knew, however; Adrian knew, and he wasn't sure what to do with these feelings. Though average human society hadn't heard of Adrian, the Guardians and their superiors certainly had. Adrian became a part of many patrols, the young boy having taken to living on the streets without an education. As he grew, the Guardians watched over him, until he reached the age of sixteen. By then, he'd gotten a job, and barely managed to afford a small apartment. Adrian was approached, and spoken to about his powers, offered a place at Gadian. It wasn't until a year later that Adrian chose to accept the offer.
Had it not been for Adrian's potential threat, he would likely have not been approached, but the council quickly realized he could be a strong enemy in the future, and leaving him to his devices proved far too dangerous for the world and it's inhabitants. The fact that a human could possess such powers still raises question amongst Guardians.
Bisexual Hanyo Female
Second Year Knight
Basic abilities consist of the ability to move and alter earthen material at will, such as tossing boulders or enticing rock slides and the like. Kako also has the ability to slightly alter gravity and magnetic fields, as Earthen matter is a considerable force related to both. Kako has nearly perfected the listed techniques, though she has yet to learn several peak abilities. Her attacks generally rely strongly on physical power.
Using a gathering of dust or sand, the user is able to catch a glimpse into the future. Rather than an actual image, symbols are imprinted into the sand, decipherable by only the user.
The Earth Bender has the ability to surround his or her self in a thick layer of rock, acting not only as strong armor, but also greatly enhancing the user's destructive force. The Bender's speed suffers greatly as the rock is entirely controlled by one's energy.
The Bender reads the vibrations of the Earth. Through this, the Bender can sense movement of opponents, and shifts in their personal energy. Works as a second sight, much like 'Echo location'.
User is able to transform their body completely into earth. Speed suffers far less than when using 'Encase', but offers little flexibility.
The bend manipulates the earth to take shape of a weapon, or extension of her physical being.
A wave of earth is created by the user, used for tactical transport.
The user can use Earthen matter to teleport. The user merges with the earth beneath them and reforms elsewhere.
The ability to reform Earthen matter, usually to create dangerous projectiles, and eventually to animate Golems through use of this technique and the manipulate of Gaia energy.
Gaia Energy Bending
The ability to absorb and concentrate the Earth's energy. Can be used as a force to crush objects or to cause earthquakes, create a powerful Earth energy field, create domes and force fields of earth energies and create Earth energy bolt.
The ability to turn a target to stone, though the effects are reversible. A very limited, advanced technique Kako is still learning.
Tectonic Plate Manipulation
Pretty self explanatory, the user is able to manipulate tectonic plates. Extremely difficult, takes a toll on the user.
Kako much prefers ballistics weapons to melee weapons, and it seems the school frowns upon the presence of guns. As such, she only uses firearms off campus.
Kako is a very bubbly individual, choosing to always see the light in the darkest situations. Always spotted with a smile on her face, Kako is more than happy to lend even a stranger some cheerful words, and certainly not afraid of looking a fool to make others smile. Despite this, she is a very vulgar girl, curse words often spurting senselessly from her mouth, though carried with a rather whimsical tune. She seems to have no sense of shame, and definitely isn't easily embarrassed. Despite her love of clothing and careful morning routine, Kako is far from afraid of getting muddy and bruised. If it were up to her, she'd probably roll in the mud like a stuffed pig all day. Kako lacks subtlety when expressing herself honestly, going perfectly hand in hand with her shameless flirting, which many often assume she's just doing for fun. After all, many things she does, are simply for fun. Despite her generally rather frivolous attitude, Kako tends to take her school work very seriously, and otherwise would likely have never made it as far as she has. She drinks and smokes heavily, though less so when the school year begins. Kako possesses a strong love of classic muscle cars and Harley Davidson bikes; in fact, she owns an all black 1961 Harely Duo Glide. Her physical strength is quite surprising, considering her thin frame.
