Her mind can trail off from one subject to another, or even forget important details, a fact that Victoria Amicus, who refers to her way of thinking resembles that of a grandmother, and many of her peers detest, such as Kirie, who doesn't want to be compared to her. She is best described as an extremely large-breasted queen well known for being airheaded and moving at her own pace. However, when she gets serious people can't help but listen, for her words bear weight. This is exemplified by her speech to the Destiny City Forces regarding the difference between the the Foo Fighters and the forces that helped her, and her speech before the women of Azure☠Dusk regarding the stance they should take in the upcoming War. This is perhaps due to her skill as a debater and a mother, and it comes to no surprise that she has a church and mall built in her honor.

She is very kind and courteous, and has shown that she does not bear a grudge on those that had tormented her, as with the case with her next meeting with Sigma, going even out of her way to try and save her alongside the Amakusa clanswomen.

Despite her kindness however, she has a hidden side. She herself states that there are many sides to women. She seemingly knew the importance of the diamond and white gold necklace that Gaius gave to her, allowing her to at least hope that she will be saved by the the Foo Fighters', Death Carnival. She later discovers the faults of her character during her punishment by the Foo Fighters, believing that she and the rest of the ex-Azure☠Dusk members are driven by lies and suspicion, while those who have helped her are driven by their in their beliefs and ideals.

Regardless, her naturally kind and amicable nature, allows her to gain quick friends among strangers, such as Rasiel Brando.

Sun Rise-Meditation 1: This class is design so that one can learn how to concentrate better and block out outside noises.
Meditation 2: This class is design so that you can learn how to clear your mind and to organize it.


Air/Wind Magic
1) Make a small breeze
2) Gusts- short blast of wind that lasts 30-40 seconds
3) Blasts of wind – can last up to 10 to20 minutes depending on experience
4) Create and manipulate wind currents
5) Make a sturdy wind- lasting for up to an hour depending on experience
6) Make a wind devil- small whirlwind
7) Whirlwind-rapid and spinning wind that can slice through objects when combined with swords or a secondary element (small tornado)
8) Force blast- sudden blast of strong wind
9) Tornado- large funnel type of wind that can pick up or spew objects or creatures
10) Razor Wind Air magic: a sharp thin wind that could cut objects by the sheer speed
11) Ominous Wind- A strong speedy wind that has a screeching or howling noise
12) Wind shield where wind forms a high speed sphere to deflect attacks
13) Wind gravity using wind to pressure things down or make aerial objects stay on land
14) Speed enhancement, using wind to increase velocity of punching, slashing, projectiles, etc
15) Vacuum – ‘sucking’ or pulling air/wind action away from an area such as pulling an arrow away from a target.

Fire/Heat Magic
1) Make a spark
2) Small flame
3) Heat something up
4) Fire balls
5) Heat wave- waves of a heat forced towards an object or creature
6) Flame throwing- a sturdy stream of fire

Water Magic
1) Make water move without touching
2) Pull water out of air
3) Water Spout- a small water devil
4) Throw a stream of water
5) Misting/Fog- the creating of a thin fog (mist) to a thick can’t see through water shield (fog)
6) Whirl pool- swirling water that pulls objects or creatures down into the water
7) Tidal wave- a wave of water aimed at an object or creature

Earth Magic
1) Trembling- Make ground tremble
2) Rising 1-Make ground rise up into a mole hill
3) Shaking- Make pebbles move
4)Rising 2-Make ground rise up into a hill
4) Rising 2-Make ground rise up into a hill
5) Shaking- Make rocks move


Cold Magic
1) Cold Drawing-Draw heat away from things
2) Hail- small balls of ice up to the size of golf balls
3) Ice Balls- small balls of ice up to the size of baseball
4) Ice Beam- a steam of ice aimed at a creature or object
5) Blizzard- a storm of icy crystals swirling about
6) Blizzard- a storm of icy crystals swirling about
7) Icicle spear- a sharp spear of ice
8) Ice burn/ frost bite- a condition that freezes the skin up to the point of no return of healthy skin

Sound
1) Ventriloquist- able to throw voice to various locations
2) Mimic- able to hear a sound/voice and be able to reproduce the sound/voice exactly


Shadow Magic
1) Become one with the Shadow-Blend with darker areas better
2) Shadowing- Make areas slightly darker

Light Magic
1) Shining-Brighten darker areas
2) Light ball- Create a ball of light

