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Name: Reavers
Age: Varies
Birth Planet: Miranda
Allegiance: Themselves
Occupation: Psychopathic Cannibalistic Pirates?

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Height: Don't Know
Weight: Don't Care
Build: Too built?
Eyes: Mad?
Hair: Bloodied
Skin Tone: Can't even tell
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Each Reaver has numerous scars and perhaps even piercings. They mutilate their own skin, cutting and pulling it this way and that and sometimes pinning it back to reveal the flesh beneath.
Personal Style: Your typical Reaver enjoys a specialized wardrobe that consists of the clothing they were wearing at the time of the change. (Yeah, its like menopause I guess) Now, over this clothing they will add their own personal touches to make each of them an individual and unique but because all the same material is used, flesh and bone of the fallen foe, they have a harmonious blending of colors and patterns that make it a uniform.

Their hair and skin is very important to them, perhaps the blood smearing and years of built up grim is there for those days when they are raping and maiming in the valley under the hot sun? Younger Reavers look to their Elders to see what they can become, those smooth locks quickly becoming bloodied dreadlocks over time. The messier the over all look, the more covered in scars, the higher number of skin patches on their clothing; the longer they have been at this. These bitches be FIERCE!

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Insane * Homicidal * Xenophobic * Cannibalistic * Fearless * Unrelenting

Sexuality: Omisexual (Anything in their path still breathing will do)
Relationship Status: Open
Personality: Your average Reaver has a driven personality with an anything goes attitude. They are fearless and let nothing stop them on their pursuit of their goals; granted those goals usually include eating your flesh while you are screaming while another one does unseemly things to your unmentionables but hey what person doesn't have flaws?

They like to keep to their own kind, seeming to know which of us who still enjoy a good bath could become one of their flock. While they enjoy their dinner A La Human Sashimi, they don't seem to pair it with Fava Beans and a nice Chianti. Sure they are a little unorthodox and as mad as the Hatter, they stick together; have to give them points for that right?
Habits:

• Screaming
• Grunting

Hobbies:

• Enjoying a nice meal while listening to the sounds of death thralls

Fears:

• Nothing
• Nothing
• And um Nothing

Likes:

• Fresh Meat
• The sounds of their victims screaming
• Painting their ship with the blood of the fallen
• Self Mutilation
• Creative piercings
• Raiding
• Pillaging

Dislikes:

• A meal getting away
• Bathing
• Polishing their teeth
• Washing their clothing
• Brushing their hair
• Speaking coherently

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General Skills:

• Astrogation
• Athletics
• Flyer
• Gun Combat
• Mechanic
• Melee
• Pilot
• Survival
• Tactics

Specialty Skills:

• Endurance (Athletics)
• Coordination (Athletics)
• Strength (Athletics)
• Natural (Melee)
• Blade (Melee)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing
• Firearms of Various Types
• Knives of Various Types
• Blades of Various Types
• Ammunition

Quarters:

• I really do not even want to think of what your average Reaver keeps in their Bunk.

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Blargh argh yar! (Translation: I am the one tenth of one percent.)
History: ~Taken from Firefly Wiki~ Reavers originated from Miranda, the outermost planet in a distant solar system. The Alliance had been testing behavioral modification on this planet through the chemical G-23 Paxilon Hydrochlorate (a.k.a. "The Pax" (Latin for "Peace")), administered through the air recycling systems. The chemical was designed to weed out aggression and anger. The ultimate result was that 99.9% of the population stopped going to work, talking to each other, and eventually stopped moving, eating or breeding, and therefore died. However, the remaining 0.1% ("a tenth of one percent") of the population had the opposite reaction, with their aggression and primal instincts boosted beyond simple madness into murderous rage, sadism and xenophobia.

Being transformed into a Reaver does not seem to be exclusively chemical in origin. Some victims of Reaver attacks are left alive and forced by Reavers to view the tortures they inflict on others. When this happens, the person's mind can be so damaged by what they were shown that the only way to cope with it is to begin to act as a Reaver does, eventually becoming one themselves. Reavers may themselves be able to detect those humans that are part of the 0.1% that are susceptible to become like themselves and these are the men and women they "convert."

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Character Quote: ~screams~
Theme Song:

Alliance Record: The Alliance has notes and records on Reavers in general, general outlook - Kill them.
Anything Else:
Favorite Character: Reavers!
~link provided in previous Cs's~
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Name: Kayala Priver Stalack
Aliases: * _{Denotes previously used, tries not to use again}

• Nanlea Riggsmi - Empire Intelligence Officer From Coruscant
• Yvonsara Stalack - Scrap Trader From Tatooine
• Lynruth Hulfow - Explorer From Dantooine
• Genetary Hoawey - Court Handmaiden From Naboo *
• Ivyria Chadedg - Fall Diver From Alderaan *
• Yesebry Colcarl - Tibanna Processor From Bespin *
• Colmira Mitstea - Thorilide Refiner from Gorse *

Age: 28
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Allegiance: New Republic
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Female
Languages: Galactic Basic (most dialects), Mandalorian, Huttese
Occupation: Face

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140lbs
Build: Athletic/Curvy
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Light Tan with Peach Undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, several small scars (abdomen, lower back, upper thighs) from over the years but nothing large. Most are faded and go unnoticed.

Personal Style: Kayala really has no personal style of her own. From years of having the play the part that was needed she never developed one. Now there are some outfits she prefers to wear over others just due to comfort factor but when it comes down to it, it is just what is available at the time that she wears. Her large and diverse wardrobe lets her pick what she wishes but if she were to have to design or shop on her own for something just for her she wouldn't know where to begin. She would ask which planet they are stopping on next and just pick an outfit that fits.

Outside of outfits and having to play the part, if she is off duty she tends to wear her hair shortly bobbed and slicked back to keep it out of the way. Anything longer and whatever wig she might need would be far to uncomfortable. She wears minimal to no make-up if she can. Again, trying to keep it simple until it is required. The life of a face is never simple and she has to be ready to play the part at anytime. Washing off make up that doesn't fit the setting takes time and much of the time, time is not on their side.

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Adaptable * Meddlesome * Contemplative * Suspicious * Venturesome * Calculating

Sexuality: Fluid
Relationship Status: Unattached

Personality: Being a walking chameleon leaves many to wonder if what they see is actually what they are getting with Kayala. She can appear to be sweet and loving in one situation and completely cutthroat and ruthless in the next. Like an actor on stage she plays each part so well one can be left questioning with facade they are seeing is the truth or even if they all are. In a way, they all are. A different part of her being shown to some extent when needed and then burying it back down until needed again.

Some constants are there though, ever adaptable and contemplative she never leaps before she thinks. She likes to know what she is getting into and to how to best handle the situation but she can work on the fly if needed. One has to be able to in this line of work, there is no room for errors. This makes her rather pushy at times and meddlesome, sticking her nose in where it might not belong with the crew if she thinks they can provide her with an insight to a location or people.

There is a reason outside of work that she is this way. Underneath all the facades and masks resides a woman who cares deeply, perhaps too much so. She sees things happen to people that is morally or ethically wrong and it breaks a small piece of her heart. She doesn't like breaking the law to do what she does but she knows it is needed. Sometimes the bending or breaking of one is needed to strengthen others. Yet, she always feels remorse for such actions. It tickles at the back of her subconscious but she deals with it. She hopes one day she can stop but for now as long as she is needed she will continue; until the end or her last breath.

Habits:

• Chewing on the inside of her cheek
• Popping her big toe

Hobbies:

• Needlepoint
• Puzzles

Fears:

• Iatrophobia - Keep that Medicine Man away from me! I don't care if I was shot!
• Tokophobia - Don't ever ask me to have kids, I ain't going through that.
• Nosocomephobia - Thought doctors were bad? Yeah, try to take me to a hospital...

Likes:

• Holochess
• Word Puzzles
• Hidden Picture Games
• Threads - Different colors and textures for Needle Point
• Needle Point Patterns
• Reading up on various histories and cultures

Dislikes:

• Being disturbed when trying to relax
• Having to go through multiple "Face" changes in a single day
• Judgemental People
• Assumptions
• Slavers
• Those that are out for revenge

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General Skills:

• Charm
• Cool
• Perception
• Streetwise
• Core Worlds
• Outer Rim
• Xenology

Combat Skills:

• Athletics
• Coordination
• Stealth
• Vigilance
• Brawl
• Melee

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Tan fitted trousers, brown leather calf high boots, olive green ribbed knit thin long sleeve shirt, wide belt
• Wallet - ID, 1 False ID, Creds
• Datapad
• Side snap lether loop (For Whip)
• Knife Sheaths (Thigh placement)
• Throwing Knife
• Throwing Knife
• Shock Whip
• Pocket First Aide Kit - Because Fuck Doctors
• Grease ridden and worn piece of cloth (Only thing from home she has)

Quarters:

• Extensive collection of clothing
• Wigs
• Make-up Kits
• Rest Of Her False ID's and Credentials
• Numerous Puzzle Books
• Various Needle Points
• Needle Point Stuff (thread, patterns, etc.)
• History Books
• Books on Various Myths
• HoloChess Board
• Electro Sword

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: "There is a point in life where you must chose a side or be caught in the middle. While I prefer to dance the line between what is and what was I knew eventually I would have to declare an allegiance. Neither side is without their cons but I believe the heart of the New Republic beats far fiercer and purer than that of the Empires. I hope they find a balance between the light and the dark that others have yet to achieve and if I can play a part in that, no matter how small, I will give my life for that cause."

History: Kayala was born in Coronet City, the daughter of a mechanical engineer and a bar maid in one of the cities local watering holes. It wasn't the best of money but it was enough for her parents to provide for her and send her to one of the better schools in the city. They didn't want the same life for her that they had, they wanted more for her. Yet, what a parent wants for their child and what their child receives is hardly ever the same thing.

Life in school was difficult for Kayala, not because she couldn't handle the class load. She excelled in things like history, languages, and linguistics. Her problem was her fellow students. They could smell that she was a lower class. It was here, back during her formative years that she started to develop a knack to fit in. Learning their own high brow accents, their mannerism's, their ways. Then when the time came, she asked her parents for a transfer to an even better school. Thanks to her grades she was able to get a partial scholarship and the deal was set.

A new school and the first facade was in place. Here Kayala excelled in all aspects, especially socially. She had adopted her first Face and fell into it as if it was second nature. Sure she still didn't dress the part but some quick talk and soon dressing as if you were a middle class scum was the in-thing and all the other kids were following her foot steps. This made the rest of her years in school some of the easiest in her life.

After school though things got tough. She was good at history, she could speak languages, but she was no droid. Sure, a pretty enough face, but she wasn't about to do what some women needed to do to get by unless she really was in the mood. So, what now? Take what you know and keep moving and that was what she did. Taking her ability to learn and adapt she got her foot into the door at more and more locations from the cities most underground workings Empire run facilities. Using this low level access to learn more customs, more accents, more mannerism's - all from planets she had never seen. Granted it didn't always go well and it lead to more than one brawl where Kayala finally had to learn to fight other than using her wits but she picked up well enough.

Then it was time to put things to the test, helping a local smuggler get his goods out without being caught bought her passage on a ship and she was finally off world for the first time. Since then she has honed her skills and her Faces. Working like an actress to get in where she needs to, getting what she needs done, and getting back out without others even thinking she might not be one of them. She finally found the role of her life, to be everything but herself.

