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Name: Marcus Chen
Age (Prior): 22
Appearance (Former): Standing at a good 5'11", Marcus' height stands out due to his relatively wiry frame (weighing in at only 140 pounds!) due to a lack of activity during his lifetime. His black fair, often left uncombed and unruly, is kept at medium length due to semi-regular maintenance. The bangs on his forehead, too, are kept trimmed just enough to keep them from getting in his dark brown eyes. Through his years of college, Marcus has also acquired a light tan, which is strange, considering how one would have expected four years in California to have done more than just that.
Appearance (Current): Surprisingly enough, he looks exactly the same as he did back on Earth.
Race: Human
Personality: Dedicated and hardworking for all the wrong reasons, Marcus often becomes motivated in order to one-up people; in that regard, he's a very petty person who is willing to give it his all just to prove someone else wrong. Marcus' controlled upbringing has also left him with a need for constant action, be it roaming about aimlessly, reading a book, or even just simple talking. Though his initial actions may make him seem standoffish and, at times, quite confrontational, Marcus is actually a lot more logical and calm than his facade leads others to believe him to be, and, as such, will back down whenever he deems it to be necessary. There remains another side to Marcus, though, that he has since buried under all of his memories: a person who dreamed of what could be, who knew how to truly laugh and smile.
Skills: As stated prior, Marcus has determination and stubbornness rivaling those of a bull when he commits to something; instead of simply venting his frustration, he instead channels it to increase his own productivity. Marcus is also quite proficient at memorizing things, be they lines from a play, names of famous war heroes, or even random trivia. The more noteworthy events he has committed to memory; most of the rest, though, have been forgotten. Due to his upbringing, Marcus has also gained a penchant for haggling and bargaining, which may or may not be a good thing. His experience in acting has given him plrnty of experience faking emotions and given him plenty of opportunities to tell half-truths and lies as well, but his own moral standards usually cause him to refrain from lying unless he deems it to be necessary.
History: A first-generation American citizen, Marcus, as most Asian-American citizens have been in the past, was forced to bear the brunt of his parents' dreams and hopes for the future. Being the first son, obviously enough, only served to aggravate the situation even further, especially given how deeply rooted the importance of 'first sons' generally was back in China. Made to attend prep classes at an early age, Marcus found the constant training and preparation for the future to be little more than a hassle; after all, everyone else around him seemed to be able to relax, slack off, and have fun; why couldn't he?
The first decade or so of his life went fairly normally; violin lessons, a private tutor, and everything else his parents could think of were piled on, one on top of the other, as if to carefully trim him to look acceptable for the rest of the world. His only escape, reading, was what kept him going. Stories of both the infinite future and the mysterious past kept him enthralled in the little place he called home, though he himself knew that those were simply dreams that would never come true. The years passed him by, never once yearning to give him a break. This was the path that his life had set him up for, it seemed.
Marcus' teen years, however, gave him a glimpse of the freedom he so greatly desired. Though middle school had remained as ironbound as his elementary school years had been, his entry into high school gave him opportunities left and right to break out of that which had held him captive for so long. No longer limited to just books, Marcus joined clubs left and right, eventually finding himself at home in just two: the Acting Club and the Literature Club. Here, he found himself very valuable supports for the future: in the former, a place to explore the minds of others, and in the latter, a place to continue his avid love for books. Granted, they were both forms of escapism, but for him it didn't matter. Here, he could make choices. Here, he could be free.
As the years of Marcus' high school flew by, he also found one more interesting thing about himself: he had a knack for memorization, which, in turn, made him quite proficient in the STEM courses of the school. His parents were thrilled, of course; their son actually had a legitimate chance to make it big as a doctor!
But he didn't want that sort of life, of course. He didn't want to be constrained by the constant patients, having to remember all those obscure drugs and treatments and whatnot. He had had more than enough of that lifestyle; here, he would take his stand. As his final year of his high school career came to a close, he had made his choice: a college across the country, all the way in California. Though his goodbyes seemed to be heartfelt and teary, in truth, they were nothing more than crocodile tears and rehearsed sorrow. Finally, a complete escape from these chains that seemed to be binding him!
At college, Marcus... Well, he didn't quite 'let loose'; he had enough common sense to stand by his parents' and teachers' warnings about living on his own. His rebellion was a bit more subtle, though; rather than taking medical science as his parents had expected, Marcus went in pursuit of a career of anthropology and archaeology. Here, he believed, he could immerse himself enough in the past to not have to worry about the future. Learning history, too, had been like traveling through the pages of a novel, so he was more than pleased with his choice. His parents... Not so much.
Marcus' parents were disappointed in him, to say the least, but Marcus didn't mind as he whiled away his years at college with this course of action in mind. He was finally free to carve his own path in life, and, though bound by the constructs of society, he had found what he felt was a worthy path to pursue for years to come. If he was going to regret something in the future, so be it. He would have time for self-pity later.
Other: Only watched cooking shows on TV. Reality TV, cartoons, and all that other stuff didn't really interest him. At all.