Lightening Magic
1) Electric spark
2) Electrical ball- up to the size of a baseball
3) Electrical beam- a stream of electricity
4) Lightning bolt-
5) Shock wave- a wave of electricity

Dark Magic
1) Night vision- able to see in the dark
2) Dark coat- envelope in darkness and become all black

Plantology and Potions 1
1) Growth-common plants grow slightly faster
2) Encourage-Persuade common plants to do something
3) Herbal healing : The making of common potions that will assist in healing

Mental/Mind Control Magic 1
1) Telepathy – Ability to speak mind to mind
2) Telekinesis- ability to move objects or bend objects
3) Levitation- the ability to float
4) Empathic: Able to experience the feelings or sensations of another creature
5) Mind bonding: A close bond with a specific creature
6) Influence :weak mind control, persuasion at its best
7) Illusion: make a creature see something that is not there

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Name:
Jonas Miguel Soberano
Aliases:
Jo, Baker Jo, Jo-Jo
Age:
27
Birthday:
2_nd January 1983
Ethnicity:
Filipino-Caucasian
Birth Place:
New Zealand
Location:
On the way to Newnan, Georgia
Gender:
Male
Major/Minor:
Chemistry/Physics
Occupation:
Baker
Languages:
Filipino and English

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Height:
5'10
Weight:
103 kilograms
Build:
Swimmers Build, lean and toned but not overly muscled
Eyes:
Dark Brown
Hair:
Brown
Skin Tone:
Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
He has no tattoos and piercings but has one scar. The one from pre-Outbreak is scar that surrounds his elbow from the time he fell on his bike at full pelt (one of the most confident days in his life) and all his body mass landed on his right arm, making the forearm bone pierce through the elbow, making a bloody scene. He was soon put in hospital and was stitched up, still bearing the scars.

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Forgiving * Awkward * Kind * Childish

Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Relationship Status:
Dating
Personality:
Jonas grew up in a sheltered life, living in the northernmost city in New Zealand, Whangarei. Having brought up by his mother and father as an only child, they were very protective in him and were reluctant to even send him to a public school. He isn't the type of person to fight (even post-Outbreak), although his father's fear of bullying forced him to teach Jonas Taekwando, lessons that his father hid from his mother. He is a very kind soul with no real grasp on how to lie and cheat. Due to the fact that he was sheltered, he didn't really let go of some of his more childish traits, constantly worrying about travelling in the dark and keeping a small teddy bear in his bag to cuddle when he is left alone by Victoria. He isn't very serious, constantly joking and smiling on the road, even after the Outbreak.

He can't bring himself to killing other human beings and has some reluctance on killing walker children. However, he doesn't have any qualms with killing animals (from going out hunting with his grandfather) and walkers, his travelling partner calling him "a pretty decent shot". He isn't the type to swear or get angry, consistently trying to calm his fiercer girlfriend. His soft voice and calming attitude came from his role model and grandfather, a New Zealand sheep farmer that had a strange obsession with bread and an unforgettable personality. He also got his obsession of bread from him and the desire to become a baker.

Habits:
Talks to himself, scratches back of head, body cuddles (insert girlfriend name), cracks neck, quotes bread recipes at random times
Hobbies:
Swimming, baking (specifically bread), eating (specifically bread)
Fears:

• Losing his loved ones
• Being alone
• The Dark
• Clowns

Likes:

• Baking
• Reading
• Eating
• Sleeping
• Cuddling
• Meeting new people
• Shooting walkers

Dislikes:

• Cleaning his Remington 700P Bolt-Action Rifle
• Starvation
• Alone in the dark
• Mean people
• Large crowds
• Not eating bread

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Fading skills with shooting and maintaining hunting rifles
• Cooking
• Brown belt - Taekwando
• Fading knowledge of basic survival skills
• Swimming

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Shooting and maintaining his Remington 700P Bolt-Action Rifle
• Water purification
• Shelter creation
• Basic Survival Skills
• Bare skill with a machete

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Sweatpants, Nike shoes, Mario t-shirt, fedora
• Teddy Bear
• Remington 700P Bolt-Action Rifle with two rounds inside
• Eight more rounds
• One bottle of water
• A snickers bar
• Trench Coat
• Machete

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Your First Walker Encounter:
Jonas had been the first man in the bakery, quickly finishing a batch of fresh cupcakes for the morning. His obsession for cooking and baking in particular usually made him the first one into the bakery, trusted enough by the owner of the place to open the bakery in the early morning. He started to hum to himself, smiling as he took a long whiff of the sweet cupcakes. It was for the students, these cupcakes, the ones that wanted to buy something for lunch. He picked the best one out and sprinkled some more sugar on it, saving it for a nice little girl named Charlotte that always came to the bakery.