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Character Quote: I forever change to fit what is needed of me but my heart remains the same.
Theme Song:


Imperial Record: I wouldn't be very good at my job if I had been caught.
Anything Else:

• Amy Gets Her Bitch On
• Anything but 1, 2, or 3. Can I list Spaceballs as my favorite? Because seriously, I fast forward through 1,2 & 3 at Ludicrous Speed!
• Is Ambidextrous

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Name: Morgbra Coraxe Bonwoo
Aliases: Mor, Doc, Traitor
Age: 42
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Allegiance: The Empire
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Male
Languages: Galatic
Occupation: Field Surgeon -> Lead Medical

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Height: 6'2"
Weight: 182lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Chocolate
Hair: Ebony - with a touch of silver
Skin Tone: Sienna with cool undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Range of various scars that run down from his left shoulder and down past his ribs; ears pierced

Personal Style: He wears whatever he wants to wear and makes it look good. He enjoys the higher finery of life and doesn't have a problem dressing to the nine just because. Any day is a good day to strut. Having said that he will dress down but he always puts his own personal twist on it. Whatever he wears, it has to be stylish, if not he will do something to it to make it so. Cuff links on the sleeves of scrubs? Why the hell not, screw you if you don't like his bling.

He keeps his hair cropped short and clean lines at all times but his facial hair can vary depending on the day. Clean shaven or five day shadow, doesn't matter to him. It is just whatever feels best at the time. Studs or small loops are usually worn; nothing ostentatious but classy. Shoes are always shinned to a high gloss. (That even means rubber trim, he wants to look sharp) If his clothing gets damaged he won't be happy but that's why he carries back up outfits. Can never be too careful.

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Benevolent * Sarcastic * Fun-Loving * Erratic * Vivacious * Arrogant

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Doc is the type of man you want at your side when the shit hits the fan and your life is on the line. He will stop at nothing to save anyone, no matter what they have done. He took an oath and he holds to that. He always takes death as a personal failure. Caring, compassionate; traits you want the person who holds your life in your hands to have. Outside of the ER he is the perfect party buddy, going out and having fun, loving life even in the midst of Hell. You take what life throws at you and roll with it, even if that means doing the cabbage patch or the lawnmower. He is full of life and loves to spread that love around.

Yet, he is not without his faults. He can be erratic, taking those deaths too personal. Each one screwing with his head. His arrogance doesn't help, thinking the most of himself and expecting the best; being a perfectionist in all areas doesn't help. Because of this and his occupation he is seething with sarcasm and some wonder if he is joking or if he is being serious; usually it is a combination of both. He can be bull-headed and will not back down if someone is getting in his way when he is doing his job; he has the scars to prove it, mentally and physically.

Habits:

• Giving odd looks
• Bobbing his head

Hobbies:

• Dancing
• Singing/Rapping

Fears:

• Ophidiophobia - Slithering mutha fuckers, just ain't right
• Athazagoraphobia - If I forget, what good am I?
• Atychiphobia - If I fail, they die

Likes:

• Dancing
• Singing/Rapping
• Looking all that and then some
• Joking around
• His job
• People

Dislikes:

• The War
• Shoes getting dirty
• Clothing getting messed up
• Anyone who tells him who he can't save
• His scars
• Liars

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General Skills:

• Computers
• Cool
• Medicine
• Perception
• Surgery
• Education
• Xenology

Combat Skills:

• Vigilance
• Ranged (Light)
• Discipline
• Coordination
• Athletics
• Brawl

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Leather tailored sports jacket, silk gray short sleeve shirt, distressed trousers, dress shoes with a high polish
• Jewelry - Pocket Watch, small gold loop earrings, gold snake rope chain (thin)
• Wallet - ID, pictures of home, credits, credentials, oath card with addendum
• SE-14r light repeating blaster
• Personal music player
• Personal Medical Bag
• Emergency Surgeon Kit (in bag)
• Stethoscope (in bag)
• Basic First Aide Supplies (in bag)
• Basic First Response Pharmaceuticals (in bag)

Quarters:

• Way too large wardrobe
• Way too many shoes
• Extensive collection of music
• Medical Journals
• Jewelry - Lots of it
• Multiple Med Pacs
• Holo-Messenger
• Surgeon Kit
• Pharmaceutical Kit - Neurotics (and Antidotes), pain meds, antibiotics, paralytics, etc.
• Hand Scanner

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: "I used to be a member of the Rebels. I was a field surgeon back then. I loved what they stood for, the work they were doing, what they were fighting for. Why did I leave? When you tell a doctor he cannot help a wounded man... Well then fuck you. I swore an oath, to help any no matter my personal views. I took a blaster shot to my side because I was trying to patch up trooper and it was the Empire that saved me. Do I agree with everything they do? Awww hell no! Will I make sure the soldiers that are stuck in the middle of this chaos survive? Damn straight I will. Now, excuse me and fuck off I have a patient that needs me."

History: Morgbra was born on Coruscant in Galatic City. His father was one of the top surgeons in the country, his mother was one of the most respected hospital administrators. Born to wealth and privileged. He had what so many dreamed to have. Life was good for him. Despite his parents busy schedule they were there for him, never held him back, loved him and showed it. Even with all the money he was not spoiled, he had to work for everything he had. His parents teaching him personal responsibility and that life was not to be something just handed to you on a silver platter. He was grateful for this and because of his parents he wanted to follow in their footsteps. His father was and still is his idol.

The man attended the finest schools and was ravenous to learn everything he could about each species and how to save them. Excelling and being taken under his fathers wing during his internship. His father pushed him harder than the rest and it paid off. The young doctor was highly sought after once his internship was over and offered a job as lead of Emergency Surgery in the most prestigious of hospitals in the city. His parents couldn't have been prouder, or so they thought. Yet Morgbra surprised everyone by turning down the offer and took work in a free clinic in one of the worst areas of the planet. While his parents worried, they knew they had gotten something right. Medicine was more important that wealth.

Wars happen and while life in the Empire had been good to Doc, he wanted to do more and felt that the Rebels were going to do the galaxy a greater good than the Empire could. Much of what the Empire did never set right with the young man and he did not hide that. (He was a rebel from the moment he knew what one was). To the front lines he went with a medical bag in hand and an image of his parents in his pocket. He just wanted to help and he knew that his type of training would be a rare thing for that side of the war. He was right but his personal views got in the way and nearly got him killed.

He was part of rescue crew after a battle and was in the field patching up wounded when he heard a trooper groan quietly. The surgeon went to do what surgeons do, help a wounded man. The battle was over. Confrontation with one of the Lieutenants happened and in the end the trooper was murdered out right and he was shot several times and left for dead. A small team aligned with the Empire was collecting bodies and witnessed the event. They decided to take the supposedly dead doctor with them. The Empire saved his life and since that day he has worked for them. Not because he feels they are most just than the New Republic but because they don't get in his way.

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Character Quote: The difference between you and me is that I make this look good.
Theme Song:

Imperial Record: Record expunged when he joined the Empire.
Anything Else:

• Aiming To Misbehave
• Still going with Spaceballs :P

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Name: Jesman Abigtess Cartchri
Aliases: Commodore; Jes by only closest friends
Age: 39
Species: Human
Homeworld: Kuat
Allegiance: Empire
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Female
Languages: Galaxia
Occupation: Commodore; "Captain" Of The Vindicator

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 124lbs
Build: Lean
Eyes: Bright Blue
Hair: Light Mahogany Chestnut
Skin Tone: Creamy pale peach
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Left ear pierced only; burn scars on her inner forearms
Personal Style: Considering the fact she has been a member of the Imperial Starfleet since she was able to join her style usually includes, clothing wise, her uniform. Even when in civilian clothing she dresses as if she was in a uniform. Fitted slacks, similarly designed jackets and dress shirts beneath, boots, and so forth.

Her make-up is clean and no nonsense, keeping just enough to be considered refined without being over done. She wears a single earring but refuses the pierce the other ear for some odd reason. Her hair is 90% of the time kept slicked back in a tight bun, twist, or braid. The few times she wears it down, it comes to her shoulders and rests there in simple waves held out of her face with a basic headband with no frills.

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Caring * Demanding * Loyal * Reckless * Humorous * Hot-Tempered

Sexuality: Hetero-Sexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Depending on who you ask Jesmand is either the perfect person to be in charge of a vessel such as the Vindicator or the worst. A creative mind that can easily come up with original ideas to solve situations she is facing; the ability to think and act quickly during a crisis. She is fiercely loyal, caring for those under her command and even has a tremendous sense of humor and wit about her. Carrying herself most of the time with the utmost dignity and genteelly manner, she commands respect from those around her. These all make for a fine and well rounded commander.

On the flip side, she is overly demanding of her crew, expecting perfection even under the harshest of circumstances. She can be brave to the point of recklessness, danger is rarely a factor in the decision making process. Often hot-tempered, most crew members will give her a wide berth when she is angered; some points her sense of humor comes out at the oddest times, painting an image that she is seething with sarcasm when in fact she is just being direct. A complex woman, who blurs the line between on and off-duty, that can leave many wondering just what they have gotten themselves into and when the next transfer could be made available.

Habits:

• Rubbing her hands together
• Sliding the tip of her index fingernail up and down along the side of the thumb beside it

Hobbies:

• Yoga

Fears:

• Failing her crew
• Demotion
• Being Betrayed

Likes:

• Long walks through her ship
• Reading
• Coffee
• The occasional drink
• Unique foods
• Hard-Work

Dislikes:

• Liars
• Hypocrites
• Funerals
• Getting sick
• Smoking
• Cry-babies

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General Skills:

• Leadership
• Astrogation
• Pilot (Space)
• Resilience
• Mechanics
• Perception
• Knowledge (Imperial Military)

Combat Skills:

• Discipline
• Athletics
• Brawl
• Melee
• Ranged (Heavy)
• Vigilance

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Imperial Starfleet Officers Uniform, wrist watch, gloves
• Ident Card
• Credits
• Single Pearl Stud Earring
• S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol
• Heavy Blaster Pistol Holster (Hip)

Quarters:

• Personal Trunk
• Various pictures and mementos from home (in trunk)
• Files on previous and current missions
• Numerous books; mechanics, flight patterns, planet histories
• Astro Charts
• Uniforms
• Wardrobe
• Hair pins and such
• Vibro-sword
• Thin mat for yoga

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: What choice was there for a child who grew up to be a woman on a planet who crafted and created such vessels to go into space and make their mark? She joined the Imperial Starfleet as soon as she came of age and all she ever wanted was to be in command of her own vessel. She at one point had small thoughts of switching sides to the rebels, dabbling with the idea. That was until the attack on her home world. Her allegiance was set in stone at that point.

History: For a child born on the planet of Kuat, there are a handful of choices of where your life can be. Nearly every last one of them involves star ships in some form of fashion. Children of farmers tend to become farmers, children of drive designers tend to become drive designers. Well, not always, but most of the time

Jesmand does not know who her mother was. All she does know was that the woman died in child birth and her father refused to speak about her while she was growing up. This left a little girl, on a heavily fortified planet surrounded by the Empire, being raised by a single father who designed Drives for the various ships that the Empire required. She spent her younger years alongside her father getting her hands dirty and marveling at the sights which were built before her very eyes.

When she came of age, there was no hesitation or discussion of what she would do or where she would go. She wanted to touch the stars as it were, or as close as one can realistically come to such a thing; commanding her own ship in the fleet. Her father was against it but there is something about a young person that is headstrong - They don't freaking listen to daddy! She was off without a second thought.

Years went by, slowly climbing the ranks but always keeping her nose to the grindstone and following orders. She kept her nose clean and never took any time off, save for one short period when her father died in an accident back on her home world. She left only to bury him and was back post haste. While she did love her father, she knew there was no good in dwelling on the matter. Working helped her place one foot in front of the other and carry on.

She wondered for a short period of time if she should change sides but that quickly faded away thanks to one particular incident. Now that her father was gone and her allegiance was set in stone, there as nothing to hold her back; but herself. Now while she has done nothing to have her thrown into chains, her mouth has gotten her transferred from ship to ship until finally those above her agreed. It was better to have her in charge. She had the skills, the battle tested experience; succeeding where others had failed when under temporary or battle field assignment. The Vindicator was hers and she will stop at nothing to ensure its success.

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Character Quote: Let me make this simple. There is no chain of command, there is my word or your death. Got it?
Theme Song:

Imperial Record: Record is clean as a whistle.
Anything Else:

• Transfer To Altenia
• Give you a hint - I'm surrounded by assholes!