Age (Prior): 22
Appearance (Former): Standing at a good 5'11", Marcus' height stands out due to his relatively wiry frame (weighing in at only 140 pounds!) due to a lack of activity during his lifetime. His black fair, often left uncombed and unruly, is kept at medium length due to semi-regular maintenance. The bangs on his forehead, too, are kept trimmed just enough to keep them from getting in his dark brown eyes. Through his years of college, Marcus has also acquired a light tan, which is strange, considering how one would have expected four years in California to have done more than just that.
Appearance (Current): Surprisingly enough, he looks exactly the same as he did back on Earth.
Race: Human
Personality: Dedicated and hardworking for all the wrong reasons, Marcus often becomes motivated in order to one-up people; in that regard, he's a very petty person who is willing to give it his all just to prove someone else wrong. Marcus' controlled upbringing has also left him with a need for constant action, be it roaming about aimlessly, reading a book, or even just simple talking. Though his initial actions may make him seem standoffish and, at times, quite confrontational, Marcus is actually a lot more logical and calm than his facade leads others to believe him to be, and, as such, will back down whenever he deems it to be necessary. There remains another side to Marcus, though, that he has since buried under all of his memories: a person who dreamed of what could be, who knew how to truly laugh and smile.
Skills: As stated prior, Marcus has determination and stubbornness rivaling those of a bull when he commits to something; instead of simply venting his frustration, he instead channels it to increase his own productivity. Marcus is also quite proficient at memorizing things, be they lines from a play, names of famous war heroes, or even random trivia. The more noteworthy events he has committed to memory; most of the rest, though, have been forgotten. Due to his upbringing, Marcus has also gained a penchant for haggling and bargaining, which may or may not be a good thing. His experience in acting has given him plrnty of experience faking emotions and given him plenty of opportunities to tell half-truths and lies as well, but his own moral standards usually cause him to refrain from lying unless he deems it to be necessary.
History: A first-generation American citizen, Marcus, as most Asian-American citizens have been in the past, was forced to bear the brunt of his parents' dreams and hopes for the future. Being the first son, obviously enough, only served to aggravate the situation even further, especially given how deeply rooted the importance of 'first sons' generally was back in China. Made to attend prep classes at an early age, Marcus found the constant training and preparation for the future to be little more than a hassle; after all, everyone else around him seemed to be able to relax, slack off, and have fun; why couldn't he?
The first decade or so of his life went fairly normally; violin lessons, a private tutor, and everything else his parents could think of were piled on, one on top of the other, as if to carefully trim him to look acceptable for the rest of the world. His only escape, reading, was what kept him going. Stories of both the infinite future and the mysterious past kept him enthralled in the little place he called home, though he himself knew that those were simply dreams that would never come true. The years passed him by, never once yearning to give him a break. This was the path that his life had set him up for, it seemed.
Marcus' teen years, however, gave him a glimpse of the freedom he so greatly desired. Though middle school had remained as ironbound as his elementary school years had been, his entry into high school gave him opportunities left and right to break out of that which had held him captive for so long. No longer limited to just books, Marcus joined clubs left and right, eventually finding himself at home in just two: the Acting Club and the Literature Club. Here, he found himself very valuable supports for the future: in the former, a place to explore the minds of others, and in the latter, a place to continue his avid love for books. Granted, they were both forms of escapism, but for him it didn't matter. Here, he could make choices. Here, he could be free.
As the years of Marcus' high school flew by, he also found one more interesting thing about himself: he had a knack for memorization, which, in turn, made him quite proficient in the STEM courses of the school. His parents were thrilled, of course; their son actually had a legitimate chance to make it big as a doctor!
But he didn't want that sort of life, of course. He didn't want to be constrained by the constant patients, having to remember all those obscure drugs and treatments and whatnot. He had had more than enough of that lifestyle; here, he would take his stand. As his final year of his high school career came to a close, he had made his choice: a college across the country, all the way in California. Though his goodbyes seemed to be heartfelt and teary, in truth, they were nothing more than crocodile tears and rehearsed sorrow. Finally, a complete escape from these chains that seemed to be binding him!
At college, Marcus... Well, he didn't quite 'let loose'; he had enough common sense to stand by his parents' and teachers' warnings about living on his own. His rebellion was a bit more subtle, though; rather than taking medical science as his parents had expected, Marcus went in pursuit of a career of anthropology and archaeology. Here, he believed, he could immerse himself enough in the past to not have to worry about the future. Learning history, too, had been like traveling through the pages of a novel, so he was more than pleased with his choice. His parents... Not so much.
Marcus' parents were disappointed in him, to say the least, but Marcus didn't mind as he whiled away his years at college with this course of action in mind. He was finally free to carve his own path in life, and, though bound by the constructs of society, he had found what he felt was a worthy path to pursue for years to come. If he was going to regret something in the future, so be it. He would have time for self-pity later.
Other: Only watched cooking shows on TV. Reality TV, cartoons, and all that other stuff didn't really interest him. At all.
RAE-AH JEON
GUMIHO
21 | Shrine Priestess (Prior)
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[FORMER APPEARANCE]
Rae-Ah had grown to reach an exceptional 5"7ft. with an ordinary, indistinguishable body that never stood out from the rest. Everything about her was deemed mediocre at best, which was usual for a shrine priestess. She wore her hair in a neat bun or long ponytail almost everyday, fastened tightly with red and white ribbons in order to look presentable to her higher-ups and during important ceremonies.
