| Name | Anson Bairu Oxford

| Nickname | Darien Bladethief: LARP character, Guard dog: His loyalty and protectiveness towards his friends.

| Birthday | April 13, 2000

| Age | 16

| Gender | Male

| Sexuality | Heterosexual

| Relationship Status | Single

| Classification | Sophomore

| Social Tier | Mid B-list to a High C-list

| Role | Jock/Nerd

| In Depth Appearance |
Anson stands at 5'5" and weighs 140 lbs with a lean figure. His dusky skin is free of blemish sans his upper back and arms which are littered with freckles, which he is very self-conscious of. He also has a few small scars dot his lower legs, along his calves and ankles. His slanted eyes are a warm brown that appears amber under the right light, and are framed with long lashes. His black hair is usually well kept and short, but Anson has planned on growing it out this school year.

Color wise, Anson leans towards darks and greys, along with a brightly colored accessory like an orange scarf. His clothes them selves seem to vary greatly, ranging from tight and form fitting to loose and flowing. This also extends to his accessories and shoes, which seem to change every day. A "usual" outfit is a long sleeved and tight black shirt, leather jacket, black slacks, converse and a crimson beanie.

| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |

• Walks silently.
• Cracks his knuckles when he's nervous.
• Bounces on the balls of his feet unconsciously.

| Likes |

• Fantasy
• Folklore and mythologies
• Spicy food
• Rock, any kind
• Sci-Fi
• Anime and Manga
• Literature
• Soccer

| Dislikes |

• Being called short
• Being derided for liking anime and manga
• The Chinese soccer team
• Being stereotyped
• People who go to extremes in their beliefs
• Sour or bitter foods
• People who hurt his friends

| Hobbies |

• LARP
• Martial Arts
• Dancing
• Free Running
• Cooking

| Secrets |

• Unsanctioned Fighter- Anson participates in underground, unsanctioned fight clubs. The club is tied with illegal bookie operations and has a history of life threatening injuries. Anson's gotten onto the scene to pay for his new addiction, which he hides from his parents. He's new to the scene, but his first round is coming soon...
• Morphine addiction: Anson became addicted to morphine after he injured his lower legs in an accident last year. The addiction is still young, but Anson has brought to the new school year. Only time will tell how it will affect him.

| Fears |

• Not being able to move- Anson is always in movement, and seems to subscribe to the philosophy that being still is to be dead. To not be able to run, to walk on your own is a sign of failure to protect those who would help you.
• Losing- Anson is a fighter. He fights to win, plain and simple, because winning means being able to live. To lose is to admit that you can no longer fight, that you can no longer go on, that you no longer protect those you hold dear.

| Personality Traits |

• Laid-back
• Humorous
• Goofy
• Kind
• Cynical
• Protective
• Loyal
• Vicious
• Callous
• Aggressive
• Empty

| Personality |
Anson Oxford is... interesting. On first glance he seems to be a little bit of a bro, being absolutely accepting of people, and kind to almost everyone. He is almost always seen with a shit-eating grin on his face, ready to quip or snark playfully. Despite his stinging tongue, he never truly makes fun of others. He also quite quick-witted, a skill that he developed from LARPing that serves him well in other social interactions. He is also extremely protective of those who call him a friend, willing to go to extremes for them with little regard for himself. This is to the point of being called, admiringly and derogatorily, a guard dog.

That nickname is also more accurate than most can guess. Anson is also capable of surprising amounts of aggressiveness, enough to shock and scare away potential friends as a child. He is also vicious when he deals with those he deals with those who he feels has wronged either him or his, capable of great and terrifying feats of violence.

But this isn't the only layer of Anson's personality, beneath it all Anson is best described as empty. His entire persona is defined by his interactions with others, his happiness is the happiness of others and the same for sadness. This is rarely seen, and manifests in a rather cynical and callous personality when he is fully relaxed, but still retains aspects of the rest of his personality. He is most likely to become like this when he get's extremely drunk.

| Place of Origin |
Hong Kong

| History |
Anson, born Tao Bairu, was born as a child of a prostitute and a US soldier. His mother was a Chinese prostitute in Hong Kong, and his father a US Seaman on shore leave. It was a miracle that his mother didn't abort him immediately after she found her pregnancy. Nine months later, he was in government care. A year later he was adopted by an old rich couple, the Oxfords, who had decided to start a family late. He was there first child, and the rest of his four siblings were all born from the parents. He internalized early, despite the discouragement of his parents, that he was different than the rest of his siblings, and that they were more important to the happiness of his adopted parents than he was. This lead him to ask his parents to ask for martial arts classes supposedly to enrich himself, but in reality was to be able to protect his siblings.