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Name: Jahosafat Wells Moreau
Aliases: Jumping Jahosafat, Jo, Commander, Dr. Moreau
Age: 38
Birthday: November 12
Ethnicity: African
Birth Planet: Farraday
Allegiance: Alliance
Starting Location: Persephone
Gender: Male
Occupation: Research

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Height: 6'2"
Weight: 182lbs
Build: Athletics
Eyes: Chocolate
Hair: Ebony - with a touch of silver
Skin Tone: Sienna with cool undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced
Personal Style: Nothing is too good for enigmatic Doctor Moreau when it comes to his wardrobe. Some may say he dresses like a high class dandy but it doesn't phase him. Tailored suits, fitted satin vests, cuff-links, and more are just the start. It doesn't matter the job he is doing the man dresses to the nines at all times.

He keeps his hair cropped short and clean lines at all times but his facial hair can vary depending on the day. Clean shaven or five day shadow, doesn't matter to him. It is just whatever feels best at the time. (Currently he is sporting a No-So-Tight-Boxed) Studs or small loops are usually worn in his ears; nothing ostentatious but classy. Shoes are always shinned to a high gloss. (That even means rubber trim, he wants to look sharp) If his clothing gets damaged he won't be happy but that's why he carries back up outfits. One can never be too careful.

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Charming * Sarcastic * Fun-Loving * Classist * Vivacious * Arrogant

Sexuality: Metrosexual
Relationship Status: No strings attached
Personality: A man of class and refinement served with a double shot of brashness is probably the easiest way to describe Jahosafat. A charming man with a love for life and enjoying himself, even at the expense of others. He isn't cruel but he is a classist and believes that one should be with their own kind. (At least refinement wise.) Perhaps not as judgemental as some but he can look down his nose at those he feels are beneath him. His arrogance and sarcasm only add to this air that hovers around him but a quick wit can usually put people at ease.

When it comes to work, he takes far too much enjoyment in some aspects of it. Driven and focused to the task at hand, his mind is constantly working to figure things out. A perfectionist on all levels, this can leave him a bit short tempered at times, which can be seen in his mannerisms and heard in his words. Yet he is as quick to calm down as he is to anger and once a situation is over, he is done with it. Always looking forward to what is next.

Habits:

• Over animated looks/expressions
• Bobbing his head

Hobbies:

• Dancing
• Singing/Rapping

Fears:

• Ophidiophobia - Slithering mutha fuckers, just ain't right
• Arachnophobia - Creepy crawling ingrates
• Loss of Status

Likes:

• Dancing
• Singing/Rapping
• Looking all that and then some
• Joking around
• His job
• People

Dislikes:

• Untouchables
• Shoes getting dirty
• Clothing getting messed up
• People who get in the way of his work
• His scars
• Hat getting dented

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General Skills:

• Life Sciences
• Social Sciences
• Athletics
• Carouse
• Melee
• Gun Combat
• Investigate
• Medical
• Physical Sciences

Specialty Skills:

• Bio (Life Sciences)
• Genetics (Life Sciences)
• Chemistry (Physical Sciences)
• Psych (Social Sciences)
• Slug Pistol (Gun Combat)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Black tailored suit with oyster buttons, satin silver vest, black and white silken tie, gold cuff-links with his initials on them, black snake skin cowboy boots (Shiny), Ebony John Bull Top Hat
• Jewelry - Pocket Watch, small gold loop earrings, gold snake rope chain (thin)
• Wallet - ID, pictures of home, credits, credentials, key, tinted non-prescription glasses
• Medical Bag
• Various Research Files (In Bag)
• Scalpel Set (In Bag)
• Personal Music Player
• Ruger Mark II 22/45
• Ruger Mark II 22/45
• Belt with double quick draw hip holsters
• Gift From An Old Friend

Quarters:

• Extensive Wardrobe
• Larger Shoe Collection
• Even Larger Hat Collection
• Jewelry - Earrings, cuff-links, necklaces, pocket watches, etc
• Psychology Books
• Medical Journals
• Rest Of His Research Files (In hope chest)
• Extra Ammo
• Locked Hope Chest
• Crate of fresh fruit
• Tin of wrapped candies

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: I was born to wealth and privilege, a class bred like Thoroughbred Horses, why would I ever leave? With the Alliance I am able to maintain the type of life that I am accustomed to without having to fret about the untouchables and mingling is on my turf. Sure, slumming it can be an enjoyable experience but it isn't where one wishes to hang their hat at the end of the day, especially not one that cost more than the slum itself.

History: Jahosafat was born to a wealthy medical family on the moon of Farraday and given everything a child could imagine. While he needed nothing, he wanted everything and his parents gave into every whim and desire; much to his enjoyment. Yet much was expected of him as well. Parentals that instilled that the harder he played the harder he had to work. So he did and excelled in his studies, no prodigy but willing to put in the time and effort to feed his inquisitive mind.

As he grew up, the future Dr. Moreau had few friends though. A life outside of the core for the elite left few to rub elbows with that would understand the hardships that came with wealth and status. Yet, there was one. A young man a few years his junior and one that seemed to share the same love of the finer things in life that Jahosafat did, Fucking Foy. The two, while learning their own trades, caused plenty of havoc during their junior years. Though life being stuck outside of the core was not what DM wanted and he quickly joined the Alliance Military; because of family connections he was quickly moved through the ranks.

Jahosafat though did not crave the ways of a death dealer as much as his friend and went with what he was good with. Medical personnel, but between his classist nature and constant flirting with patients it was decided to transfer him from Medical to Research. The lack of oaths to follow and freedom allowed was everything he could have asked for. Developing everything from Bioweapons to new Vaccines for terraformed planets and moons; each of which had their own issues.

He served long enough to climb to the rank of Commander before retiring and taking on a private contract with a Research Facility on Persephone. The perfect place for him to work and party; to which he has done much of both over the years. The Company has been trying to get him to get his hands dirty by taking on a contract with the Alliance to work on research concerning Reavers. Something he has turned down the last three years. That was until he received word from his dear mother that an old friend was working on a ship docked for repairs on the planet. A few calls and his bags were packed. Time to say hello.

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Character Quote:

• The Difference between you and me is I make this look good.
• Never drum on a white lady's boobies at a big redneck dance.
• This definitely rates a 9.0 on my weird shit O-Meter.

Theme Song:

Alliance Record: Records don't exist for those that reveal their truths.
Anything Else:

• The Fallen Seraphim
• Dr. Mathias for this character
• Was given his nickname Jumping Jahosafat because of the way he jumped high while excited when he was younger.

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Name: Adamm Papen Homburg
Aliases: A, Father, Boss
Age: 59
Birthday: November 9
Ethnicity: German-American
Gender: Male
Languages: English(fluent), German(fluent)

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Height: 6'3"
Weight: 197lbs
Build: Solid
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Pale Blonde - Graying
Skin Tone: Weathered
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Long scar that runs from over his right eye brow, around his eye and down his cheek; both hands covered in burn scars.

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Cunning * Megalomaniac

Personality: Adamm is a ruthless individual that is good at getting what he wants and what he wants is well everything. He has no conscience and believe that those below him are to do what he wants; if they do not he will not end them, only make them wish he would. Now this may seem comical at times, even to himself but he is very set in his beliefs. Sadly he is cunning enough to get others to follow him. This adds to the problem, the more that follow him the more convinced in his own superiority he becomes.

He had the mentality that should have been locked away long before the outbreak and some tried, but since the world went to hell he has entered his own version of paradise. Those around him share this vision after a time; those that don't beg for release only to never have it obtained. While he does not believe he is God he does believe he is the next best thing. May Adamm have mercy...

Habits:

• Clicks his tongue
• Bites his lip

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Rifle
• Handgun
• Explosives
• Interrogation
• German History

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Leadership
• Subterfuge
• Oppression
• Brain Washing
• Manipulation

Current Supplies:

• Brown Slacks, boots, under shirt, button down over shirt, leather coat
• Lugar Pistol
• box of .21mm
• Grandfathers ID
• Single Grenade
• Jerky

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Character Quote: I'm not God but I am the Father.
Theme Song: The Eternal Forest By Brunuh Ville

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Name: Nathen Shelly Carlisle
Aliases: Cain, Frankenstein's Monster, Nate
Age: 54
Birthday: February 19th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Languages: English(fluent), German(spotty)

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Height: 6'6"
Weight: 253lbs
Build: Robust
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde - Greying
Skin Tone: Rough
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None visible

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Cruel * Machiavellian

Personality: Nathen is for lack of a better term a rather cruel individual and he has been that way since long before the outbreak. The outbreak has given him the freedom to do what he wishes when he wishes without consequence. The fact he can be rather charismatic and cunning only makes things that much easier for him to draw people in until it is too late.

He revels in the things he is charged to do and enjoys finding new and interesting ways to brainwash people. If what he has been after cannot be obtained through subversion, physical infliction is not beyond him; in fact he looks forward to those that he has to break in a more neanderthalic nature.

Habits:

• Shaking out his hand
• Pacing

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Intimidation
• Psychology
• Surveillance
• Handguns
• Subduing Techniques

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Chemicals
• Arson
• Torture
• Human Anatomy
• Facial Reading

Current Supplies:

• Khakis Pants, White T-Shirt, Dress Shirt, Hunting Vest, Boots, Bandana
• Pocket Knife
• Beretta 9
• Full Spare Clip
• Compass
• Water Bottle

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Character Quote: You are the ant, I am the magnifying glass, Boss is the Sun
Theme Song: Ghost Song - Max Ablitzer

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Name: Lola Rebekah Holler
Aliases: Tank Girl, Sarg
Age: 32
Birthday: October 14th
Ethnicity: Kiwi
Birth Place: Wellington, New Zealand
Location: Fort Knox, Kentucky
Gender: ~looks between her legs~ No danglies.
Major/Minor: Bitch Please....
Occupation: Tank Commander, New Zealand Army
Languages: English

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Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120lbs
Build: Lean
Eyes: Aquamarine
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Skin Tone: Pale Peach
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears have multiple piercings, kiwi tattoo on her left butt cheek

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Dedicated * Twisted * Fearless * Brash

Sexuality: Hey, I'll give anything a try once, probably twice
Relationship Status: Married to her Tank
Personality: Hey, I'm pretty fucking cool! I am always right there right in the middle of everything, shit just doesn't phase me. Why should it? What? Am I going to sit there with my knees knocking and piss my pants? Well that won't get me anywhere other than being the lunch special for Walker Burger. And seriously, if you're my friend, well girl (or guy) I'll be there. I might be laughing my ass off as you trip and an Eater is about to bite your bloody ankles but don't get your knickers in a wad. I'll kill it before it actually bites you.

Okay, sure I am not the most orthodox person. I am a bit twisted. So bite me, lick me, torture me. I like pain. Have to find joy in the little things in life don't we? And of course I don't have a filter on my fucking mouth. Cursing is fun and fuck, well have you ever heard the history of that word? It is fucking fantabulous! It is like my version of smurf! Now, got a TV? I don't want to miss Bay Watch.
Habits:

• Grinning sadistically
• Breaking out into song at the oddest times

Hobbies:

• Working on her tank

Fears:

• Losing her tank
• Tasmanian Devils
• Needles

Likes:

• Smoking
• Drinking
• Cursing
• Painting her nails
• Fixing up her tank
• Cutting things with her scissors
• Singing
• Dancing
• Weapons
• Being over the top
• Styling it like she was in Mad Max
• Cole Porter

Dislikes:

• Being confined other than in her tank
• Water park enclosed tubes
• Straitjackets
• People who pray on children
• Liars
• Power abusers
• Being told to conform

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Hand Guns
• Tank Operations
• Rifles
• Hand To Hand Combat
• Mechanics

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Engineering
• Water Purification
• Extreme Home Decor
• Knife
• Welding

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - This! (Not even attempting to describe)
• Couple of cases of Beer
• Knife
• Scissors
• 1/4 Case Of MRE's
• Britta Water Filter Jug
• Make-up
• Baby Wipes
• Kimel AP-9 (20 round magazine - 7 shots left)
• Heavily Modified M5A1 Stuart (Aka Tank)

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Your First Walker Encounter: Bitching, so get this shit. I was in the Mess Hall at Fort Knox, you know minding my own damn business and trying to get used to American Food. I mean it ain't bad but what is this shit they call grits? Right, so anywho. I was sitting and eating with this fucktard starts choking on a raisin of all damn things. He ends up keeling over. Great. I just keep eating because I am not a fucking doctor or mortician. Before they could get there he decides he wants more to eat but he is eating off menu. Raisins be deadly!!!

