I'm interested, I'll try and get a CS up in a bit.

Cool

Interested.

My only question: I don't see an OOC so did you want the completed CSs to be posted here or wait till you have the thread up?

Here

I'm highly interested. :D

All right. Here's my sheet. Please let me know if you want me to change/add anything to it.

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Name:
Haruka "Haru" Nakamura

Gender:
Female

Age:
21

History:
Haru was born to a low income family that threw her out when she was ten years old due to lack of funds. In order to not be sued, they opted to leave her to the foster care system, where she remained for eight years. In that time, she abandoned her innocence for brutal and often times violent outbursts to protect herself and those she cared about. Since she was a problem child, she was taken in briefly and only once. The home was later titled as 'unfit' and she was forced to return.

When she left the home, all she had was a pack and her clothes on her back. So she went out into the homeless shelter first, hoping to find a job later on. She found a man called John. He was slightly older than her and a criminal. Haru was enamored with the idea of running with a thief at first. Later on she found herself being involved in bigger and bigger scores until they were nearly caught and thrown in jail. She proposed that they stop stealing and John disagreed. She said that her share was big enough as was, and was stabbed in the back by John. Haru, running on pure adrenaline, stabbed John back. He wasn't as lucky.

Haru woke up in a hospital not long after, and was luckily not charged with murder, as it was a clear cut case with multiple witnesses. She was charged with manslaughter, however, and discharged much later. After a another more year on the street, she realized she wanted something better than that. She signed up to participate in the supersoldier program to better her situation and receive proper training.

Appearance:


Personality:
Haru is standoffish and a loner, often times preferring to do things by herself over helping others. She is introverted and quiet, standing off to the side of the action as opposed to placing herself directly in it. However, when the time comes to fight or participate in a group activity, there can be glimpses of someone who is incredibly kind. When she knows a person, it becomes increasingly apparent that the she wears her heart on her sleeve, and that someone has taken advantage of this before. Haru is incredibly polite, almost to a fault. Anyone who is rude will easily get on her bad side, and she hates people who sugarcoat everything or lie.

Likes:
Quiet, reading, and getting things done.

Dislikes:
Loud noises, arrogant people, lying, and bitter things.

Other:
Secretly likes comic books and stories about superheroes.
She has a thick scar on her back.

Name: Johnathan Allerd
Gender Male
Age 19

History
"I guess I could present my history to you like this... It's fairly simple really. I grew up in large home with a mother and no father. He was around but not actually around. He worked forever and provided what he could which was everything. The house? Three stories, there was a floor above and below the ground level. It was much too large for two people even with all our belongings so we found ways to fill in the spaces. My mother invited men over. I filled in those spaces with more emptiness. I'd leave occasionally... all the time. Blow steam... live. That was basically it... since I can remember.

The streets were my playground but the thing was... well I'm cursed you see. I was too damn smart for my own good. Grades didn't reflect my intentions all too well. Math, Science History... everything in between. By the time I was in my tenth year of grade school, I spoke three fluent languages. Didn't know why I understood this shit so well but I did... and it didn't help at all. People tend to stick to those they understand and few understood me... so I had to adapt. While Mom spent her nights slutting away, bathing herself in my father's wealth... I spent my nights trying to kill myself.

Okay not literally. Just my lifestyle... it seemed like I always had both my feet dangling over my grave. Clothes, fast women, faster cars. Now that I think about it, it was the money that open the world to me... not the bullshit in my head. Every night it was something new... It'd start slow as it always did. Suggestions from friends, pushing each other past the limits. We steal a car for fucks. Drive it around town a little to fast. Hit a liquor store. Abandoned houses. Abandoned roads. Abandon ourselves in each other. Drugs followed, nasty shit that made us forget. It was a euphoria I didn't want. I didn't want to feel attached... I wanted to feel alive. Drugs were passed for adrenaline... street racing, dodging cops, breaking in to houses that were three classes below my own.

We'd get caught every now and again but of course... money. Money was the key to everything. Money and ignorance. My mom never fucking cared. Neither did I. My father? Eh. When I thought about it... ignorance was truly bliss.

But of course the world loves to take a shit on your fun. Jessica was her name. She was smart and dumb at the same time, being a step ahead of the others but five behind me and that's why I empathized with her. It was always a chase, I was running and she was catching up. Until she hit a wall. I wall I put in front of her.

Yea... ignorance. Don't listen to her telling you to stop. That I might be moving too fast. That one day I'll lose... don't listen.

Well I'm listening now. My eyes are open and for the first time I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I was approached the other day by some men. Business like. Said they had an opportunity for me. A chance to start anew. It sounds... perfect."