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[CURRENT APPEARANCE - HUMANOID]
As her height remained the same, everything else was a high contrast to her original appearance. Her brunette locks were turned a chalky platinum, to match the fur of her gumiho form. A crimson tattoo resembling the licks of flame rests upon the expanse of her forehead, symbolizing her state of mind, chakra and her ability to transform. Depending on whether she is at her lowest in terms of mental state or simply lacking adequate power at some point in time, her mark glows a threatening vermillion. Her wide eyes are emphasized, as opposed to her earthly form, due to her inflamed irises and feline-esque eyes. Rae also has long, wispy ears and a single tail to match.
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[CURRENT APPEARANCE - GUMIHO]
Rae-Ah stands at 8ft in her transformed state. In length, she is 5 meters long, with nine tails sprouting from her rump and are about twice as long as her body. The gumiho's eyes stay true to fire, reflecting every warm color simultaneously. The fur stays a ghastly white, with a wide range of markings and tattoos scattered across her body, some of them vaguely resembling flames.
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[HISTORY]
Rae was brought up by a lower-class family in the rural areas of North Korea. Growing up in a poorer condition than the norm, she was taught the gifts of gratitude and benevolence. The young girl led a happy life, with a kind yet fiery soul that burned so bright, it even leaked through her demeanor. Grateful for even the smallest things, ranging from the chirping of the cicadas to gifts from small children at the temple- she never lacked anything in her own terms.
When she was young, she frequented a small temple near her village, wedged in-between the mountainside and a miniature stream. Her parents made her visit the gods there, to thank them for their provisions and to ask for blessings every now and then. Rae-Ah was young, incompetent and trusting, which were all ideal features a certain travelling preacher had set his eyes on her for. The greedy, lustful temple-owner offered a handsome price to Rae's parents in exchange for her, insisting that this deed was to be done by the will of the gods. By nature, her parents outrightly refused the offer, telling them that if it was in exchange for their daughter, 'the gods' would have told them themselves. They were highly religious, but they were not idiots.
From behind the paper-thin walls, however, an optimistic, yet naive Rae had overheard this transaction. Despite her parents' pleas, the girl had convinced them that if she were to agree, that would mean she would be able to take part in a bigger picture whether they believed it or not. The starry-eyed girl was so forward, spouting stories of success that would soon come to them if she were to go to work full-time at the temple.
They knew the temple the seedy man spoke of was miles and miles away, with such a distance that their budget wouldn't be able to handle a single train ride without crumbling to dust. It was all or nothing, and with pools of tears they came to a decision with the eager daughter.
"Whatever makes you happy, my dear..." her mother said reluctantly in heavy puffs of breath, in between periodic sobs that were soaked up by her husband's collar. With that, Rae-Ah was finally let go.
The travel took a week for them to reach their destination. The man brought Rae-Ah to the three-story shrine, greeted by a few other servants. She was put off by the lack of care the holy structure was shown, but she brushed aesthetics aside.
Some grimaced during her introduction, because they knew for sure what was in store for her. During the six years she stayed at his temple, she was frequently brought down to the cellars by the same man who'd whispered in her ears the night she left about the wonders of the gods, and how by doing his deeds, her family would benefit greatly. Although, little did her family know, the same 'holy temple' they had sold their daughter to held more bloodcurdling screams than hospital rooms where newborns lay.
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[PERSONALITY]
Rae-Ah was always the type of person to give more than she got. The girl held a wholesome heart, with enough love to provide her entire village with. Growing up, she never had many friends besides the people she served and those she served with. As a result, the scarce number had led her to hold the very few people she had close to her heart. Rae-Ah never thought for herself, which was what landed her in that hellhole in the first place. To her, there was always something that was worth more than she was, which is both good for other people, yet terrible for herself. She always strives to speak the truth, as honesty is one of the virtues the gods had valued in their time, along with wishing well upon others.
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[POWERS]
In her fox form, she possesses the ability to stride across large pacts of land at an extremely fast pace, due to her increased stamina. In this state, dexterity and strength are enhanced through her exceptionally large stature- allowing for decent combat techniques. But when she is transformed, the fox's instinctual carnivorous, predator instinct replaces her human tact, causing her to be blood-thirsty and easily aggravated. Fortunately, this also grants her enhanced smell and hearing, with the limiting range of a good 15 meters or so. All of her tails can be manipulated to act like whips as well.
When she is in her humanoid form, her magical potential is highly increased. This makes up for her lack of speed and strength, balancing out her strengths and weakness. As a gumiho, she embodies the ability to shape-shift into a large, nine-tailed fox. If given enough practice, she is able to contract and increase her claw length, even while in her humanoid state. Fox fires will also surround her, staying passive until an adversary is spotted. These fox-fires are generated after some time and rest, which can make her extremely vulnerable if they're all used up. Additionally, only when her chakra is fully charged, she is able to project minor illusions, targeting anyone she pleases. Of course, this will all only be available for her once she learns how to actually channel that magical power.
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[TENDENCIES]
Rae-Ah starts to feel an intense craving for meat of any kind when she is low on energy, however this is only in her gumiho form. When she isn't transformed, almost anything can saturate her hunger. Rae must avoid transforming into a fox when food is scarce lest one would want her to devour her entire team.