History Before Outbreak: Okay, well shit for me was pretty every day when I was a young kiwi. I had fun, I cut my Barbie's hair, I got into trouble but not enough to get tossed into jail or anything. Loved shoving mentos into diet coke. Shit like that. Your average hyper active girl that caused more than one gray hair to sprout from my parents head. School was okay but fuck, why the hell would I want to do more than just what I needed to? It wasn't like I was a fucking rocket scientist or anything, I just liked getting my hands dirty and extreme situations. Well not totally extreme, I totally sucked at surfing but don't tell anyone that; someone from New Zealand that can't surf? Be like saying that you were the pope but not catholic. You get weird looks.

I guess it was kind of a surprise to my parents when I signed up for the Army. I mean how can someone with my fashion sense be expected to wear a uniform? But fucking aces, I loved it! I laid eyes on a tank for the first time and suddenly every other man I had ever laid eyes on was inadequate. You know what I am saying. I started out as a driver, then was made a gunner - Po-po-po-pow! Eventually the fucktards, I mean the brass decided that I should be put in charge. Bwhahahahahaha!!! Oh that was the day, should have seen the look on the Col.'s face when he got the promotions list. I think he shit himself, it was priceless.

So yeah, shit was going well and all. There were some wars and such around the world, when the fuck aren't there - well before the outbreak that is. Anywho... You yanks wanted to do some war exercises and do that whole cross military relations thing. So out to Fort Knox it was, wherever the fuck that is. I got to meet a bunch of really damn fine guys and I think it shocked the shit out of them to see a girl commanding a tank instead of giving them band-aides. But hey, I showed them I know how to handle things. It was loads of fun. That was....

History Since Outbreak: Until that whole fucking outbreak thing. We had gotten some word in here and there about weird freak outs but from what the Yanks were saying shit like that happened; especially in Florida. Hey, isn't that were Micky Mouse is from? Fuck, okay as I was saying. Shit hit the fan and a lot of the guys were called out places. I thought me and my crew were going to get shipped back home but well that didn't fucking happened and I was grounded. Granted I didn't fucking care. I wasn't Jet, I was Tank Girl. I like being on the ground. Fucking good that I had my tank with me. I ain't letting that beast go for nothing.

Fuck, where was I? Oh yeah. So like everything was as fucked up as a monkey fucking football bat. (Heard some Yank say that) Folks eating folks, dead men walking. Was really twisted and coming from me that is saying something. A lot of us when everything fell apart just stayed at Knox and did what we could to fucking stay alive. I mean we had enough MRE's to feed a third world country, some walls, and a lot of fucking weapons and ammo. Every thing you needed to survive. Or so we fucking thought.

It was good for about the first two years. We lost some of course and had to kill some. Shit happens. But some of us were still alive. It would get boring though. I mean shit, when there is not Bay Watch you try to find other shit to do. Part of that is learning shit. I really should have gone to college, well fuck that maybe not but you get my damn point. So I learned shit and taught shit, and got bored... Really fucking bored. So I grabbed a few fellow head cases and we got to work remodeling my baby. He is fucking sweetly decked out now, complete with deck. Well not deck but hey, I have a grill! Girl has to have a grill.

Then people got sick, I went out to make a medical run but by the time I got back everything was over run. I was the only one left. ~hangs head and pours out half a beer in memory~ So it was time to move on. Luckily my bay runs on pretty much anything. Trust me, he has an iron stomach. And I don't go anywhere without my tank. So I started driving around. Hadn't really found anywhere that wanted me other than for my tank and sorry gents, we come as a package deal. A few fights along the way, lots of killing walkers or running them over. Now I am headed towards this place called Newnan? Newman? Salad Dressing? Right, anywho! I see a wall! Time to knock and see if anyone is home.

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Character Quote: BRUSH YOUR TEETH!!!
Theme Song:

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Not enough?
How Many People Have You Killed: ~points to the stamps on the side of her tanks~ Why don't you count
Why: The little blue bird told me to.
Anything Else: ~in previous Cs~

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Name: Johanne Célia Ballard
Aliases: Jo, Eagle Eye
Age: 34 At Time Of Cryostasis (164 - Born 1926 - Taken 1960)
Birthday: December 22nd
Ethnicity: British(1/16th Burmese)
Birth Place: Chiswick, London, England, UK
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Oxford
Occupation: MI6/Wetwork Agent
Languages: English, Burmese, German, Russian, Korean, Italian

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Height: 5'5"
Weight: 128lbs
Build: Athletic/Lean
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pair of bullet wound scars just above her heart

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Refined * Brash * Introspective * Sarcastic * Outside-Of-The-Box Thinking * Confrontational

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality: Jo is what might be pictured more of a woman of revolution than a woman who was raised during the era she was. Outspoken, never settling and confrontational towards any who would think to put her into her place. She was ahead of her times but that would not stop her. She is unyielding and does not bend. Quick to take point she can come off as brash and sarcastic, which she is much of the time, but she knows what she is doing and never doubts herself.

Underneath it all though she is can be very kind and sympathetic. Introspective she knows the duality of her nature. One half what some would think of as a what a woman should be; refined, loving, nurturing. The other is everything else that she is. Though she does not let this hold her back and her out of the box style of thinking helped her in her era to blend while taking major leaps forward.

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General World Skills:

• Disguise
• Negotiation
• Con
• Interrogation
• Torture

Combat Skills:

• Throwing Weapons
• Hand To Hand
• Sniper
• Sword
• Improvised Explosives

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Jo is a woman from a different era, the last generation of stockings and garters; refinement and class, press powdered faces and perfectly quaffed hair. Jo, was not this. At least not all of the time. Growing up she was a tom boy, her fathers pride and joy even though he was never granted a son to carry on the family name. Little did he know she would carry it far longer than any in her family could ever had.

Miss Ballard excelled in school, especially in the field of languages and fencing, obtaining a scholarship to Oxford; something nearly unheard of for her gender during that period. Her ability to handle herself both in and out of the classroom garnered the attention of MI during WWII and she was recruited to by an operative. Trained to be deadly, she excelled much further in the arts of killing than she did in the art of seduction.

Being a member of MI6, she worked closely with the agents of MI5 and helped with many missions during the tail end of the war and the cold wars that would follow. Spending time under cover in Germany, Italy, Russia and even Korea during the "Military Conflict" which arose there and was even present at the Bandung Conference; MI sending here there because of her fluency in Burmese and her families ties to the country.

She was one of the first targeted for Project Destini. During a conflict deep within Russian borders in 1960 she was shot twice in the chest and thought KIA. Destini came and scoped her up. The bullets had missed her heart, piercing her lung instead. After surgery she was kept under until she could be moved to Cryostasis and placed into the tomb where she has slept for the last over 100 years, her mind being bombarded with information over all these years to see if it was truly capable to teach an old dog new tricks.

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Character Quote: For Queen and country.
Theme Song: I've Heard That Song Before - Helen Forrest
Anything Else: Jo is ambidextrous

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Name: Belladonna Elizaveta Crypt
Aliases: I need one not. Let them remember my name.
Age: I am timeless my dear.
Birthday: Why October 31st, did you expect anything different?
Ethnicity: I am a Crypt, we are everywhere
Birth Place: I am not sure, my mother spoke of darkness and dank. How the wolves howled and bayed at the moon. So, Jersey?
Place of Residency: (I need a house, an old house, a creepy house, you get the idea)
Hometown: Walla Walla Washington
Gender: Exceptionally Feminine
Highest Level of Education: Private Tutors - Major Spells and Hexes
Occupation: Witch
Languages: English, Latin

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Height: 5'9'
Weight: 130lbs
Body Type: Willowy
Eye Color: Black as Midnight
Hair Color and Style: Shimmering Onyx, long single layer that is straight as a ridged corpse.
Skin Tone: Pale as the moon
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: One does not blemish perfection my child
Personal Style: Black is a happy color, bodices let you cherish those shallow breaths, hobble skirts make you walk with purpose, and heels allow you to look down on mere mortals. The only color permissible other than black is red and it may only be in two places. Your nails and your lips; remind those dealing with you that blood is the tinge of life.

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Devoted * Ambivalent * Refined * Morbid

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married
Personality: How can one describe Belladonna? Refined, for she is. She always carries herself with the utmost respect and purpose. A glance, a step, a breath is never wasted. She will observe those around them and while it may look like she is passing judgement, well she is. Can't lie there. She is quiet, never one to raise her voice or be thrown for a loop, she just presses on as a lady should in her mind. She will smirk from time to time but rarely ever laugh or chortle. It is just not in her nature.

She can be rather ambivalent about situations, as if to look at people and say "What is all the fuss about?" She just does not understand people's propensity to be dramatic. She can be very morbid but looking at her would one really expect much less. A devoted woman, one does not mess with her family in any manner. She is passionate about them and while only visually and vocally loving towards her husband, she holds her children and extended family close to her breast.
Habits:

• Standing perfectly still
• Dramatic eye movement
• Weaving fingers together

Hobbies:

• Pruning roses
• Fencing
• Whips and Chain activities
• Dancing

Fears:

• Loosing her husband
• Loosing her children
• Debbie

Likes:

• Black
• Spiders
• Dust
• Webs
• Dancing
• Knitting
• Wake The Dead
• Cemeteries
• Ravens
• Lightning

Dislikes:

• Pastels
• Frilly things
• Rose buds
• Sunny Days
• Birds singing
• Dr. Seuss Children's Books

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General Skills:

• Driving
• Cooking
• Knitting
• Research
• Improvisation
• Herbology

Combat Skills:

• Spells And Hexes
• Swords
• Divination
• Whips

Day to Day Belongings:

• Lipstick
• Pouch (Contains herbs, vial of blood, vial of cyanide)
• Cloak
• Keys
• ID
• Ankh Ring
• Pentagram Necklace
• Personal Spell Book
• Small Crystal Ball
• Whip

Possessions Kept at Home:

• Collection of Swords
• Cauldron
• Spell Books
• Herbology Books
• Hex Books
• Bones, lots of bones
• China Cabinet of Spell ingredients (Eye of Newt, Dragon's Tongue, you get the idea)
• Alter
• Lots of Black clothing
• Crystal Ball
• A Mummy (why? I have no clue, it looks awesome in the corner though, like a year long Christmas Tree)

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Life Before The Apocalypse: Life was wonderful. How could it not be for a wife and mother? She did what most women do. She loved her husband and raised her children. Okay, sure instead of packing banana's and apples in their lunches she gave them tongue sandwiches and prunes. She did give them cookies however; girl scout cookies made from real girl scouts. She loved her husband, sure a good sound thrashing with a whip was needed now and again but he did ask for it. (No seriously, he begged.) When she was younger she did what all little girls did; conjured spirits, went trick or treating (usually on Christmas), and so forth. Sure she sold her soul to Satan but hey she wasn't using it and he was a dear friend of the family. (At least that is what her mother told her). So why not?

She did not attend school like most, she had private tutors. There really wasn't a Spells and Hexes program at Big Bend Community College in Moses Lake. Though she did spend a summer there, wonder old run down Lawson Air Force Base. Granted it is more of house for thugs now but hey, those little darlings do know how to have a good time. She traveled a lot, seeking out the dark forces to join their hellish crusades but that had to go on the back burner after marriage and children. They need a mothers touch and one that isn't from beyond the grave.