He began dancing, free-running, and even LARPing because of his siblings. His younger sister, Julie, began dancing when he was five, and came home crying after the first class. He joined to protect her, and grew to enjoy dance even as his sister eventually stopped. He began free running when his younger brother George became interested. Anson's adopted parents told George that they would only allow the boy to free run if Anson went with him. The same thing happened, George eventually tired of the activity while Anson found himself entranced as he had been with dance. The final activity, LARPing, came from his two youngest siblings, twins Helen and Castor. They were the readers and dreamers of the family, and they were the ones to introduce Anson to the world of fantasy, sci-fi, and roleplaying. He joined his siblings at their first LARP event when he was fourteen and they were ten. It quickly became a tradition for the three, and helped to foster a strong bond between the three.

The year before he transferred to St. Mary's, Anson had an free running accident which nearly shattered his ankles and shins. During the recovery Anson slowly became addicted to the painkillers that were given to him. He hides it as best he can but he doesn't want to burden his family and so is looking for an alternate revenue stream to fund his addiction.

| Miscellaneous |
Not sure how I made a Fight Club character
Martial Art Styles: Wushu (Performance only), MMA, Sanda, Brazilian Jiu-jitsu
Favorite Tv-Show: "Old"-Leverage or Firefly. Current: Vikings
Favorite Anime: Cowboy Bebop

Name: Calvin Roberts
Age: 28
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 178 lbs
Nationality: American
Appearance:

Fighting Style: Choi Kwang Do
Specific Skill: Mechanic
Bio: Calvin worked as a mechanic in the US Army before the end happened. Stationed at Fort Benning, he and his unit were among the first to answer the Government's call for aid. After the failure of the US Government to maintain order, Calvin stole an Oshkosh M-ATV, and made his way to his home in Florida, and waited the disaster out. After the dust settled, he put his skills to use, fixing other vehicles and performing runs for local leaders, living out of his car. Just recently, he's heard the rumor of a large payout for a risky run, offered by a man named Mercer...
Theme Song:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qg57gTDz7w8

Name: Oshkosh M-ATV
Apperance:

Firepower: 1
Grip: 15
Frame: 20
Acceleration: 9
Top Speed: 10
Flavor Text: A modified MRAP A-TV, the Oshkosh was stolen by Calvin when he deserted the Army. In the ensuing chaos of the collapse, the Army could barely spare any man power to look for a lost vehicle and an engineer. Now stripped of its weapons, the Oshkosh is just a very stable car that Calvin uses to get from point A to point B

Name: Lei Feng "Suicide" Wang
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Suicide stands at 5'10", a remarkable height for both his time and circumstance. His lithe, muscular build is often obscured by his thick trench coat. His hair is actually worn in a tight up bun, and is a shiny black. His skin is dusky, but littered with milky scars that crisscross his entire body. His eyes are a flat brown and slanted, with a clean shaven face. When on the job, he wears a bandanna and tinted goggles.

Clothing: Trousers, suspenders, tan trench coat, holsters, dress shirt.
Possessions: A miaodao, assortment of knives, a Browning Hi-Power, tea leaves, tea pot/boiler
Current Wealth: $15 ($150.33 adjusted for inflation)

Personality: One gets a glimpse into Lei Feng's personality when they hear his nickname of "Suicide". Suicide is an absolutely broken individual who has lost all sense of morality and only lives to fight and kill. He sees fighting as a means to test and reaffirm the fragility of human life. He has lost all faith in authority and his fellow man, and believes that the only remotely trustworthy person in life is oneself. He is also extremely dangerous, changing moods at the drop of a coin or a the littlest of things. He is also prone to singing patriotic songs while fights, like Guerilla's Song or The Sword March

History: A veteran of the Second Sino-Japanese War and the Chinese Civil War, Lei Feng has been fighting since the age of thirteen against the Japanese, and then his fellow countrymen. He served with distinction during World War 2 as part of a suicide squad in the National Revolution Army, surviving missions he had no right to survive in the first place. The toll of fighting and the constant loss of friends and allies broke Lei Feng's psyche, leaving him little more than a raving murder machine. He was so effective that he was on of the first to be given guns when supplies came in from the Allied powers.