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Name:
Skylar Brookes (Nova)
Age (Prior):
19
Appearance (Former):
Sky stood at 5'8" on a rather average frame, considered neither skinny nor fat. She had long, curly black hair that reached down to the small of her back when straightened. Usually worn in curled pig tails or a sing pony tail. Her eyes were a deep green, usually hidden behind a pair of black glasses and turned down into the depths of a fantasy novel.
Appearance (Current):
The reinvented "Nova" stands a little taller than her original self, topping out at 5'11". Other differences include a much slender frame and much lighter hair. While the length remains the same, Skylar's dark hair turned completely white and her green eyes paled into a pair of crystal blue orbs. In addition, she also has swirled tattoos that appear when she is under great physical or emotional stress.
Race:
Elven
Personality:
Skylar has always been a bit of a dreamer, always sticking her nose into books while her mind flew through the clouds. She was never really one to get involved, lacking the confidence in her own abilities to try anything new. Forced into kindness by the troubles in her life, she has a lot of built up rage that never saw the light of day. Internally she cold, sarcastic and cynical while externally she smiled and wished everyone well. Despite having the ability to start anew, Skylar still remains a silent figure... However her demenour is much colder than she ever was at home.
Skills:
Skylar has a keen eye but an even sharper ear, making language and miscellaneous noise mimicry easy. She's also an extremely fast reader, and surprisingly enough, a decent athlete when it comes to running long distance. Other such odd skills include being able to balance three to five books(depending on size) on her head while walking.
History:
Skylar had always been an odd child, preferring to play the cops & robbers games with the boys than sit around with the girls. Bullied for her oddities from a young age, Skylar didn't grow up with many friends and by the time she hit high school she had absolutely no one to talk to. Sticking to herself, she didn't join any of the school clubs but instead spent her time at home reading books, watching movies and writing about fantastical worlds that only existed within her head. When she was old enough, Skylar got a job at a run down book store, spending most of her time reading due to a lack of customer flow. Choosing the early and late hours of the day, Skylar ran unseen through the town, jogging for hours to work off her personal frustrations rather than taking it out on the people who truly deserved it.
Living in a household with two loving parents and a pain in the butt, older brother, Skylar was the youngest and the most spoiled in the house. She adored her elder brother, following him around the house when she was younger. When he went away for college, Skylar found herself a little lost, turning to books to fill the hole that was left behind.
Other:
In an attempt to reinvent herself, Skylar has changed her name to Nova.
Nova also has a pet bird, and excells at the magical arts (once discovered).
Skylar Brookes (Nova)
Age (Prior):
19
Appearance (Former):
Sky stood at 5'8" on a rather average frame, considered neither skinny nor fat. She had long, curly black hair that reached down to the small of her back when straightened. Usually worn in curled pig tails or a sing pony tail. Her eyes were a deep green, usually hidden behind a pair of black glasses and turned down into the depths of a fantasy novel.
Appearance (Current):
The reinvented "Nova" stands a little taller than her original self, topping out at 5'11". Other differences include a much slender frame and much lighter hair. While the length remains the same, Skylar's dark hair turned completely white and her green eyes paled into a pair of crystal blue orbs. In addition, she also has swirled tattoos that appear when she is under great physical or emotional stress.
Race:
Elven
Personality:
Skylar has always been a bit of a dreamer, always sticking her nose into books while her mind flew through the clouds. She was never really one to get involved, lacking the confidence in her own abilities to try anything new. Forced into kindness by the troubles in her life, she has a lot of built up rage that never saw the light of day. Internally she cold, sarcastic and cynical while externally she smiled and wished everyone well. Despite having the ability to start anew, Skylar still remains a silent figure... However her demenour is much colder than she ever was at home.
Skills:
Skylar has a keen eye but an even sharper ear, making language and miscellaneous noise mimicry easy. She's also an extremely fast reader, and surprisingly enough, a decent athlete when it comes to running long distance. Other such odd skills include being able to balance three to five books(depending on size) on her head while walking.
History:
Skylar had always been an odd child, preferring to play the cops & robbers games with the boys than sit around with the girls. Bullied for her oddities from a young age, Skylar didn't grow up with many friends and by the time she hit high school she had absolutely no one to talk to. Sticking to herself, she didn't join any of the school clubs but instead spent her time at home reading books, watching movies and writing about fantastical worlds that only existed within her head. When she was old enough, Skylar got a job at a run down book store, spending most of her time reading due to a lack of customer flow. Choosing the early and late hours of the day, Skylar ran unseen through the town, jogging for hours to work off her personal frustrations rather than taking it out on the people who truly deserved it.
Living in a household with two loving parents and a pain in the butt, older brother, Skylar was the youngest and the most spoiled in the house. She adored her elder brother, following him around the house when she was younger. When he went away for college, Skylar found herself a little lost, turning to books to fill the hole that was left behind.
Other:
In an attempt to reinvent herself, Skylar has changed her name to Nova.
Nova also has a pet bird, and excells at the magical arts (once discovered).