Life Leading Up To the Apocalypse // What Brings You to Altsoba: She has lived here for sometime, sure it isn't Jersey or Walla Walla Washington but the place does have some wonderful pull. Or was that last nights dinner? Either way, she moved here about five years ago. Something just drew her here. Seriously, on the wall with a fire poker, that floated. Being the woman she is, she packed up her family and bought a wonderful little abode. The place was by the cemetery and for some reason so much cheaper than the rest of the houses in town. Do these people not know value when they see it? Oh well, their loss was her gain.

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Theme Song:

Deviances: She's a witch, with style. >.>
Extra Information: Turtles, make such excellent stew. >.>
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Vera Edith Munn
Aliases: The Librarian, Catastrophe
Age: 27
Birthday: September 25th, 1897
Ethnicity: Half British - Half Egyptian
Birth Place: London, England
Residence: Grand Continental Hotel
How Long In Cairo: 2 years
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Egyptology/Archeology
Occupation: Librarian - Museum Of Antiquities Cairo
Languages: English*, Egyptian Arabic*, Hebrew, Ancient Egyptian (Archaic through Late)

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115lbs
Build: Thin
Eyes: Hazel Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale with golden and olive undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears Pierced
Personal Style: Vera does not seem to worry about how she looks, more interested in what she knows. She tends to wear clothing that is a bit mannish in all honesty; opting for jodhpurs and oversized cardigans at times or just large dress shirts and a lower shin length simple skirt. Fashion is not a concern of hers but she will adorn the local wear from time to time when she feels like it.

While an attractive woman to some she tones down her looks because of her clothing, though not intentionally. It just doesn't concern her. Form and function. Her hair is usually kept pulled back with wisps of uncontrolled curls around her face or just left long down to the center of her back. She does wear make up but it is minimal; the most evident being the eye liner she will sometimes wear in small homage to her Egyptian heritage. (Because I mean come on, who doesn't love that look in the 1920's Egypt?)

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Confident * Skittish * Passionate * Relentless * Enthusiastic * Clumsy

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Vera is a kind spirit who loves what she loves; Egypt. She is very devoted to her family and would be to her friends if she had any. She tries to find the good in situations but it not naive enough to believe that everyone has good within them. Relentless in her pursuits she is extremely passionate and enthusiastic when it comes to history, research, and artifacts. Perhaps she would be this way with people as well but she has little contact with them other than what is required from day to day.

A bit of a loner, she keeps to herself but much of that is because her nose is either in a book or because she is a bit of a klutz and tends to cause situations without even knowing it until it is too late. While very confidant in her abilities and her knowledge, she can be skittish at times and will cower back until forced with no other option than to deal with a situation personally. It is not that she is a coward, she just know where her skills lay and combat is not one of them. Her words are her sword and armor but she is well aware that a blade can pierce through them if she is not careful.

She is rather logical and resourceful when it comes to thing, trying to think outside the box if she can in situations and she never turns down a chance to actually get into the field and work hands on despite her fears. While not an Atheist she does not believe in fairy tales as she called them; she believes if she can see it and touch it, then it is real. Until that moment it is still up for debate.

Habits:

• Mumbling to herself when she reads
• Reading while she is walking around
• Biting her bottom lip
• Wringing her hands when nervous

Hobbies:

• Swimming
• Studying her Uncles Case

Fears:

• Scorpions
• Flying
• Never finding who she believe was her Uncles killer

Likes:

• Tea
• Egyptian Artifacts
• The smell of books
• Cats
• Talking about history
• Pointing out a mistranslation made by another

Dislikes:

• Anything that startles her
• Liars
• Thieves
• Grave Robbers
• Messes she causes on accident
• Vandals
• Those who refuse to see truth

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General World Skills:

• R/W Ancient Egyptian
• R/W Hebrew
• Decipher hieratics
• Decipher hieroglyphics
• History (Ancient Egypt)
• Mythology (Ancient Egypt)
• Research
• Excavation
• Coding And Cataloging the Library System of Egyptian Museum

Combat Skills:

• Focus
• Mental Stamina
• Swimming
• Riding (Camel)
• Riding (Horse)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Calf length khaki skirt that buttons down the front with deep pockets on either side of the hips; brown leather belt; white oversized dress shirt with grey pin-striping; black silk scarf; reading glasses (even though she doesn't need them); low healed black and white shoes
• Gold necklace with locket that holds a picture of her mother on one side and her father on the other
• Gold earrings with black onyx stone
• Purse - small comb, her papers, passport, some money, key to her hotel room, fountain pen
• Several pieces of blank paper
• Piece of charcoal wrapped in wax paper

Residence:

• Archeologist kit
• Uncles Case File - Death papers, interviews she has conducted and so forth
• Books on Egypt
• Typewriter
• Picture of her Parents
• Picture of her Uncle and her at KV62
• Clothing
• Uncles Papers
• Notes from work
• Trunk of Family Mementos
• Egyptian Mau named Merneith

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What Brings You To Cairo: Vera had always been intrigued, if not completely obsessed, with Egypt since she was a small girl. When Carter, who was funded by her uncle, was growing close to what he felt was a discovery she pleaded with her Uncle to let her join him in Egypt. He agreed and she was on her way; taking a job at the Egyptian Museum.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Vera was born in London England. Her father was an archeologist and her mother was an Egyptian that he met on a dig in Thebes. She grew up with a simple life in London, going to school and her parents indulging her every desire to learn more about her mothers native land; making sure she could speak both her parents languages fluently as she grew up. Vera adored every moment of it, her nose usually in a book than doing anything else.

Her parents preferred it that way, she was never a graceful child. Seemingly always a clutz on some level but they could never be sure if that was just because she had two left feet or simply the effect of her having said nose in a book as she walked and never paying attention to anything else going on around her. Either way, she learned the basics - Riding, Swimming - but other than that she spent her time either in school or studying Egypt on her own.

When she was in her first year at Whitelands College, studying to be a teacher, her parents were killed in a plane crash on their way back from Egypt on Holiday. Vera was crushed but her uncle quickly took her under his wing and ensured that she finished her education. She took a job teaching after college but was never satisfied with it. She wanted to be in the field. It wasn't until later on when her uncle finally agreed, that she would be able to leave England and peruse something closer to where her passion lay; Egypt.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: It has been interesting to say the least. She was privileged to be one of the first to see within KV62 and all the wonders it held. When her uncle died though things changed. It didn't stop her love of Egypt, in fact it fueled it. She wanted and still wants to prove that it wasn't some silly curse that took her uncle from this world but hard facts and science. Yet being a woman provides many limitations even if her uncle made sure she was financially secure before he passed. She has continued to work for the museum since then, trying to figure out just exactly what did happen. Thankfully the curator feels like he owes her uncle and keeps her on staff. (Otherwise she would have been fired for being a clutz the day the man died.)

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Character Quote:

• I... am a librarian.
• You know, nasty little fellows such as yourself always get their comeuppance. Always.
• Have you got any bright ideas?
• It's not stealing, it's borrowing.
• Patience is a virtue.
• Oops...
• It was an accident!
• No harm ever came from reading a book.

Theme Song: Kate Bush - Egypt
"I cannot stop to comfort them.
I'm busy chasing up my demon.
Oh, I'm in love with Egypt."
Anything Else:

• Isis
• Enter Eden
• The woman cannot hold her liquor
• Is right handed

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Name: Aziza Bastet Tarek
Aliases: Azi, Godiva
Age: 24
Birthday: October 13th, 1899
Ethnicity: Egyptian
Birth Place: Al-Fayoum, Faiyum, Egypt
Residence: Gheit el Idda, apartment on Shari Muhammad Akbar 6th block from corner of Shari Abd El Aziz
How Long In Cairo: 8 years
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Belly Dancer/Information Acquisition Specialist - Alf Leyla Salah at Opera Square
Languages: Egyptian Arabic*, Hebrew*, English

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Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115lbs
Build: Slender/Toned
Eyes: Crystal Blue
Hair: Ash Brown
Skin Tone: Tanned Porcelain
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Lobes on each ear twice and cartilage on left ear are pierced as well as her left nostril and belly button. She has an intricate tattoo that rides from her waste and down along her upper left thigh; only the top part is exposed when she is in costume. Her skin has a few faded scars that she will not speak about.
Personal Style: Being a woman who was stripped of everything she had she has become a bit of a fashionista at this point in her life. She loves to find new and interesting ways to update her traditional costumes when on stage and incorporate it into her acts. Though while not overly fond of dresses she is limited because of her profession and the current styles as well as acceptability of such things as slacks on women in this part of the world (More so than perhaps in other nations.)

When not working she will wear the latest trend if she can. Her heels tend though to be a little higher than most womens, wanting the added height they provide. She will wear intricate henna on her hands and up her wrists most of the time and accent her eyes with dramatic make up. When though she can ride you will find her in a split of what she may wear. When just riding she will wearing riding pants and boots but when she is practicing she will adorn a traditional costume; wanting to ensure she knows how her skirts and veils will flow during each trick.

Her hair usually worn down or just lightly pinned back with a comb. While on stage she will wear extravagant head dresses that keep her hair out of her face while she performs but let it fall down the length of her back and below from there.

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Caring * Blunt * Compassionate * Quick-Tempered * Enchanting * Calculating

Sexuality: Omnisexual
Relationship Status: Divorced (Husband divorced her)
Personality: Aziza has a dual personality, or at least it can seem that she does. When working she is charismatic to the patrons and down right enchanting when performing. She is bright and seductive when on stage, knowing best when the flash of a smile or smoltry look of her eyes is most needed. She knows hot to look at someone and see through their facades while keeping her wall up tight. She has a caring and compassionate side to her that helps her in her work but she also knows how to use this to her advantage; calculating in her every move and thought.

Thought on the flip side she is quick to anger and very blunt; which in this day and age has worked against her many times. Yet she has learned to bite her tongue and use her quick-wits to smooth over situations that could quickly escalate to something far worse than just a mere exchange of words. If she had not been born a woman she would have done well in politics without question. Outside of work she keeps her walls up as much as she does when in the bar. Ever cautious of men that approach her and not trusting them usually because of her past.

Habits:

• Winking
• Biting her bottom lip
• Rolling her eyes

Hobbies:

• Gymnastics
• Henna

Fears:

• Being buried alive
• Suffocation
• Being stones to death

Likes:

• Coffee
• Reading
• New Music Trends
• New Dance Trends
• Riding
• A Good Laugh

Dislikes:

• Sugar or milk in her coffee (It isn't tea folks!)
• Extremists
• Hypocrites
• Religion
• Wet Weather
• Her Ex-Husband

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General World Skills:

• Dance
• Singing
• Henna
• R/W English
• Gymnastics
• Diplomacy
• Facade
• People Reading
• Acute Observation

Combat Skills:

• Trick Riding (Horse)
• Knife (Throwing)
• Breaking and Entering
• Stamina
• Flexibility

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Currently she is adorned in a bronzed belly dancer dress, barefooted
• Purse/Wallet - Money, key for home, ID Papers (False birth location), papers for her horse, small throwing blade
• Gold arm band
• Gold ankle bracelet
• Various gold bangles
• Gold and pearl earrings
• Sheer bronze veil
• Matching bronze shoes in her dressing room
• Headdress
• Necklace

Residence:

• Numerous Costumes/Veils
• Veils
• Extensive collection of coin belts
• Collection of Jewelry
• Henna materials
• The piece of cloth they wrapped her son in when he was born
• Various sets of shoes
• Hair combs
• Head dresses
• Trick Riding Gear for Horse
• Arabian Stallion named Drahl

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What Brings You To Cairo: After her husband divorced her and took her son away from her she was forced out of her home town by the populace. She was left no choice but to leave, being run out of her town and away from the only life she had ever known as the stones hit her trying to kill her before she could leave. She traveled to Cairo in hopes of a new life and perhaps one day leaving the country to start life a new.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Aziza was born far more pale skinned than her siblings with rare blue eyes. She was the apple of her mothers eye and a treasure for her father; monetarily that was. The youngest of six children and the only daughter in a devote Muslim family who were known for their fine line of Arabian Horses. She was raised to know all that a wife should know; cleaning, wifely duties, though her father did allow her to learn trick riding to better show the ability of her families steeds. Though her mother, behind her fathers back taught her how to read and write both Egyptian Arabic and Hebrew. (Her grandmother had been born a Jew and forced to convert) What little free time she had she spent singing and dancing to pass the time, often entertaining her family and her families guests.