Kako doesn't remember much of her parents, as she was separated from them at the age of five, taken in by a group of legally 'unsavory' characters. Despite how it may sound initially, Kako believes she had one of the best upbringings around. She was exposed to the real world quite early, the reality of death and pain. Such an early exposure left no room for her little world to be shattered when she learned people were not inherently good. Outside of the fighting and death around her, Kako's little family provided a loving and friendly environment, doing their best to keep her out of the illegal business as she ran small errands and did simple chores for them. In truth, this gang was more like a caring group of friends than a family. They never lied to her, and they never spared her feelings, which she eventually grew to be grateful for.
At the age of ten, Kako became fully aware of her abilities, as did her family. She would never hide anything from them. In fact, she'd thought many of the strange feelings she felt were normal, from the vibrations of the earth to the stories the dust told her. It all went down hill as this little family began to realize what they had on their side, beginning to take advantage of young Kako's talents. This little family of hers dwindled in numbers as years dragged on, leaving her with only two remaining family members. When they were jailed, Kako was entirely left to her own devices, leading to somewhat of a downward spiral as she quickly burned through the money a good chunk of the money they had left for her. Kako was eventually approached by a Guardian, who'd apparently been asked to watch over her since the last members of her family were taken away.
Kako jumped at the opportunity to attend such a school, having been entirely unaware there was others out there with abilities. Kako remains unaware of her demon heritage.
-Lives off campus-
Fire Division, Heat Garrison
Garrison Information: The Heat Garrison is one of the most well known amongst the Fire division, both for ability and lifestyle. The people of this Garrison are referred to as Teine. The Heat Garrison is home to possibly the most conceited and hot-tempered of the Fire Division, giving good reason for them to live as frivolously as they do. Banquets and parties are regularly held by the Teine, though many outside of their ranks turn their nose up at their uninhibited behavior. Despite this, the Teine treasure intelligence and eloquence, leading many to study quite fervently. All Teine have the ability to control fire, to what degree is entirely based upon focus and studies. The average life span of a Teine is seven-hundred years. Most Teine seperate from their parents at the age of ten, raising themselves. Teine remain quite youthful until roughly the dawn of six-hundred years, upon which their body will quickly decay, their skin and hair seeming to be drained of all color. Teine hold elders in this stage of life quite dearly, taking effort to care for them as a whole. Many Teine traditions revolve around this aging process. Teine seem to lack any sort of political order amongst themselves, though royalty is currently in place, headed by Queen Lorah.
Personality: Aed is rather well-versed in many things, though one would not expect it. Often rather relaxed, Aed speaks slowly and gently, yet always with purpose and eloquence. Free-spirited, Aed is seemingly without worry, though always quick to take arms when his Division or personal honorifics come under attack. When angered, both Aed's actions and words become difficult to control. Never one to turn down a party or a drink, Aed is quite the social butterfly. Far too open and blunt at times, one will likely adore young Aed, or abhor his every move. When not socializing, Aed can often be found reading, or further refining his elemental ability.
Personal Background: Aed started life quite simply, his parents simply the owners of a cloth shop. Aed left home at a slightly early age, roughly eight, seeking brighter things in life that his parents confirmed they could not offer. His youth was spent traveling about the Teine territories, taking in as much of life as one could. This eventually led to Aed finding a home within the Teine library working under the Record Keeper, his days spent receiving Flame twisting lesson from the Keeper, and burying his nose in books. His travels as a youngster fained him many acquaintances, though as far as others knew during his days in the Library, Aed had disappeared. It wasn't until Aed had grown that he began to wander from the library. Having exhausted every collection of knowledge and surpassed the Keeper, the Library no longer served a purpose.