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Name: Luke Harrison
Age (Prior):30
Appearance (Former):
Appearance (Current):
Race: Human
Personality: Luke always was a kind and caring type. He would always look out for the ones he loves or the ones he holds near to his heart. Even if he didn't know you he still would open the door for you or just wave to you and it would brighten your day just a little bit. But when it came to work hours Luke to it seriously he was a tough and straight forward smart ass. No one could phase him. Hard-Ass Harrison they called him. If you needed a good talking to he wouldn't mind tell you the straight truth and he wouldn't hold back. He always liked to make the goof balls and drunks look like idiots. In fact it was like he was paid to make people look stupid! Yes when it came to the bar he was a lean, mean sun of a gun but outside he was a gentle giant a wouldn't hurt a fly.
Skills: Luke knew his way around a fight. Not just bar fights either he got to street fights and was a one time boxing champion. So you could say Luke is pretty could. Well that and Luke was a pretty good rifleman. He knows his way around a rifle, pistol, any gun really. Besides bar-tending some say guns are his passion. No one is really sure but one thing is for sure is that he is good at shooting them. He is one of the quickest and most accurate shots in New York. Which isn't a lot but it's something. He is also a hell of a bartender. He can pour a glass, slide it down the counter, and not one drop of liquid will fall out. It's pretty cool to watch. He's won awards for it.
History: Luke started his job as the local bartender in Warwick, New York when he was just 19. He was only an assistant at the time but it didn’t take long because only 2 years later when he was 21 the main bartender died of a stroke and Luke took over. During his time as bartender (and soon owner of the whole place) Luke became a well known face in Warwick, and no one really got in his way or even wanted to. They liked Luke. He was kind to the elderly, and stood his ground when needed to. Of course he had problems with guys who drunk in his bar but he handed them well. He won’t tell anyone this but he keeps a double barrel shotgun underneath the counter, a revolver behind the light beer keg, and a switchblade in the register. Yeah Luke can be a hard ass, smart ass, and will make you look like an ass but overall he is a sweet guy at heart. He is kind to all, very considerate, and has a very soft side that he keeps at home. Overall Luke tries to stay strong and be tough keep things going but he cares about his friends,family, and people who are nice too him in general.
Other: Luke was voted most likely to Succeed, Most Likely to be Leader and Most Friendly In high school. Luke has not lost a bar fight, mostly because he hasn’t been drunk while in one. Luke has a fear of having a fear(otherwise known as Phobia-phobia) he thinks that if he ever gets so scared of something that it starts to bother him he will go mental and it will affect his life in a deep and bothersome way, so he just never talks about fear in general. Sure he’s been scared but not deeply that it will affect him again and again like a phobia.
Age (Prior):30
Appearance (Former):
Appearance (Current):
Race: Human
Personality: Luke always was a kind and caring type. He would always look out for the ones he loves or the ones he holds near to his heart. Even if he didn't know you he still would open the door for you or just wave to you and it would brighten your day just a little bit. But when it came to work hours Luke to it seriously he was a tough and straight forward smart ass. No one could phase him. Hard-Ass Harrison they called him. If you needed a good talking to he wouldn't mind tell you the straight truth and he wouldn't hold back. He always liked to make the goof balls and drunks look like idiots. In fact it was like he was paid to make people look stupid! Yes when it came to the bar he was a lean, mean sun of a gun but outside he was a gentle giant a wouldn't hurt a fly.
Skills: Luke knew his way around a fight. Not just bar fights either he got to street fights and was a one time boxing champion. So you could say Luke is pretty could. Well that and Luke was a pretty good rifleman. He knows his way around a rifle, pistol, any gun really. Besides bar-tending some say guns are his passion. No one is really sure but one thing is for sure is that he is good at shooting them. He is one of the quickest and most accurate shots in New York. Which isn't a lot but it's something. He is also a hell of a bartender. He can pour a glass, slide it down the counter, and not one drop of liquid will fall out. It's pretty cool to watch. He's won awards for it.
History: Luke started his job as the local bartender in Warwick, New York when he was just 19. He was only an assistant at the time but it didn’t take long because only 2 years later when he was 21 the main bartender died of a stroke and Luke took over. During his time as bartender (and soon owner of the whole place) Luke became a well known face in Warwick, and no one really got in his way or even wanted to. They liked Luke. He was kind to the elderly, and stood his ground when needed to. Of course he had problems with guys who drunk in his bar but he handed them well. He won’t tell anyone this but he keeps a double barrel shotgun underneath the counter, a revolver behind the light beer keg, and a switchblade in the register. Yeah Luke can be a hard ass, smart ass, and will make you look like an ass but overall he is a sweet guy at heart. He is kind to all, very considerate, and has a very soft side that he keeps at home. Overall Luke tries to stay strong and be tough keep things going but he cares about his friends,family, and people who are nice too him in general.
Other: Luke was voted most likely to Succeed, Most Likely to be Leader and Most Friendly In high school. Luke has not lost a bar fight, mostly because he hasn’t been drunk while in one. Luke has a fear of having a fear(otherwise known as Phobia-phobia) he thinks that if he ever gets so scared of something that it starts to bother him he will go mental and it will affect his life in a deep and bothersome way, so he just never talks about fear in general. Sure he’s been scared but not deeply that it will affect him again and again like a phobia.
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Name: Adam Taylor
Age (Prior): 21
Appearance (Former): Wild. With messy black hair, an expressive face, and impressive stature, that was often a word people would use to describe Adam. He was a fair bit taller than average at 6’3 and had a well conditioned build, although he generally hides it under long sleeves and baggy clothes; no need to make other people feel inadequate after all.