At the age of 14, Aziza was married off to a local politician to be his forth wife. He was much older than she, older than her father even. He found her beauty alluring, her voice and dance mesmerizing, and her eyes enchanting. His other three wives had yet to produce a male heir for him and he hoped with the rarity of her eye color it would transpose into a son for him. A gem to give him one he could pass the family name and wealth down to. Within a year of the arranged marriage, Aziza had indeed produced a male heir and her husband could not have been happier. Because of this she was put as the most prized wife and the other wives plotted against her to have her removed from the household. Gossip travels fast and by the time her son was a year old the elders of the city were convinced that she had an affair. Her husband divorced her quickly and refused to let her take his only son with her.

The city planned and tried to stone her to death the morning she fled the area on foot. They cracked several of her ribs, broke her arm and nose before she managed to escape with only the clothing on her back. Having no where to turn and no one she could go to she set out to try to survive but there was not much for a woman with no male with her. For a time she resorted petty theft to survive and at night practiced with knives so that if should ever someone try to lay their hands on her again she would have a way to defend herself. There was not much else she could practice. She slowly worked her way north until she reached Cairo.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: When she arrived in Cairo she found a small bar that was willing to put her up in exchange for work. She started scrubbing and cleaning but one night the owner heard her singing to herself and decided she could be better put to use on stage. From there she was schooled in the art of belly dancing, gathering information that could be sold through observation, how to read people, how to keep people from reading her, and more.

Little by little she was able to stash away money and was eventually taken under the wing of a former British officer who was able to see behind the cold and to the pain within her. He was kind and taught her English, putting her up in a better life style and helping opening the door for her in a more predominant area of the city; even purchasing her a horse at one point so that she could ride once again.

He passed away sadly two years ago and while she is still doing well for herself, she yet does not have enough to flee the country to try to find a life away fully from her past. She spends her evenings working and her days rehearsing and practicing. She still thinks of her son each and every day, hoping one day she will see him again but she rests no hope in that.

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Character Quote: What are you fighting for?
Theme Song: Burn With Me - Amaranthe (Acoustic)
Anything Else:

• Where's My Gun
• Isis
• She is Zatara Lyo's Great-Great Grandmother
• She is Left Handed

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Name: Abbas Benidain Zien
Aliases: Abba, Beni
Age: 44
Birthday: May 5th, 1880
Ethnicity: Lebanese
Birth Place: Sidon Lebanon
Residence: Prison Department
How Long In Cairo: 3 months
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Con-Artist
Languages: Lebanese*, Hebrew*, English, Egyptian Arabic

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 135lbs
Build: Emaciated
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Sand worn
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Thieves brand on his inner wrist, numerous lash mark scars on his back and back of his thighs
Personal Style: This man has no style and probably no personal hygiene. He wears whatever he can get his grubby little paws on. Don't get me wrong, if someone else is paying for it he will dress to the nines but he can never manage to keep anything long enough to actually have a style. You will see him in whatever rags he can find or whatever clothing he can steal off someone's clothing line over night.

He tries to keep his face shaven to a point and his hair trimmed but it never lasts. Sure he will wear a hat as long as he has one, he likes Fez's; they stay in place. His teeth could use some attention but hey, who has time for that when you have sheep to fleece? The fact he even has clothing on at all currently is a surprise. I guess the prison department wanted to make sure to hide his last found of lashings.

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Quick-Wit * Manipulative * Resourceful * Ruthless * Entrepreneurial * Unethical

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: #Foreveralone
Personality: Abbas is ruthless, cutthroat, and a down right pain in the ass - and those are his good qualities. He is ever the manipulator and doing what ever it takes to get the most payment for the least amount of work. He will steal, lie, and plot to get his way. Sure he hasn't killed anyone personally but he is responsible for the deaths of at least nearly one-hundred people.

Some how though he keeps ticking, always able to wiggle his way out of the noose or the firing squad. How no one seems to know but he knows just what to say and when to keep someone from pulling the trigger. It is what has kept him alive this long but how much longer is anyone's guess. Whatever it is, he will continue to do it as long as it keeps him alive.
Habits:

• Nervously giggles
• Picking at his nails

Hobbies:

• Gambling

Fears:

• Dying in Prison
• Being Hung
• Being exposed

Likes:

• Money
• Power
• Conning
• Gambling
• Cards
• Leaving people out in the desert to rot
• Booze

Dislikes:

• Morals
• Goodie Goodies
• A deal falling through
• Jail
• Religion
• Anyone in a place of authority

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General World Skills:

• Face Reading
• Observation
• Conning
• Breaking And Entering
• Street-Smarts
• Pick-pocketing
• Survival
• Facades
• Casino Games (Roulette, Cards, etc)

Combat Skills:

• Riding (Horse)
• Riding (Camel)
• Swimming
• Pistols
• Shotgun

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Pair of ragged pants and shirt; Fez
• Purse/Wallet - ID, a little cash (in the possession of the warden)

Residence:

• NADA!
• This spot is for an animal only - Cat, Goat, Horse, Camel (Basic animal, nothing special about it. It may not even obey every command.)

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What Brings You To Cairo: Well you see he was a little down on his luck. He figured he needed to get a hold of some cash and get it fast. He wasn't in Cairo yet but he was on his way and had managed to manipulate a family that was traveling there to help him get to the city. Before they arrived though they had found he had stolen from them. He was delivered to the prison hog tied and gagged.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Born in Lebanon he has no idea who his parents are. He was placed in an orphanage when he was found as a toddler roaming the streets. He was smaller and weaker than the rest of the kids growing up there and was picked on horribly. It was there he learned how to manipulate. Doing what he could to survive. Pitting the keepers at the orphanage against any kid that messed with him.

He ran away from there by the time he was twelve and went back to the streets. Falling in with gangs and despite not being tough, was still able to work his way up and get what he wanted. That was until he was 17 and he was caught red handed in the middle of robbing a high ranking political official. He was sentenced to serving in the foreign legion. He served with them until WWI. It was during a battle that he finally had his chance to escape but it was at the cost of his fellow soldiers. Trapping them outside of a bomb shelter instead of holding the door.

He was assumed dead and since that time has been in Egypt, hiding from the military and doing what he could to get back on his feet. He was doing alright for a time until he lost a wager and was pushed out of a night club with only his wallet, a few dollars, and his clothing. He figured a quick scam to get him to Cairo was all he needed and he could start again. That was until he was caught red handed stealing and ended up in jail... again.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: Well life ain't exactly been sweet since he arrived. The warden tossed him in a cell and kind of forgot about him. Which for him is probably good since on his first day he was branded and he was set to be hung after a short trial later. right now he is just working on getting the guards on his side and hopes to make a break for it soon because he knows the warden will remember here is there sooner or later.

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Character Quote: It is better to be the right hand of the devil than in his path.
Theme Song: Why Don't You Get A Job - The Offspring
Anything Else:

• Isis
• Self-Righteous Suicide
• Every so often feels bad for the things he has done, but that passes quickly. Like a fart

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"Ad Astra Per Aspera"

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Proper Title: The Imperial Noslainia Empire
Formation: c.a. 300 A.D. (The arrival of the Nosai Goths)
Population: 148 Million
GDP: 1.7 Trillion
Currency: Yuplez (§)
Demographics:

• Main Cities:
  • Astrary - The Capital
  • Ishidedovo - Largest Port City
  • Roslaborg - Gateway To The Artic
  • Krasnokhov - Religious Seat
• Ethnicity:
  • Noslainian - Primary Ethnicity: accounts for 87% of the population. Noslainians are a pale ethnicity known for strong features
  • Brimstiz Goths - Secondary Ethnicity: accounts for 12% of the population. Otherwise known as Black Noslainians; darker hair and completions but retaining the pale eyes, stockier build
  • Other - Various Mixes: Accounts for 1% of the population. New arrivals to the country or older generations that are slowly being assimilated due to marriage and production of heirs with Noslainians.
• Language:
  • Noslainian - Official Language; Slavic Language Base, Cyrillic Alphabet
  • English - Secondary Language; Taught in schools as a secondary language during secondary school and up.
• Religion:
  • Prisz Orthodox - Accounts for over 75% of the population - Monotheistic religion
  • Atheist - Accounts for roughly 22% of the population, usually younger generations
  • Brimstiz - A polytheistic religion that is more a collection of rituals and beliefs; was one the main religion of the nation but has faded away over the centuries, less than 1% of the population still practice.
• Health: Health care is government provided by the nation but this is only within the last five years. Care here is still trying to catch up with the rest of the modern world but their leaps and bounds in Selective Modification has been extraordinary and they are well above the curve. It has become a calling card for their nation as of late.
• Education: Education begins later in this nation than perhaps others, no formal education is provided for the nation as a whole until the 7th year; after-which it becomes an intense year long endeavor until completion of their 10th year. From there they may chose to attend a public Tech for free, a private university, or none at all.

Politics:

• Governance - The country is ruled by a single head figure through the Royal Line, though there is the Council of Boyars which act as advisors to the crown.
• Foreign Relations - There is not much, Noslainia being a rather neutral territory these days currently rebuilding from the Revolution. Even before that, few countries bothered Noslainia despite their rich resources due to the conditions of the country.
• Military - The entire population is required to serve a minimal of 4 years (2 for women) starting at the completion of their 10th year. They are given the choice to attend a Public Tech or Private University first if they wish but must be enrolled full-time but they must report for their required service by the age of 30. Many lower income families children pursue a life long career. Families may abstain with permission of the Grand Council if there is only 1 child.

Geography:

• Land Mass - 18M Km²
• Terrain - Located in a vast openness surrounded on most sides by steep mountain ranges with valleys in between. What parts of the land that are not surrounded by mountains is open coast line. The coast lines from across the entire northern border of the country and just slightly south on the eastern and western borders.
• Climate - A humid continental environment known for its lush summers and brutal winters. Due to the size of the Empire it can range though anywhere from Sub-Tropical to Arctic. The southern points of the nation can average 80F, with possible highs topping 100F. Though northern areas can average a low of -15F with record lows breaching -90F. Winter lasts in most of the country unofficially from October to April making the farming season exceptionally short. The land is known for deep snows and while biting temperatures, a purely stunning sight to see.

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Czar: Alexander Romanov (deceased) - Crown Ruler
Czarina: Dominika Romanova (deceased) - Crown Ruler
Grand Czarina: Alexandria Vladlena Romanova - Current Regent
Grand Duchess: Elizaveta Petrovna Ramanova - Crown Princess, set to become Crown Ruler after she is wed
Council of Boyar: - High Ranking officials which provide council and advisement to the crown; voted into office for 3 year terms by the people of their territories. May only serve a maximum of three terms.
Okhrana: The Private Guard Of Royal Family

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Colors:

• White - Represents The Purity Of The Land And Ideals
• Lilac - Represents the Royal Line
• Gold - Represents The Value Of The Lands Rich Resources
• Black - Represents The Histories Sorted Past

۞: Symbol On The Flag - Represents the Snow that falls each year
§" Currency Symbol - Presents The Ever Changing Value
Animals:

• Strabo: A breed of arctic wolves only found in within the borders of the Empire; known for their predatory nature and their pack loyalty. Their coats range from grey in the summer to white in the winter; due to the nature of their stock, their veins are close to the surface, giving a purple hue to their coats year round.
• Lebed': The White Swan; shorter necked and stockier than their southern cousins, these birds will reside within the border until nearly the middle of winter, only leaving for the south just before the temperatures dip to dangerous levels for the land. They are known as predictors of the times to come.