After WW 2 ended, he was given some help from doctors and was beginning to recover when the Chinese Civil War began anew and he was thrown once more into the fighting. Deciding that it wasn't worth dying for the Kuomintang nor serve the People's Republic, Lei Fang smuggled himself over to America, teaching himself English on the trip.

Once he arrived, it took him a few months to reach Cape Freedom, walking and stealing vehicles to make the trip. Once he arrived he began making a name for himself among the fighting rings of Cape Freedom. This was were he received his nickname, from his wild, reckless, and suicidal fighting style. His fortunes truly began to change when he caught the eye of an ambitious small time family member, and hired to take out a rival. He now offers his services to the highest bidder, but his loyalty is as stable as the full moon is constant.

Name: Sister Catherine Delacroix
Age:26
Female
Appearance: Catherine stands at 5'7", with a slim, athletic build that is covered by her large nun's habit. She has long blonde hair and bown, almond shaped eyes, and a slightly upturned nose and full lips. Her lower legs are prosthesis made of white plastic and metal, and allow the nun to walk with a slight limp, but makes running difficult.
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Personality: Catherine is a solemn, but caring woman who is very protective of her charges. She is very cynical, despite her young age, yet still acts with hints of naivete due to her upbringing. As well, Catherine is highly distrustful of the Church, but stays within the organization to care for the orphans. As well, her beliefs often conflict with mainstream Catholicism, due to her Executor training.
Skills: Executor training, recon, spying, and assassination, Knowledge of the occult.
Abilities: Catherine is at peak human physique, as well as being highly intelligent. Her abilities with the Black Keys are very exceptional. Kirei Kotomine had the ability to throw a singular black key in 0.3 seconds, and four in 0.7 seconds. In comparison, Catherine can throw a single blade in .42 seconds, and three in .81 seconds. Despite being crippled, she can hold her own against most normal humans, and can use her training as a spy to discreetly watch and inform her Servant of the stats of the other servant. As well, with her knowledge she gained in her training, as well as her training in the occult and supernatural, she is well informed of possible players and has a reasonable grasp of possible Servants once given enough information. Her Circuits are unnatural, and using them is painful for her, as they had been transplanted by the Dead Apostle after she had blacked out. Sacrificing her legs, and the souls of her mentor and Gertrude, the Dead Apostle gave her enough circuits to give her slightly more than average amount of magic energy, with 40 units of magic energy. (In comparison Shirou had 20-30 units, Rin 500 units with a max of 1000, same for Sakura) With that amount of energy, Cathrerine would be able to provide comfortably for Servants with Mana ranks of B or lower, though at B she will begin to feel strain in doing so.
Catherine was born in France to a one night stand in the Parisian red light district. Her father took her in after her mother died in childbirth. She was chosen at the age of sixteen to become a Executor after she murdered her father, a heretic magus who had been draining the suburb they had lived in to increase his own powers, with a kitchen knife. Five years of training saw the girl grow to be an exceptional candidate, and her future would have been secure had it not been for one mistake. During her training, Catherine started a friendship with another trainee, Gertrude Baptiste. They were cordial rivals and, according to hearsay and rumors, lovers. They graduated together, and even apprenticed under the same mentor before the event.
Catherine's fall occurred during her first mission, a hunt for a Vampire that had been terrorizing a remote village in the Pyrenees. It was supposed to be a simple investigate and purge, except the mission went horribly as soon as Catherine, Gertrude and their mentor stepped foot into the village. The Dead Apostle refused to show itself, taunting the group, and sending the turned villagers after the Executors in droves. Those were easily dispatched, except it allowed the Vampire to capture the girls' mentor. Trapped in the town's church, the two girls fought for a week, slowly weakening in the face of the endless horde. The final straw was the vampire sending the mentor after the girls, which broke Gertrude and allowed the vampire to possess the girl. The two possessed Exorcists now turned against Catherine and nearly killed her.
In response, Catherine went into a trance like state, and when she awoke, she stood in a pile of corpses, topped with the bodies of her comrades. The Dead Apostle had fled the village already, as the Church's reinforcements arrived to find the girl who had purged the village. Subsequent examinations decided that Catherine was neither mentally, spiritually, or psychically capable working as an Exorcist. Her lower legs were beyond saving, and were replaced with prosthesis. Mentally, she was diagnosed with extreme PTSD, and suffered nightmares of her actions. Spiritually, she was deemed to weak of fate to face the foes that a an Exorcist would normally fight. Taking the news in stride, she left the Vatican, becoming a nun in a convent in the town of Redrock.