Appearance (Current): Tall… Seems like he gained a few inches upon being dropped into this world along with a few other changes. His eyes are a slightly lighter shade of brown now, and red tribal markings decorate most of his skin. His build is a bit thinner, though that might just because of the change in height, but still muscular.
Race: Human? Maybe?
Personality: Driven, but not outgoing. He’s got willpower and drive, no doubt, but they aren’t his default state of mind. On the contrary, unless the right stimulus is present, Adam isn’t too energetic and easily bored. He’s also not too open to others in the day to day goings of his life, so he feels distant to most people.
Controlled thrill seeker. He jumps at the vibrant opportunities in life, and tries his best to see them through, even if they end up being unpleasant. He was never someone just to abandon something that’s hard. Unafraid to test his limits, he enjoys pushing himself and going all out.
Selfish, but compromising. It might seem odd to people who know his past, but Adam is frankly not someone who goes out of his way to help strangers. If he knows someone well they can rely on him, but they’re the exceptions to the norm. He’ll try to benefit himself, but won’t go far as to hurt others in the process. He isn’t a saint, nor is he a demon; just someone trying to make things work for himself.
Skills: Surprisingly, Adam was a fairly good housekeeper. With his parents out of the house almost all day, all week to make ends meet, as the eldest he had to pick up the slack. It’s been a good five or so years since he’s done a lot of that stuff though, so he’s a bit out of practice.
A combination of how to brawl and run away when the odds were against him. A couple of empty hand control courses taught him finer points on the subject in the recent years. Meanwhile, the urban sprawl he called home made for a damn good place to run. He took and still takes good advantage of it now that he’s moved back. Hopping fences, jumping roofs, sliding down poles, the whole works. Even now, whenever he has time and nothing to do, Adam doesn’t mind heading out and just going at it.
Taking care of things at the house and looking after himself on the street taught Adam to constantly be vigilant. Whether it was a prank of his younger siblings, or some people looking to pay him back, they helped him learn quick. Enlisting has only helped to hone this skill of his.
Former infantry. Not quite marksman, but definitely handy with a variety of small arms. Has a bit of knowledge/skill when it comes to first aid, navigation, tactics, and leadership. Well-conditioned, both physically and mentally.
History: Born to a working class family, Adam was the eldest child of three. His parents were recent immigrants to the States, and both of them took up jobs to support the family's new life. Beyond the occasional conversation in Vietnamese or the rare meals his mother would be home to cook, there wasn't much to remind Adam that his parents came from a different country. Perhaps they wanted him to grow up an American and embrace its culture?
Growing up Adam spent a good portion of his time taking care of his siblings when their parents were at work. While they managed to hire a nanny while the two were still toddlers, the job of looking over them was foisted onto his shoulders after they began to attend kindergartner. Never really minded it because family’s important and what not, though he did get into his own fair share of troubles.
Between the fact that his family wasn't the best financially and his foreign appearance, there was enough for bullies around him to pick on. He dealt with those bullies the first time around with a few scraps that drew the lines. When he began to disappear after class to pick up his younger siblings rather than doing any "boy" activities, it wasn't exactly a surprise to him that some people got the "smart" idea. Course he was even less inclined to put up with shit that might have involved his younger siblings, and he made that readily apparent. Sometimes they deserved the smack on the head he gave them, but damn would he let someone hurt them. In the end while most of his schoolmates avoided him, Adam was at least able to attend school without too many problems.
Plans for after high school got derailed when his mother died though, and Adam decided to enlist instead of continue onto higher education to help out with monetary issues. Just barely old enough and with the minimum amount of education required, Adam nonetheless didn't have any trouble in making the cut. He was by no means a genius in school, so it wasn't like college had been a for sure path anyways; not to mention, the family's finance would have been strained to send him alone.
His father and younger siblings didn't really like his decision, but at least the one that mattered accepted it. With his best wishes Adam left to walk a far away path from the ones he loved for quite some time. Basic training was so-so, harsh as expected but nothing that was unbearable. Following that, he was assigned to a base on the other side of the country from his family. Surprisingly, with all that had happened, Adam never received an order to deploy and spent the entirety of his contract serving within the country.
Five years later and with his original contract at an end, Adam declined an extension and released. While he didn’t mind a career in the military, it had also never been his intention to stay with it until retirement. He was taking the year off, time for himself and the family, but shit happens. Just generally doesn’t involve being pulled into another world.
Other: Well, the changes to his appearance aren’t only superficial, but Adam’s got no idea and it’ll be a while before the effects actually manifest themselves. When they do it’ll be quite noticeable though, given the markings will begin to glow.
Age (Prior): 21
Appearance (Former): Wild. With messy black hair, an expressive face, and impressive stature, that was often a word people would use to describe Adam. He was a fair bit taller than average at 6’3 and had a well conditioned build, although he generally hides it under long sleeves and baggy clothes; no need to make other people feel inadequate after all.
Appearance (Current): Tall… Seems like he gained a few inches upon being dropped into this world along with a few other changes. His eyes are a slightly lighter shade of brown now, and red tribal markings decorate most of his skin. His build is a bit thinner, though that might just because of the change in height, but still muscular.