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Caviar: A delicacy among the wealthy of the world. While the word itself has been commonized to represent the roe of many fish; traditionally it is meant to represent the roe of the Dark Water Sturgeon found primarily within the waters just off the northern arctic border of the Empire.
Fishing: While the Empire is best known for its Caviar when it comes to food of the sea, the color pure waters of Noslainia produce ample amounts of some of the most delicate tasting shellfish and fish. (They were once known for their whaling but it was outlawed by the current Regent of the Empire recently at the adamant request of the Grand Duchess)
Mines: Alexandrite, Gold, And Granite are the primary minerals/gems mined within the mountain borders of Noslainia.
Lumber: Large valleys that rest between the mountain ranges provide ample wood for the nation, something not sold outside of the borders often in this day and age due to the rebuilding going on since the revolution.
Ballet: Many a young woman who were not born royalty have dreamt of becoming a Prima and elevate their status to such levels. Home of Ballet, Noslainia takes pride in dance and it is funded by the state for those who show talent.
Fabergé: Delicately crafted eggs by master artisans within the nations Capital. Each one custom designed and crafted and held usually only by either Royalty or given as gifts from the Empire to others as their most sincere form of gratitude.

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A Brief Summary: There is no exact date for the birth of the Empire but it is recorded at around 300 A.D. with the arrival of the Nosai Goths from the East. A roaming war culture that found its way through the mountains and into the valley of what was then known as Brimstizine. Little is known about the beginnings but by the 900's the lands had been conquered within the borders of the sea to the north and the mountains surrounding the rest of the Empire. A winter hardened and fierce people they protected what was theirs without question and unadulterated loyalty to their nation as a whole.

Because of location and weather, and despite the rich wealth within the lands and sea themselves, few other nations found it worth their time to try to conquer the nation, though some tried only to fail. Internal struggle though has always been an issue for the nation. Some wondrous Czar's have ruled the land and helped with trade to make the nation prosper in every way, then there were tyrants who would ruin what generations had built. It became to be known as the Blaxinza (The Dark Curse Of Insanity), a plight that had come time and time again to the Empire. It was thought to be a thing of myth and legend by the 17th century and for nearly 300 years the Empire prospered and thrived with peace within its borders. That was until the rule of Alexander Romanov.

The Revolution: Alexander Romanov began as a loving and benevolent Czar, loved by his family and his people. That was until shortly before the birth of his daughter Elizaveta, the youngest of four and only female to be born to the line that generation. Something triggered with in the Czar's mind and the Blaxinza took hold of him. He became the tyrant of legend and because of his heavy hand, restrictions of resources for his people, and cutting off his nation from the world it was a quick landslide into Revolution.

Though this Revolution was not like others, quick and swift as even some of the military forces were for it. One cold winters night as Elizaveta was only a baby her grandmother whisked her away for foreign soil for safety but was unable to help the rest of the royal line. All perished, quick slaughters for most of the line but Alexander was tortured for his crimes against humanity before he finally succumbed to death. The Nation was torn. Some wanting a new fresh start, others wishing to remain loyal to the crown. It was the Grand Czarina Alexandria that was able to convince the people of the nation to peace.

Rebuilding: Alexandria returned with a now three year old Elizaveta at her side to rule until her grand-daughter came of age. Since that time the nation has remained divided and isolated from the rest of the world for the most part. The Grand Czarina working tireously to rebuild her nations trust and foreign relations. It has gone well but the nation has much rebuilding to do to become what it once was and what it could be.

Once Elizaveta, who had been sequestered until her 16th birthday, came to the eyes of the people though things began to take a drastic turn for the positive. She is rooted in the old ways but she understands a need for the future. She is a hands on diplomat and has helped to reform the education and health care systems of her nation. Wanting what is best for her people. This marriage is the next step to help her nation heal, for without an heir, it will fall to the rule of the Council and while wise with much knowledge of the modern world the two remaining of the royal line fear the Empire will be torn into states that would war instead of remaining the unified lands it has been for more than a thousand years.

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Name: Millicent "Milli" Grey Wyndham
Social Class: Gentry
Age: 24
Birthday: March 19th, 1799 (Starting day of the RP is March 21st, 1823)
Nationality: British
Birth Place: Bedfordshire, England
Residence: Fitzherbert Mannor, Clifton, Bedforshire, England (Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park, London during the Season)
Gender: Female
Education: Private Education provided by her father
Income Source: Bluestocking Spinster (Provided for by Family Currently - £50 Annually; interest from her inheritance of £1000 from her mothers death which will be her dowry if ever married.)
Native Language: English (Can R & W)

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 121 lbs
Build: Thin/Slightly Toned
Eyes: Brown/Chocolate - Deep Set, Expressive Doe Eyes
Hair: Unruly Dark Mousey Brown
Skin Tone: Fair with a hint of tanning and some freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced
Personal Style: Milli dresses as per her status and what convention dictates with one exception, colors. Most unwed women stick to the pale colors that are light but Milli tends to wear darker more muted colors that lend a grey feeling; Puce, Sage, Cerulean Blue, etc. She sticks also with darker laces than white. Even when she has to wear lighter shades she nearly always refuses anything white and still wants something with at least some hint of muted feel to it.

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Witty * Cynical * Intelligent * Bold * Caring * Vain

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Spinster
Personality: One of the first things that people notice about Milli is her spirited wit in conversation and her good sense; always weighing out her options before she acts but not always when she speaks, which shows her cynicism quite openly a trait that can grate on some people's nerves. She is self-assured and this stems from keen critical mind and her silver tongue. She tries to never open her mouth unless she has something interesting to say and does so without overly using her words. Quick to the point most of the time yet when passion inflames her mind she can be a tad on the long winded side.

She listens carefully to what others have to say but because she is so keen on dissecting everything and looks at the world through critical glasses she can be rather presumptuous with her deductions; oft times misreading a situation. She will stick stubbornly to her assumptions until she is forced to change them. She is quick to laugh at foolishness, others and surprisingly her own and while she is vain it isn't in the appearance department of the world but in her own opinion; vanity streaking across the line to foolishness with what she says and thinks.

A kind soul, she is usually looking out for the greater good which can mean she places herself on the back burner and because of this is usually subjected to harsh criticism. More than once she has heard that she needs to bite her tongue if she ever wishes to win a husband or keep from scaring off her siblings suitors. Try as she will, the criticism gets to her but she shoulders in public even though in private it gnaws at her.
Habits:

• Biting her bottom lip
• Speaking even when not spoken to

Hobbies: Reading
Fears:

• Marriage without Affection
• Consumption
• Agoraphobic

Likes:

• Writing in her journal
• Horseback riding during the early morning
• Lemon
• Crisp clear nights in the country side
• Intelligent conversation
• Being left alone to read in peace

Dislikes:

• Cards
• Overly sweet foods
• Her hair
• Her step mother and the mouth that comes with her
• Flies
• Those that believe status will protect them

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General Skills:

• Class Knowledge (Peer)
• City Knowledge (London)
• City Knowledge (Bedfordshire)
• Country Knowledge (England)
• Court Etiquette
• Pistols
• Horseback Riding
• Knife (Throwing)
• Ballroom Dancing
• Diplomacy
• House
• Sketching

Trained Skills:

• Language - Mandarin
• Fu Mei - Neutral style martial arts that focuses on speed and turning an opponents moves against them
• Nan Pao - Southern Style Martial Art that focuses on strong stances, powerful waist along with quick strong forearm and hand movements.
• Lamgarga - Art of wielding a Lamga; normally used against longer weapons that use safe distance to attack from such as a spear or a sword, easily concealed in dress folds, can be used to break other weapons and disarm opponent
• Desinmon - Art of wielding various styles of Chinese swords
• Chang Li Fut - Soft style martial arts that focuses on protecting the spirit from impacts during a fight

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Empire style dress of muslin in slate gray; low square neckline with décolleté neckline and shoulder capped puff sleeves. Short knee high heeled boots in black, cream colors under skirts and black gloves, darker slate blue over coat with black knit buttons. Simple heart shaped pendent on a gold chain and drop sapphire earrings
• Riticule (small purse with wrist string) - farthings, pounds, dance card, pencil
• Single shot pistol
• Jian - Long Chinese style sword
• Sheath for sword on cross shoulder belt
• Female style mini broach watch hung from her coats lapel
• Dagger
• Dagger sheath a fixed to left thin where skirt slits

Residence:

• Lamga
• Various Swords from her days in training
• Art of War
• Various gowns for different times of the day
• Mothers wedding gown
• Mothers pearls
• Wardrobe of various clothing not needed for special events, times, or gatherings
• Letters from Parents
• Training qipao (with pants and slippers)
• Sketching materials
• White and Grey male horse - Artemus

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Family History: Milli was born in Bedfordshire, England - the daughter of a Gentry Spice Merchant; Benedict Wyndham. The family had been in the spice trade for several generations, each one prospering more than the one before it. When the Soulless emerged, even more was able to be made; now in the transport of people to and from the Far East for their training. Milli is the eldest born to Benedict and his first wife Catherine. Catherine died when Milli, 9 years of age at the time, was over seas in Hunan, China training.

When she returned on her 18th birthday her father had long remarried to a widow by the name of Elizabeth Jones, hoping to be able to provide his daughter with a female guiding hand when she returned. Elizabeth was less of a guiding hand and more of a whip to the back side, trying to push her and her step sisters (Emma and Jane) into any marriage of title no matter the honor of the man in question and they have all been very questionable thus far.

Currently the family is in their London Manor for the Season, one event after another while her step mother tries to force her and her siblings into whatever compromising position she can to wed them off to a man of nobility. Her father is off over seeing the construction of three more ships that will be added to his company hopefully within the next several years and sadly has not responded to Milli's letters making him aware of her step mothers embarrassing and compromising ways.

Your personal life: Milli was raised by her parents until she was seven years of age; loved, tutored, cared for. She tested high in speed but also intelligence and her father gave her the choice of perusing her training in which location she chose. She decided on a temple in Hunan, China. Her mother and her father both accompanied her to the shores of China and bid her farewell and good luck in her training; both of them visiting her once a year later before her mother fell ill of Consumption.

Her father could not bring himself to tell Milli in person of her mothers death and had it delivered by the captain of one of his spice ships. Milli was devastated, adoring her mother, and she lost herself in her training and education over the next years. It barely registered to her when she found out that her father had remarried and that she now had step siblings. Neither of them were sent for training to any location, her step mother stating that they had walls to protect them and servants.

Milli finished her training and came home on her 18th birthday her step mother tried to force her into the Season but Milli refused, deciding to take a years morning for her mother even though she had died nearly a decade earlier. (Using the excuse that this was the first time she had set foot on her home soil in so long that it would only be right to show her respect to her mother this way. Her father did not argue.)

After a year though, all bets were off and since then Milli has had to keep her guard up and eyes in the back of her head. Her step mother constantly trying to set up the most scandalous of events to get her and her step siblings ensnared in with any man of title so that the family can climb the ranks of society. Milli keeps awaiting word back from her father but nothing has come and she fears the worst but dare not leave England; there would be no one left to watch out for her siblings.

What you want for your life: Milli wants a great many things in life, one of them is marriage for her siblings. She wants them to wed good men so that she does not have to constantly keep her step mother from throwing them at every pair of titled trousers in the country. With that she hopes to gain at least some independence in her life, as much as perhaps she can hope for right now is just to remain out of a compromising position.

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Character Quote(s):

• My courage always surfaces when I need it most.
• Death would be a kindness to some
• She'd marry us to Satan just because some call him a prince.