He chuckled to himself, remembering her request of "more sugar!" with a cute little pout on her face. As he calmly set down the tray of cupcakes on the counter, picking out the worst ones and began to eat them with a distasteful look on his face. Boss didn't like wastefulness so he forced his employees to eat the worst cupcakes instead of throwing them in the bin. As he stood there, staring at the brightly lot bakery, munching on half-decent cupcakes, he heard a small shuffling noise coming from the basement. Deducing that it was just Boss lounging around in there, he walked up to the basement stairs and called out "Boss! It's your boy Jonas! Are you there mate?"

No reply came, only a loud groan in response. Becoming increasingly worried, he flipped the switch to the basement on and carefully walked down, getting near the door and knocking. He heard a louder groan, a small howl and the sound of a figure slamming against the door. "Uh, Boss? You all goods?" There was increased a slamming, a hole punctured through the flimsy wooden door, revealing a grotesque, diseased arm.

Jonas backed away quickly, letting out a quick yelp of surprise. "Yeah nah Boss, you should probably get that checked out." The groans only increased as the hand retracted before he made three more powerful slams against the door, eventually breaking it. The Kiwi gawked at the shuffling, unrecognisable form of Boss as it lunged at him. He screamed, turning around and running, going through the kitchen, quickly weaving through tables and chairs before sliding under the metal door shutter. He immediately closed it down, locking it out before huffing and puffing at the sudden rush of adrenaline. He reached for his phone only to find he dropped it in the bakery. Not that it mattered anyways. 911 was flooded with calls.

History Before Outbreak:
Jonas was born into the Soberano family, in the city of Whangarei. His life in New Zealand wasn't rough and although he was quite sheltered, he led a good childhood. His life at school was normal, he made some good friends and even had something brief with a girl but that ended very quickly. He picked the sport of swimming, training hard and fast for his parents but even that became a routine, his speed steadily increasing through the years. The only thing to brighten up his normal life was his visits to the farm and meeting his grandfather". Their first meeting didn't really go as plan. "So. Do you play rugby?" When he shook his head, his grandfather just sighed and muttered to himself. Feeling disappointed in himself and slightly sad, little Jo hopped off the tractor they were on and stared exploring. He toddled around the large vehicle before stopping before a high powered rifle.

"Gun!" He pointed at the wooden stick of death with a singular, chubby finger, shouting at the top of his lungs. His grandfather quickly ran over to him, gasping at the sight before placing a hand over his mouth and swiftly slinging his hunter's rifle over his shoulder. He knelt down on one knee, staring down at the toddler. "Okay, here's a deal. If you keep yer trap shut and don't snitch on me to yer Mum, I'll give you five bucks and a chance, when you're older, to learn how to shoot this thing right here." He gestured to the gun slung behind him with a small twinkle and then bringing out five dollars. The toddler just gaped widely before shutting his mouth quickly and grasping the five dollars with chubby fingers, toddling out of there towards the barn.

From that day on, the relationship between the two became the best of friends. When Jonas grew older, his grandfather kept his promise and taught him how to shoot a rifle. Thankfully, the boy was so excited that he didn't even think of how wrong it was to teach a child to shoot a gun until later on. The also growing fascination with bread started when his grandfather took him to the nearest town and showed him his former bakery. To the child, bread was the perfect mix of sweet and savoury and that belief had carried onto later life. The relationship between grandson and grandfather was almost inseparable.

At the age of fifteen however, the trips stopped. No one said why, no one said anything except cry. He knew what happened. He cried too.

Life was quite the blur after that point, at sixteen he gained a firearms license, practising the hunting and survival skills he picked up from his grandpa. Without a companion however, it became a boring experience and he stopped after a year trying to hunt alone. School was monotonous and easy, his love life was laughable, swimming was stagnating and life at home was quite a somber affair. This all changed when he graduated, being offered a scholarship in Chemistry at Emory University. The family celebrated for days before he eventually left on the first plane heading to Atlanta.