Name: Unit a51FLwo8641i
Alias: The Operative
Species: Artificial Human
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: Unit a51FLwo8641i has lean frame and stands at 5'6". His irises are an unnatural shade of glowing blue, and long scraggly black hair juxtaposed with long fine eyelashes. His suit is designed to be light weight and flexible while still providing good protection, and is woven from a tough ballistic weave with light armor pieces providing additional protection to his limbs and vital organs. He also has no belly button.


Ties to Hero Villains: League of Shadow members, i.e. Lady Shiva, Deathstroke, Bronze Tiger, Kirigi, David Cain.

Power(s):




Skill(s): CQC training (Various martial arts, military CQC systems, Eskrima), swordsmanship, stealth, infiltration.

Weapons/Gadgets: Collapsable Eskrima/shock batons, arm mounted grappling hook, sword, an assortment of knives, and explosives. Lots of explosives, lots of knives, and lots of exploding knives.

History: Unit a51FLwo8641i is an experimental assassin commissioned by the League of Shadows. He was raised in the lab that deveoloped him, closed off from contact with the outside world save for his training. The League of Shadows sent their best members to train their newest investment, notably Lady Shiva, Deathstroke, and Bronze Tiger to train Unit a51FLwo8641i in the martial arts, and Kirigi and David Cain to train Unit a51FLwo8641i in assassination and stealth. He has yet to go on his first mission as his powers have intrigued the researchers to postpone his full transfer to the League of Shadows, but that has changed. He has recently received an order to spy on a group called the Teen Titans...

Personality: Unit a51FLwo8641 was treated as an object since the day he was born, and so has very stunted social skills and is often unable to tell between what is acceptable or not. His social awkwardness is compounded further by his quiet and serious personality, as he takes everything as literally as possible. He also comes off as extremely creepy as whenever he fights, as he fights with a large smile that seems slightly to big to be considered sane. Add on his propensity to travel via air duct, no since of personal space, and fondness of explosions and knives, and Unit a51FLwo8641 is one very strange individual.

Friends: none
Family: unknown
Crush/Relationship:none

History: After-Action Report: Operation Thunder Dust
Interview with HM3 (FMF)(SARC) Smith, [redacted].
Conducted by [Redacted] [Redacted], [Redacted] and [Redacted], [Redacted].
-Begin Recording-

[Redacted]: Hospital Corpsman Third Class Smith?
Smith: Yes sir.
[Redacted]: You know why your here Corpsman?
Smith:(Rustling) ... Yes sir.
[Redacted]: Good, we'll cut to the chase then. What happened to your squad?
Smith: (Deep Breath, a cough) Sir, I've already spoken to people from USSOCOM, MARSOC, CIA, MCIA, MI, ONI, hell even the fucking FBI and NSA sent people.
[Redacted]: Yes, yes, we know. We're here as... independent contractors if you will.
Smith:(angrily and confusedly) Then how the hell are you here then? Civilian contractors-
[Redacted]: (Static lasts for roughly five minutes, the only recognizable sound is a slight vocal rhythm)
Smith:-I had been assigned to a MARSOC hunter-killer team, rooting out insurgents in Afghanistan. We were investigating an Afghan village when shit when down. (Cough, clears throat) The village looked like it had been thrown into a meat grinder. Building were rubble, blood flooded the sand paths. Limbs, organs and bones were strewn haphazardly in the streets, on the roofs, everywhere. My squad consisted of six marines, and two corpsman. We were armed with IARs and M14s, and were riding on dirt bikes. We searched the village for about half and hour, and called in reinforcements. We decided to stay the night in the village, when-when-when (Heavy, accelerated breathing, followed by static) I'm sorry for that sirs, but continuing, it was a night that IT came. I had left the building we had holed up in to take a piss. The only reason I lived was because of Kennings-
[Redacted]: Kennings?
Smith: Yeah, Kennings, my superior, and the second in command, the only other survivor. He was on watch duty when the thing came. It was... it's difficult to describe it, it was like, like a hyena, but not. It looked like a cross between a person and a dog, but huge. It was over 3 meters tall, and must have weighed over a couple hundred pounds, and was covered in stained, coarse brown fur. I noticed it climbing towards our shelter, and alerted Kennings, woke up the rest of the squad by opening fire on the thing. It shrugged off the fire like it was nothing, and it killed one of the gunners before retreating. It spent the entire night playing a game of Cat and Mouse. The only reason I'm alive is because of Kennings. He charged the thing, and fought it, before shoving a grenade into the things mouth. The thing's head exploded, but not before he savaged Kennings. I spent the next hours performing field surgery on him. He's in operation now-
[Redacted]: Thank you, but that's enough.