Aed became a wanderer once more, however, this time was different. It wasn't long before Aed was a household name amongst the Teine. The banquets and parties he would fund were just shy of legendary, his attendance making it all the better. Many became infatuated with the young man, his ability and intelligence having far exceeded some Titled members of Teine society, such as the Keeper. Word of Aed's parties made way to the Royal house. Aed, a young man of simple roots, was gifted a home in the Royal district, and given the position of Royal Planner. Opening a smoke shop nearby, Aed found his life was more than he could have imagined. Planning Royal parties, stationed in a rather lavish home, and relaxing in a smoking room on a nearly daily basis, with beautiful company never far from reach.
On the Eve of Queen Lorah's five-hundredth night, Aed was called to council. The Queen, physically weakened, had received call for a representative. After having weighed her options, the Queen deemed that Aed would likely be the most diplomatic. Her knights were certainly known for strength, but most were far from friendly. Assured that the Knights would be at Lorah's side, Aed was urged to accept and travel quickly. Aed graciously accepted the Queen's trust, though he worried about the outcome none-the-less. He had read much of politics, but to be thrust into such a world based on trust and abilities alone...
Owen was born into nobility, and most would think that an easy life. In many ways, yes, there were many benefits. He had no need to worry over sickness or the next meal as common folk did, but as second born, it was difficult to receive any acknowledgement from his father. His mother had died giving birth to him, and for most of his early youth, Owen felt quite alone. He was always overshadowed by his elder brother as his father taught him everything, praising his every step. As much as it hurt, Owen could admit, he would one day be a great king. Even so, father was always either busy with his daily duties, or with his elder brother. It was clear he was often seen as a burden, and a reminder of the beautiful woman lost to the world. He was always told he looked much like his mother. Owen spent most of his days working out his frustrations at the castle training yard, conversing with the staff. They were his only friends. From time to time, Owen would even sneak out to town, much to his father's dismay. Owen soon found his eyes wandering, taking particular notice in a much older stable boy. He once thought he loved him, but looking back, it was simply a childish crush. Even so, this was the day he realized his family would never accept him. As he grew older, Owen had decided he wanted more from life. If he could never rule, never be accepted, he would defend his Father's subjects whom he'd grown so fond of. When his father died, of sickness in old age, Owen's brother was crowned King and Owen joined the Academy.
Mason was born the son of a farmer, however, his father had died months before his birth. Both his mother and father had been quite ill before they discovered their first, and only, child was on the way. When his father died, his mother was left with no source of income, unable to sew the crops and care for the live stock in her condition. The farm soon became simply a source of food, the last of his mother's coin used to pay for the occasional farm hand. Once Mason was born, unable to afford hospice, his mother hoped for the best and continued as she had for the past few months, though she forced herself to slaughter live stock and pick crops herself. The physical exertion was weighing upon her, and though it was a blessing she had lasted a year in Mason's life, she would die soon enough. Mason's mother had heard word of a home for children whom had lost their parents, though it was certainly not an orphanage. A church nurse had taken to opening a home for young boys, hidden from the eyes of the government. Mason had a happy life at this home, knowing nothing of his parents, or how he came to be where he had found himself. The home operated as a community, all of the chores shared amongst the boys. However, this home for wayward children soon was noticed by the government, immediately destroyed and dispersed. The youngest children were to be sent to an orphanage, the older boys to jail, considered criminals. Well, some certainly were. A traveling Paladin had happened upon this raid and, after speaking with the knights sent to tear the home asunder, was given grant to take a child with him. Namely, Mason.
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"I want to feel the weight of just one human life."
Such Beautifully Horrible Things
This beautifully stitched skin as white as wax, just like when they were alive.
Their mouths that cannot clamour noisily or tell lies any longer.
Aren't they all far more beautiful than when they were alive?
How sad it would be, should laughter disappear.
"I want to feel the weight of just one human life."
Such Beautifully Horrible Things
This beautifully stitched skin as white as wax, just like when they were alive.
Their mouths that cannot clamour noisily or tell lies any longer.
Aren't they all far more beautiful than when they were alive?
How sad it would be, should laughter disappear.