Personality:
Despite the recounting of his history, Johnathan is actually quite pleasant... if not a bit prideful. Having picked up numerous skills both inside and outside the classroom, John has a nasty habit of showing off. He's articulate and exercises this particular skill extensively, constantly making sure that whatever is being discussed he can engage with ease. More often than not, if there is commotion or excitement in a crowd, interpreted as you will.... John can usually be found at the center of it all.

He's managed to suppress his childhood and the traumatic events that landed him behind bars allowing a much more easy going and charismatic John to come to the fore. He's naturally intelligent, thoughtful... at times unconventional with ideas. Now as a young adult, he's much more comfortable with this side of him than before and all though his bad side is still very much a part of him, it coexists with his more benevolent intentions.

Aggression can be triggered by insulting him directly or someone close to him... and at times if he's been bested at something he thinks he's really good at.

Likes:
-Woman
-Cars
-Clothes
-Food (specifically pasta)
-Sleep
-Getting the better of peers
-Ideas

Dislikes:
-Other cocky people like himself
-Authority... a little bit
-Cops
-Mother and Father
-Vegetables
-Hamsters... morbid fear.

((I'll find a picture soon.))

Okay, this one ended up being really, really morbid.

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Name: Hazel Richards

Gender: Female

Age: 19

History: Hazel Richards was once an entirely ordinary girl, but to her, it feels as if that time was nothing more then some wild imagining she invented. After the large measure of sadness and despair she has felt, normality sounds quaint but almost certainty nonexistent. Hazel's life, naturally, began with her parents. Hazel's mom was a tall and beautiful businesswomen, commanding respect from many. To Hazel she seemed to be entirely larger then life, a superwomen, who cared for her children and was an integral part of an multibillion dollar international business. Her father was in many ways lesser then his wife, but Hazel didn't see it that way and still loved him all the same, of course. He was a simple cog in the large labor force of the United States, but to Hazel he was strong, and brave, and a protector, and in no way lesser to her mother. Hazel had siblings too, but they are entirely inconsequential to how she came to voluntarily sign up as an over-glorified lab rat. Hazel grew into an affluent life style, her mother's business a massive success, her father soon no longer needing to work, instead staying at home and helping his wife. They lived in a very large house, with servants, and all the other things expected of the rich and well-to-do. Hazel's life was comfortable yet shallow, estranged from any sort of strife or hardship. When Hazel first tasted pain, it came into her life in a large and unexpected way and she was entirely unprepared.

On the eve of Hazel's 17th birthday her comfortable lifestyle was completely shattered and destroyed. A violent baptism in blood. Hazel's neighborhood was safe, and rich, and gated, and rarely targeted by common thugs seeking riches. However the occasional brave or insane band of thieves would work up their courage and squirm into such a neighborhood, hoping to change their paltry lives. And sometimes these people were not only thieves, but sick, twisted, insane men. Killers and rapes. It was one such band of sadists that made their way into the Richard's household in the quiet of midnight. Everything happened very suddenly. Hazel remembers being pulled from her bed very suddenly by unknown hands, groping and dragging. She was forced into her own living room, her family slowly being assembled by the rest of the men.

Mr. Richards, of course, struggled, and fought, and squirmed, and kicked, and shouted to no avail. It was a group of 10 men, whose faces Hazel would not forget. Her father was killed almost instantly. It wasn't the dramatic bang of a gun, but a swift hit to the back of the head with some sort of heavy bludgeoning device. It was over in seconds. Next were her pair of brothers. Again, over in mere seconds. By this time Hazel's mother, sister, and Hazel herself were screaming and crying in terror. Next the man in charge of the executions came to Hazel. Mere moments before the blow connected to her head a gruff voice shouted to leave the women. They wanted to have their fun. Hazel was wise enough to know what was about to happen, and she was absolutely terrified. She remembered being dragged in their van with their sister and mother, begging to die. She would late find out that their screams were heard, but the police came to late, and none of their affluent neighbors dared face down the group of violent men.

What came after is a blur to Hazel. She remembers the first day clearly. Rape. That's all she remembered for hours. She was separated from her younger sister and mother, but she could hear their screams. She didn't know where she was, and she still doesn't. After hours of the torture Hazel recalls being shuffled into a room with her mother and sister. Hazel remembers being handed the gun: Smith & Wesson Model 29. She remembers musing how damnably stereotypical it was. She remembers being seated across from her mother, and then the words that still bit her violently being whispered into her ear. "Shoot her and we'll let you go." They were sick, sick, people. And Hazel knew that. And Hazel did as they asked. In sheer desperation, after being tortured for hours, she killed her mother. It was then that Hazel truly broke. The most sickening part was that the men all laughed. To them the whole affair was hilarious. After that, it was a blur.