Race: Human? Maybe?
Personality: Driven, but not outgoing. He’s got willpower and drive, no doubt, but they aren’t his default state of mind. On the contrary, unless the right stimulus is present, Adam isn’t too energetic and easily bored. He’s also not too open to others in the day to day goings of his life, so he feels distant to most people.
Controlled thrill seeker. He jumps at the vibrant opportunities in life, and tries his best to see them through, even if they end up being unpleasant. He was never someone just to abandon something that’s hard. Unafraid to test his limits, he enjoys pushing himself and going all out.
Selfish, but compromising. It might seem odd to people who know his past, but Adam is frankly not someone who goes out of his way to help strangers. If he knows someone well they can rely on him, but they’re the exceptions to the norm. He’ll try to benefit himself, but won’t go far as to hurt others in the process. He isn’t a saint, nor is he a demon; just someone trying to make things work for himself.
Skills: Surprisingly, Adam was a fairly good housekeeper. With his parents out of the house almost all day, all week to make ends meet, as the eldest he had to pick up the slack. It’s been a good five or so years since he’s done a lot of that stuff though, so he’s a bit out of practice.
A combination of how to brawl and run away when the odds were against him. A couple of empty hand control courses taught him finer points on the subject in the recent years. Meanwhile, the urban sprawl he called home made for a damn good place to run. He took and still takes good advantage of it now that he’s moved back. Hopping fences, jumping roofs, sliding down poles, the whole works. Even now, whenever he has time and nothing to do, Adam doesn’t mind heading out and just going at it.
Taking care of things at the house and looking after himself on the street taught Adam to constantly be vigilant. Whether it was a prank of his younger siblings, or some people looking to pay him back, they helped him learn quick. Enlisting has only helped to hone this skill of his.
Former infantry. Not quite marksman, but definitely handy with a variety of small arms. Has a bit of knowledge/skill when it comes to first aid, navigation, tactics, and leadership. Well-conditioned, both physically and mentally.
History: Born to a working class family, Adam was the eldest child of three. His parents were recent immigrants to the States, and both of them took up jobs to support the family's new life. Beyond the occasional conversation in Vietnamese or the rare meals his mother would be home to cook, there wasn't much to remind Adam that his parents came from a different country. Perhaps they wanted him to grow up an American and embrace its culture?
Growing up Adam spent a good portion of his time taking care of his siblings when their parents were at work. While they managed to hire a nanny while the two were still toddlers, the job of looking over them was foisted onto his shoulders after they began to attend kindergartner. Never really minded it because family’s important and what not, though he did get into his own fair share of troubles.
Between the fact that his family wasn't the best financially and his foreign appearance, there was enough for bullies around him to pick on. He dealt with those bullies the first time around with a few scraps that drew the lines. When he began to disappear after class to pick up his younger siblings rather than doing any "boy" activities, it wasn't exactly a surprise to him that some people got the "smart" idea. Course he was even less inclined to put up with shit that might have involved his younger siblings, and he made that readily apparent. Sometimes they deserved the smack on the head he gave them, but damn would he let someone hurt them. In the end while most of his schoolmates avoided him, Adam was at least able to attend school without too many problems.
Plans for after high school got derailed when his mother died though, and Adam decided to enlist instead of continue onto higher education to help out with monetary issues. Just barely old enough and with the minimum amount of education required, Adam nonetheless didn't have any trouble in making the cut. He was by no means a genius in school, so it wasn't like college had been a for sure path anyways; not to mention, the family's finance would have been strained to send him alone.
His father and younger siblings didn't really like his decision, but at least the one that mattered accepted it. With his best wishes Adam left to walk a far away path from the ones he loved for quite some time. Basic training was so-so, harsh as expected but nothing that was unbearable. Following that, he was assigned to a base on the other side of the country from his family. Surprisingly, with all that had happened, Adam never received an order to deploy and spent the entirety of his contract serving within the country.
Five years later and with his original contract at an end, Adam declined an extension and released. While he didn’t mind a career in the military, it had also never been his intention to stay with it until retirement. He was taking the year off, time for himself and the family, but shit happens. Just generally doesn’t involve being pulled into another world.
Other: Well, the changes to his appearance aren’t only superficial, but Adam’s got no idea and it’ll be a while before the effects actually manifest themselves. When they do it’ll be quite noticeable though, given the markings will begin to glow.
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Name: Kobayashi Rika
Age (Prior): 18
Appearance (Former): Don't let the pleasant look fool you. She stands at 5'3.
Appearance (Current): Hey, not much has changed! Her hair's a bit lighter, she has pointed ears... oh, wait, she's also a giant snake from her thighs down. About 5'0 at rest. The tail portion of her body is around eight feet long and causes her height to vary depending on how coiled it is or how upbright she is making her position.