The hype of the first few days in college soon turned into monotony again. Sure the work was harder but there was nothing special happening. He made a close group of friends (no girl in sight, of course) and it stayed like this until the very last year of his university scholarship. There were rumours a new girl in town, quickly rising go to the higher echelons of the university and becoming the girl that every boy wanted. And of course, Jonas had to go ahead and meet her.

He shuffled into the library, picking out a random book and then sitting down on a seat. He took a glance towards his friend Ben, giving a small smile and a thumbs up. He simply rolled his eyes at his friend and transfixed his gaze towards the woman in front of him. It was a simple dare, some fanfiction-like story coming to life. The nerdy Asian boy asking out the blonde, popular girl. It was for free lunch, Jonas reasoned, don't be so worried. Even though, his face blushed crimson as he opened his mouth to speak, heart thumping like a raging elephant. "H-hey, uh, that's s-some n-nice, um, b-books ya h-have there." She smiled.

And a relationship straight out of a corny romance novel evolved from there. They were college sweethearts, his friends being supportive of him. He liked her and she liked him. They spent hours talking in the library and was eventually forced to get out when the cleaners came in. He showed her around the campus, finding himself at ease and relaxed around her. In those many months, it felt like he had someone who understood him. And then he started to look at the people around him

It was sneered at by the Populars, they disapproved of one of their own going out with a "nerd" like him. He was shy, always behind her whenever they walked together, hiding himself from the stares and laughing faces. She had protected him from them of course but throughout it all, he always thought he wasn't good enough. She was beautiful, courageous, popular, perfect and he was... a nerd. It wasn't like the romance novels. He never opened up from his shell, he was never "accepted". He just... stayed the same. Soon, he just faded away into the sea of faces, trying to escape from the whispers and in turn, going away from Victoria. He graduated and split from Emory, finding a job in a bakery before he encountered his first walker.

History Since Outbreak:
After his brief but terrifying meeting with Boss and the realisation that his phone was back in the bakery, Jonas tried to calm himself down and call emergency services. It was still very early in the morning, a few days of light peeking through the horizon but he heard gunshots in the distance. He decided to walk the other way and take a longer route towards his house. There were very few people on the streets, most were homeless and just sleeping on the sidewalk. As he passed by an alleyway, he heard a loud crashing noise and screams coming from the shadows. His eyes widened and fear crept into him, forcing him to uncharacteristically leave and tuck himself deeper into his trench coat, pocketing his gloved hands.

Thankfully, the journey from the bakery to his apartment was a short walk and aside from that very brief altercation next to the alleyway, it felt like nothing happened. He quickly ran up the stairs of the old brick building, head swinging side to side, making sure no more of those things entered the building. He nervously opened his door and closed it behind him, locking it quickly. He let out a huge breath of air, as if he'd been holding it in for the whole trip. He hung his coat on a rack and picked up his phone, dialling 911. No response. He tried again. Dead. He reached for his secondary phone, Nokia smartphone just in case of emergencies and tried there. Same thing.

That was when Jonas was starting to really worry. He turned on the television and was immediately warned by a emergency broadcast, calling for people to go their nearest designated "safe-zone". He quickly packed as many supplies he needed though also taking things he wouldn't need such as his phone and charger, earphones, his teddy bear and his laptop. He shoved everything into his bag and used the GPS to make his way towards the safe zone. Outside, it was much more hectic now, streams of cars and people all heading for their safe zone. The endless screaming and the choir of honking noises were almost silenced by deafening gunfire nearby. It only made him run a little faster.

The Filipino weaved through the blockade of motor vehicles to cross the street, sometimes having to run over cars to get through. The gunfire was louder and the screams only intensified. This pushed him to face the soldier dressed in green camouflage, calling for everyone to calm down. He could've been younger than Jonas himself and was already dealing with a disaster like this? He only shook his head and snuggled himself further in his coat. The so-called "safe zone" was the ancient, large local library, turned into some "fortress" with soldiers armed with high-powered assault rifles walking through the masses. He scanned his eyes over the crowd before shaking his head, making a go for the stairs. Of one of those "things" were here, it would be a slaughter. He made his way onto the rooftop only to be stopped by another soldier in green, wearing an intimidating gas mask.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Although his voice sounded deep and macho, carrying a deadly Remington 700P, his hands were shaking with nervousness. Jonas stared up at the soldier with a curious expression. "Well, I'm not one of those 'things' if that's what you're asking."