Two weeks. They never released her. It was another two weeks being confined to her private hell. She didn't remember most of it, but Hazel knew what happened. She was able to fill in the gaps. She remembers her escape clearly, however. Chewing through the rope that bound her. She found the Smith & Wesson Model 29 that killed her mother. She shot the one that watched over her in her partly cell. She ran before the rest could catch her. Straight to the police. Psychological counseling. The men found guilty, beyond reasonable doubt, but never found. No vengeance. One more year. A year of hatred festering, a year of withering. After that came two months. Two months of rebirth. Another therapist, one with something different to him. Some semblance of her old self was found, but she knew that she would never be the same. And when she got the chance to find a new life, as a person stronger then her old self, she jumped.

Appearance:

Personality: Hazel Richards has been changed by her incredibly tumultuous life, but she has found enough of her old self to seem alright on the outside. To other Hazel appears to be incredibly compassionate and nice. She wants to protect people, feeling the urge to save anyone from becoming the person she is. She's easygoing and funny, and not very hard at all to get along with. She doesn't find it hard to make friends, and is outgoing and willing to reach out to people a bit shyer then her. Past her outer facade Hazel feels a deep well of sadness. She feels regret and guilt for killing her mother. She feels afraid that it'll all happen again. But that's also what empowers her. She gets stronger so no one can hurt her.

Likes:
-Pretty things
-Protecting the weak
-Striving to get stronger
-Anything that most teenage girls would like

Dislikes:
-Exploiting those weaker then you
-Resents the authorities for not being able to save her family
-Fears being forced to do things she doesn't want to by those stronger then her
-The men who took her

Name: Gideon Miles

Gender: Male

Age: 20

History: "You want a run down of my life? Well if you insist I'll tell as much as I manage but it's been a hard life, I'll omit something. Alright then get started. So as a kid I had no mom, she had died bringing me in to the world, well without here my dad sort of did everything, he would make sure I had meals in the fridge and that I was eating them, he would even give me money to buy food when I was older. Of course about the time I turned thirteen that change, see my dad works in the DOD so he most of work was stuff he couldn't talk about but he worked with weapons and stuff right? So I went down to office one day, I was gonna visit the old man tell on his birthday give him a present a nice shiny gold watch I'd saved my allowance to get him. That's when it happened, some test got out of hand and this explosion get's set off, I'm caught in the blast and bang, darkness. So I wake up weeks later in a hospital dad asleep in chair beside my bed and I look down my leg are there but I try move them, nothing, I try again, still nothing. So yeah the accident the at the DOD left me paralyzed but hey my dad was alight, turns out he as at lunch when happened.

Well now I'm 16 and in high school and I'm not exactly popular or anything but I had my friends, of course this was about the time I started to get in to machines, I was always a good student but now? I was in all Ap classes and acing them with enough time left over to building my own little devices. Man, I got in trouble all the time for stuff like rigging the loudspeaker to play the benny hill theme or time I streamed movies through every project in every class at once, took months to get that stuff set up right. Oh, I also started playing the guitar and singing during this time but it was more of a hobby. Course now we get back to the shit so right after Christmas of my junior year in high school my dad finds out he's got cancer. Well dad starts getting Kemo and I'm taking care of him now, I'm cooking meals and even getting a part time job at the local video game store to put dads mind at ease about my college fund. So right after graduation, dad goes in the hospital he's dying it's to late, so he passed away late that night while I was holding his hand. Last thing he told, he wished he could have seen me walk again.

I kept working but I didn't see a way to reverse the damage done to my spine, so I kept digging that's when I heard about you guys, listen you give a second chance, make my dads dream come true I'll do what ever hell you want. The old's man dream was to see me walk you guys might be able to give me that."

Appearance


Personality
While coming from a very well to do family, Gideon seems to be a very humble and very kind, though enjoying highly elaborate practical jokes. Gideon intelligence is much higher than a normal persons and seems to stem from his father a former DOD employee creating experimental weapons and his mother a talented geneticist. Gideon seemed to have no trouble making friends, more than likely this comes from his fun and endearing personality.

Likes

Pizza
Video games
Music
Singing
Inventing
Practical jokes

Dislikes

Arguments
Being alone
People who think there better than him

I'm not sure I'm going to take this head. If someone wishes to take over GMing from me I'm totally fine with that.

I'm willing to try if no one else steps up.

Nevermind said
I'm not sure I'm going to take this head. If someone wishes to take over GMing from me I'm totally fine with that.

I see what you did there.

So is this dead?

ignore, shouldve read page 2