Race: Naga
Personality: Rika looks like a pleasant and friendly girl. To be fair to her, this isn't really what anyone would call totally inaccurate, as she can be quite nice and friendly to people she likes. But that's people she likes. If you don't give her an excuse to be nice, she's a surly, argumentative, and sarcastic girl who tends to insult others for what she perceives as stupidity and complain rather openly. She's prone to teasing somewhat, as well, but any counter-teasing easily flusters her. Rika is easy to embarrass and tends to become something of a stuttering mess when she is, trying to find the quickest and most direct path out of an embarrassing situation and take it. That being send, deep down, part of her motivation for the insults and complaints is driven by a desire not to see people do something stupid and get themselves hurt... though a lot of it is low tolerance for what she sees as stupidity too. Putting it simply, Rika can be quite irritable.
Skills: Prior to suddenly taking a trip to "I'm a naga now" fantasyland, Rika had very few skills based on strength. She wasn't that athletic, but she did know how to start a fire, learned from her father who was an avid camper. She is also a decent cook and can identify some forms of edible plants and fungi due to her father's nature lessons. Currently she retains this skill, as well as a new one. While the humanlike portion of her body is not too different in strength from her human self, everything from her thighs down is a massive snake tail. And a snake tail is, essentially, a giant tube of muscle. Incredibly heavy and extremely strong, it can be used as a remarkably potent offensive or defensive weapon. Her back teeth are like they are in a human, regular molars, but her front teeth are sharp and can, however awkwardly and likely as a last-ditch defensive measure, be used to deliver a painful bite. To her disappointment she lacks any kind of venom.
History: Born in the Ikebukuro district of Tokyo, Rika has lived a fairly normal life. Her father was an avid nature fan and her mother was a more down-to-earth individual. This resulted in something of a dual upbringing, where her father brought her on camping trips and taught her about nature, and her mother taught her about practical things she'd need to know in life. While she did not at all dislike her father or their camping trips, in the end Rika ended up as rather critical of anyone doing anything silly, like her mother. This was likely because, in spite of all his knowledge, her father was something of a clutz who constantly got himself banged up, bruises and scraps all over from his hiking and camping trips. It was, to put it simply, a good thing he knows basic first aid.
Rika went through school excelling in all her classes and scoring very highly in every class, proving herself to be quite an intelligent girl throughout her life. However, in middle school, one of her friends was injured in an accident caused by fooling around. This made Rika, already a girl who didn't suffer fools, even more vehemently outspoken against what she felt was stupidity. And now, on the day after her high school graduation, well...
She's going to awaken to a bit of a shock.
Other: As a naga, Rika can only eat meat.
Age (Prior): 18
Appearance (Former): Don't let the pleasant look fool you. She stands at 5'3.
Appearance (Current): Hey, not much has changed! Her hair's a bit lighter, she has pointed ears... oh, wait, she's also a giant snake from her thighs down. About 5'0 at rest. The tail portion of her body is around eight feet long and causes her height to vary depending on how coiled it is or how upbright she is making her position.
Race: Naga
Personality: Rika looks like a pleasant and friendly girl. To be fair to her, this isn't really what anyone would call totally inaccurate, as she can be quite nice and friendly to people she likes. But that's people she likes. If you don't give her an excuse to be nice, she's a surly, argumentative, and sarcastic girl who tends to insult others for what she perceives as stupidity and complain rather openly. She's prone to teasing somewhat, as well, but any counter-teasing easily flusters her. Rika is easy to embarrass and tends to become something of a stuttering mess when she is, trying to find the quickest and most direct path out of an embarrassing situation and take it. That being send, deep down, part of her motivation for the insults and complaints is driven by a desire not to see people do something stupid and get themselves hurt... though a lot of it is low tolerance for what she sees as stupidity too. Putting it simply, Rika can be quite irritable.
Skills: Prior to suddenly taking a trip to "I'm a naga now" fantasyland, Rika had very few skills based on strength. She wasn't that athletic, but she did know how to start a fire, learned from her father who was an avid camper. She is also a decent cook and can identify some forms of edible plants and fungi due to her father's nature lessons. Currently she retains this skill, as well as a new one. While the humanlike portion of her body is not too different in strength from her human self, everything from her thighs down is a massive snake tail. And a snake tail is, essentially, a giant tube of muscle. Incredibly heavy and extremely strong, it can be used as a remarkably potent offensive or defensive weapon. Her back teeth are like they are in a human, regular molars, but her front teeth are sharp and can, however awkwardly and likely as a last-ditch defensive measure, be used to deliver a painful bite. To her disappointment she lacks any kind of venom.
History: Born in the Ikebukuro district of Tokyo, Rika has lived a fairly normal life. Her father was an avid nature fan and her mother was a more down-to-earth individual. This resulted in something of a dual upbringing, where her father brought her on camping trips and taught her about nature, and her mother taught her about practical things she'd need to know in life. While she did not at all dislike her father or their camping trips, in the end Rika ended up as rather critical of anyone doing anything silly, like her mother. This was likely because, in spite of all his knowledge, her father was something of a clutz who constantly got himself banged up, bruises and scraps all over from his hiking and camping trips. It was, to put it simply, a good thing he knows basic first aid.
Rika went through school excelling in all her classes and scoring very highly in every class, proving herself to be quite an intelligent girl throughout her life. However, in middle school, one of her friends was injured in an accident caused by fooling around. This made Rika, already a girl who didn't suffer fools, even more vehemently outspoken against what she felt was stupidity. And now, on the day after her high school graduation, well...
She's going to awaken to a bit of a shock.
Other: As a naga, Rika can only eat meat.
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