-End Recording-


"After being discharged from the navy, I-I felt lost. Smith and I had been forced into retirement after their recovery, with a small pension and a medal of honor. That didn't sit well with me. I had been forced to sign an agreement, a fucking contract, promising to not talk about the events that had nearly destroyed my vocal chords. It's a fucking disgrace, my squad died for nothing. The corpse was seized by the government, not for research, but for disposal. So? I joined Blackfield. If the military and government won't protect their people from monsters, then I will."

Name: Wilhelm Takahashi
Age: 35
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Gender: Male
Looks: Wilhelm is a tall, muscular, young man with fair skin and close cropped black hair.specifically, he stands at 6'5" and weighs 200 pounds with minimum pody fat. His facial features are often set in a serious expression, or a glower. He has warm brown eyes, a strong jaw and handsome features along with a seemingly permanent 5'o clock shadow.
Species: Human/Chroma Kight
Personality & History: Wilhelm is a serious, but kind-hearted individual
Gift: Berserker
*Sprite Name: Beowulf
*Sprite's Disguise: Karelian Bear Dog



*Extra:

Username: Bourgeoisie
Name: Liam Schwer
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Main: Talon

Appearance: Liam is 6'0" and has a lean and muscular form due to his occupation. He has short, but spiky and wild black hair and brown eyes. His skin is slightly bronzed, and with faint white scars scattered over his skin. His face is often schooled in a neutral expression, but slight grins come often and quickly. He favors dark, form-fitting clothes, unless he's in the gym in which case he wears a t-shirt and shorts.

True Appearance: Liam’s true form is Talon’s true form, though the colors are more muted overall. His knife-tails (like coat tails, but more stabby) are thinner was well, and the ribbons are darker red. The armor and other metal bits are also duller, being less reflective under light.
Powers:



Personality: Supportive and kind, Liam seems at odds with his champion. Warmhearted, if quiet, and dependable, Liam is best when he's helping out others. Despite his kindness, he can also be cold and stern if need be, surprising with his emotional celerity. He is also extremely self controlled, rarely losing his anger, a godsend when solo queuing. That does not me he is not quick to quip or snark, however, and has a seemingly endless amount of one liners on hand.

The one thing that will truly make Liam angry is abuse or meaningless violence, owing to his own violent past. When he get's angry, his face becomes stone and the temperature seems to drop around him. Added with his own physical strength, makes it a terrifying prospect to face him.

Short Biography: Liam was born in Darkwater City, and has nearly lived there for his entire life. His father was a deli owner, and his mother was a writer. The area that he lived in was a rough one, with his home, his father's deli, acting as the witness to countless violent encounters before he was even ten. In school he was heavily bullied, often ending with him getting into fights with his bullies and then suspensions. It was there he began developing into the man he is today. He made a name for himself by befriending and protecting the other victims all the way up through high school.

It was in high school that he also began to play League of Legends, being careful to balance his life with it. He was introduced by one of his friends who had moved in the middle of the year. I then spread among the have-nots of the school, forming a network of friends that used League as a means to keep in touch after high school.

He eventually moved out of state for college, but returned six years later to Darkwater City. He studied to be an athletic trainer and had become familiar with the mixed martial arts scene. He was forced to play the game less, but he remained up to date with the game, and kept in touch with his friends. After returning, he job at a local gym as a trainer, and began playing League more often again .

Other:
-He's a certified athletic trainer

-He trains MMA fighters and Kick boxers.

-He played Talon originally because he thought he looked like an edgy mofo cool, then kept playing him because he found 100-0 people was fun.