The soldier aggressively shook his head before swiftly raising his gun to Jonas' head, clambering a round with a shaky hand. "Don't fucking lie with me, you infected piece of shit! Show your fucking bite mark! Huh bitch! Let me fucking kill you like I did my friend, huh? Let your brains splatter on the wall, is that what you fucking want, you piece of horse cock!?" The crazed man shouted at the top of his lungs shouting insults at the 27 year old man's head. Meanwhile, all his would-be-victim could do was stare the at barrel with wide eyes, heart beating a hundred miles an hour. His only thoughts were 'Oh god, I'm going to get gunned down by some raving lunatic.'

His fists clenched, tears forming in his eyes. He needed a way out of the situation. His gaze went downwards, at the soldier's wide open legs. He kicked hard. The soldier dropped down on his knees, dropping his gun and clutching his gonads. Jonas lunged to pick up the rifle and then hit his opponent's head with a quick snap with the butt of the gun, knocking him out in the end. He heard some more gunfire, some moving downstairs. He heard the loud screams cut short by the repetitive bang of the assault rifles. He nervously fumbled with the gun before deciding to rummage through the soldier's things, repeatedly saying sorry over and over again. Getting a good box of ammo, he sprinted towards a ladder leading down to one of the back alleyways and escaped.

A week later, as he was rummaging through a pharmacy store to look for painkiller, he met her once more. It was a quick and efficient technique, knocking his gun out of his hand and then immediately pointing her own to his head. "Don't move." He would've recognised the voice from a mile away. Tired and beaten, he started giggling at the sudden reunion, thinking back to the innocence of the olden days. When things were much more simple, in Emory University. He audibly gulped before he started to whisper in a calm, soothing voice "Victoria, remember me? It's Jonas, from college." He heard the sound of the gun arming, the weapon being pushed hard against his skull.

He was eventually able to calm her down from shooting him and coerce her into travelling with him outside of Atlanta. It was no longer safe there's the city was overrun by those things. The next few weeks were spent ducking and hiding the massive, roaming hordes that called Atlanta home, slowly making their way towards the outskirts of the city. When they escaped the city, they started to roam the state of Georgia, trying to do as many things as they could for survival. As the weeks turned into months and months into years, the two became closer, forming an inseparable bond together, forged through shared hardships and a love sparked in the wastelands of civilisation.

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Character Quote:
"We kill walkers, Victoria, not people. Everyone has a chance for redemption, a chance to live."
Theme Song:
MGMT - Kids
How Many Walkers Have You Killed:
At least thirty in the span of three years
How Many People Have You Killed:
Zero
Why:
He doesn't believe in killing other humans and only tolerates Victoria
Anything Else:
Had modelling as a side-job

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

The colors in her eyes became slowly swirling vortexes – depthless as the sea, endless as the sky… and then the storm hit. Clouds rolled in, splitting open in a torrent of rain as the darkened sky cast a shadow across the land. The oncoming fleet of ships were all but wiped out as wave after wave crashed down upon them. Thunder clapped as a bright flash of lightning took out an enemy mage, causing the others to break rank long enough for her clan to counter. Eyes returned to normal, Keeva watched from the cover of the trees as the clan attacked. Sure she was no longer needed, she made her way down the mountain, picking a few Moon flowers on her way home.

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[LATER]
“Where in Faelian’s name have you been!?”
Keeva was assaulted by pain the moment she walked through the door. She dropped the flowers as she reflexively shut her eyes and covered her ears. “I was picking flowers! I swear!” she cried out through the pain.
Her mother ignored her, continuing the assault. “You look at me, worthless brat!”
Unfortunately for Keeva, her mother’s power was one which could cause anyone (she has direct eye contact with) pain – the severity of which depends on the volume and tone of her voice. Because of this, Keeva had become accustomed to shutting her eyes when her mother was angry with her (which was often).
Her mother grabbed her tightly by the upper arm and forced her into the kitchen. Keeva knew what was coming next, but she’d had enough and wrenched her arm away. Her mother spun around, wide-eyed with surprise, and Keeva had her. As soon as her eyes locked on her mother’s, she allowed herself to feel everything. Every moment fear and pain. Every moment of insecurity and doubt. All of it, she re-lived, all so her mother would finally know, finally experience everything Keeva had been put through. As if unable to look away, her mother stared at her; anguish, horror, and pain etched on her face as she dropped to her knees. After a moment, Keeva’s mother let out a shriek that would echo through her nightmares.