Theme Song: Social Distortion - When Angels Sing

Anything Else:

• Ryne
• Deeper Than The Sands: Chapter 1
• Is Left Handed
• Related to Anisa Crowe
• Believes her mother was killed
• Worries that her father has been as well

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Name: Lord Peter Reginald Keystone of Sussex; Captain of his Royal Majesties R.A.F. - DFC, MC, DSO, VC
Aliases: Pete, Captain
Age: 31
Birthday: May 11th, 1893
Ethnicity: British
Birth Place: Brighton, England
Residence: None currently
How Long In Cairo: Start of Rp is day 1 in Cairo for Peter
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Mathematics/Architecture (MA - St. Johns, Cambridge; Senior Wrangler)
Occupation: Pilot R.A.F.
Languages: English*, Greek*, German

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Height: 5'9"
Weight: 175lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Jade Green
Hair: Ashen Brown
Skin Tone: Sun kissed and slightly worn
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Long scar that runs from his right ear, down and along the line of his jaw to his chin; various other scars on his back, chest, and arms. Deep long jagged scar on his left thigh.
Personal Style: Peter when he can, prefers three piece suits and ties. He tends to wear muted colors that range from tans to olive in color to compliment his skin tone and his eyes. He will usually only wear darker shades during formal occasions in which he sports well tailored tuxedos. He stays clean shaven and well groomed though it seems no matter how much he slicks his hair back it tends to break free due to it's thickness and it having a mind of it's own.

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Allocentric * Dissonant * Selfless * Compulsive * Charming * Irascible

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Peter can be of two minds on things. Part of him is as proper as any gentleman of the court should be. He is refined and courteous as he was taught to be by his uncle. He knows the rules of the court and how to play them as to not cause a scandal. The thing is that he really doesn't care if he does cause a scandal. He wants to do things the way he wants when he wants and usually plays no mind to what the court will or will not say. Their gossip does not bother him and he doesn't take it into account.

Yet he is a caring person so he will take into consideration what others feel before he acts, that is if he truly cares about them. He can be a quick wit and as sharp as a tact but his British humor can make him come off as dry and a bore to those that don't know him. He judges people by their actions, not their upbringing. Something that changed not long before he entered the war. Circumstances change people and his time behind enemy lines though has made him a bit more unpredictable. He no longer fears death and will do what he can to ensure people are safe but he does not go out hunting death like his uncle. One never knows how he might react these days, he is suffering what will become to be known as PTSD in years to come. Currently they just say he suffers from shell shock, which can set him off at any moment.

Habits:

• Brushing his hair back to smooth it out
• Popping his fingers
• Running his finger along the scar on his face

Hobbies:

• Taking Tea
• Boxing

Fears:

• Mustard Gas
• Red hot metal
• Becoming Earl

Likes:

• Architecture
• Greek Philosophy
• History
• Horse Back Riding
• Fresh Air
• Scones
• Tea
• Whiskey
• Intelligent Conversation

Dislikes:

• German's
• Mustard Gas
• Destruction of Art or Architecture
• Rakes (The personality, not the lawn equipment)
• Those who prize surface beauty over substance
• His R.A.F. Uniform (Damn thing itches)
• Disease
• Tight spaces
• His awards

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General World Skills:

• Mathematics
• Architecture
• Architectural History
• Aeronautics
• Pilot
• Driving (Car)
• Riding (Horse)
• Physics
• Art (Sketching/Sculpture)

Combat Skills:

• Boxing
• Pistol
• Rifle
• Sword/Saber
• Explosives

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Three piece suit in an olive and tan tweed. Burgundy silk tie, gold cuffs, high polished deep mahogany hued dress shoes. Silk handkerchief, leather wallet, golden pocket watch.
• Wallet - Gentleman's wallet containing many British notes and coins, his ID, Military ID, travel papers
• Passport
• Train ticket stub
• A couple of letters he received from Reginald and Vera during the war before he was presumed dead.
• A oddly shaped broken small piece of steel
• Pocket Knife
• Webley Mk VI Revolver
• Walking Cane

Residence: - At Barracks

• Trunks full of clothing
• Special trunk of mementos
• Military Garb
• Officers Saber
• Books on Philosophy
• Architectural plans
• Sketch books
• Charcoals
• Portrait of Vera
• All his horses tact and gear
• Arabian Stud named Vincent

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What Brings You To Cairo: He has arrived in Cairo for various reasons. One of which is to inform his Uncle Reginald that he is alive. His father was just going to send word in a letter but Peter felt it was not the type of news that should be delivered in any manner but in person. Another is to let Vera know he still lives and if she will keep her promise now that he has returned.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Life growing up for Peter was what one might expect for a second born to the Earl of Sussex. His older brother, George, was the one groomed to take over the Earldom while he was groomed to be the spare. He learned everything he needed to take over but he was also taught that he was to be something else since it was likely he would never be the Earl proper. Peter took it in stride for the most part and his father Alistair was grateful that Peter was not the first born. Peter liked doing things his own way and had no intention of joining the military when he came of age. His passions did not lay with the crown. He enjoyed Architecture, Mathematics, Art.

So instead, he went to St. Johns, to study at a college of Cambridge when the time came. Before he left for university though he spent many an hour and day with his uncle Reginald. He felt that his uncle understood him better than his father did, Reginald being a second born as well. Reginald was more of a father to him than Alistair; taking him under his wing and teaching him everything from how to be a gentleman to boxing and riding. He felt more free to speak his mind around him than he did at home. He was a free spirit and wanted to do things his way. Reginald seemed to find a balance with Peter between what one wanted to do and what one needed to do.

When he went off to college, Peter did well. Better than well. He passed his exams with top marks, got his BA by the time he was 18 and his MA by the time he was 20. Then the war began and Peter still had no desire to join the military and even if he did he was sure he would just take some position where he would never have to see battle. He wanted to create structures that would stand the test of time, not be part of their destruction. Yet because of his place as the second son and the fact he was now done with school his father basically forced him to join the British Military. He didn't want it but he did idolize his Uncle Reginald and took a commission in the R.A.F.

Training went well and quickly, they needed pilots. Once completed he had a few days leave before being shipped off. During these few days he attended a "Coming Out" for friends of the family. It was Lady Vera's Munn coming out at Almack's, a crush held by the ton for the society to put her on the market as it was to find a husband. He knew Vera growing up and was glad to be able to be there for her, even though the last time he had seen her was before university. She was but a child then, she wasn't now.

Things happened and he went off to war. He was part of many dog fights against the German's over the Northern Countries in Europe during WWI as well as being part of reconnaissance missions. Letters were exchanged with his family and Vera while he fought over Germany. Then one day they stopped. His family was told the truth, he was shot down over Berlin and that he saved the rest of in his formation by sacrificing himself against a German Flying Ace. They were told incorrectly he died but he ended up surviving and was being held as an unknown P.O.W. for years before he was able to escape. He just recently returned to England two months ago to try to put his life back in order. He has yet to open up to his family about what happened to him while in Germany, only giving the needed details to the Crown directly. It is not something he wishes to speak about.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: Peter arrived in Cairo roughly three hours ago by train. He is on leave from the R.A.F. - a much needed one. Thanks to a hefty back pay due his newly adjusted status of former P.O.W. and what he lived through he has several months of leave still. His first stop was too the Barracks to find his uncle but on arrival he was informed that the Lord Major had left a while ago. He figured that his uncle was one of two places; out drinking or with Vera. Next stop, the Museum.

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Character Quote:

• Before you start a war you better know exactly what you are fighting for
• Even when given a choice, I chose the pain of life over the release of death
• Does time really heal all wounds?

Theme Song: Give Me Back My Life - Papa Roach

Anything Else:

• Thoth - God of Architecture
• Enter Eden
• Is left handed
• Scar on his thigh was inflected when he was thrown from his plane when it crashed and he was partially impaled on a fence post

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Name: Sana Michelle Rouen
Aliases: Sana Rawn, Petite Colombe(Little Dove)
Age: 26
Birthday: January 31st
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Rouen, Normandy, France
Location: Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Gymnast
Languages: French, English

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Height: 5'3"
Weight: 115lbs
Build: Toned with wiry curves
Eyes: Very Light Bluegreen
Hair: Dishwater Blonde
Skin Tone: Tanned with olive undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

• Burn scars on her left shoulder that run down her back slightly to her shoulder blade
• Ears pierced

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Kind-hearted * Stubborn * Intuitive * Outspoken

Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Relationship Status: Formerly Betrothed
Personality: Sana in the past has been known to be rather quiet and untrusting, hard to get close to. She preferred to be left alone and detests asking for help; a very stubborn woman who preferred to do things alone than in a group. She was in a relationship for a time and seemed to loosen up a bit and find more joy in the world but that ended strangely and it left her changed.

She can be rather outspoken at times but has a good heart and tends to help people in need even without being asked. Handing over items that one may need without a word and just walking away. If she does get mad though she will lash out either verbally or physically and when a new comer approaching she will draw and stand ready to strike them down if provoked.

Habits:

• Huffing
• Jumping to Conclusions
• Eye Rolling
• Nail Biting

Hobbies: Collecting Flowers
Fears:

• Large Fires
• Fog
• Snakes

Likes:

• Yoga
• Dancing
• Singing
• Hunting
• Tea
• Napping
• Horseback Riding

Dislikes:

• Bees
• Coffee
• Cold Weather
• Eggs
• Smokers
• Self-Centered People
• Beans

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Gymnastics
• Athletics
• Horse Back Riding
• Fencing
• Balance

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Crossbow
• Knife
• Basic First Aide
• Scavenging
• Motorcycle

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Olive ribbed tank top, worn leather brown biker jacket, torn black skinny jeans, black cord necklace with silver feather pendant, ratty bracelets, chain belt, leather boots
• Wallet - Picture of family, French and Canadian ID's (one in each name)
• Crossbow
• Field Knife
• Beretta 9mm
• Backpack
• Water bottle - half full
• Instant Oatmeal pack
• Small bag of pecans

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Your First Walker Encounter: Sana's first encounter came late one night at the gym which she trained. One of the older coaches was working late with her and started having chest pains, he dropped from a stroke right as she was coming out of the locker room. Rushing to his side she was at a loss of what to do and tried to dial for emergency but he had already turned and tried to make a nice snack out of her. Sana fought him off and ended up finally killing him with a rather impressive vault and knocking his head clean off. She hasn't tried that move since.

History Before Outbreak: Sana's history is a bit strange. Her father was the Duke of Rouen before everything went down but she and her siblings were not raised in Normandy. Mostly raised in Canada, Sana spent little time at her birth home. Her father not wanting her to be fodder for the local papers he had her last name changed and sent her to live with distant relatives in Quebec. She was raised mostly by her cousins, going to private school.

She learned some basic archaic skills while there that her father wanted her to learn; fencing and horseback riding. Horses she enjoyed, fencing not so much. She fell in love with gymnastics when she was very young and spent most of all her free time training. She wanted to end up going to the Olympics one day. Her training went well and she made the French team one year but ended up pulling a muscle before the opening ceremonies and had to be replaced by an alternate.

After that she went to try to again but could never stick the landing when she needed to the most. She still had hope though, it never faded no matter what happened. She coached some in her spare time, younger kids who would have probably had a better chance than she would at this point before everything in the world went to shit. When it did she knew her dreams of ever continuing to a world stage were over but granted by then she had new goals. Like finding her brother.

History Since Outbreak: Sana started off on Quebec, leaving the gym and trying to get back to her cousins house but the roads were not passable in her car. Everything was going down hill fast and she ended up pairing up with some street kids just to stay alive. She never knew what happened to her cousins, the last she heard was by word of mouth that someone had seen that part of town being burned to the ground to try to stop the spread of whatever the fuck was changing people.

It was months of trying to survive, or more like trying to get others to keep her alive. At first it wasn't too difficult. She was a pretty face, she was "flexible", and she started using her real name and credentials. Poor people thought it was cool to be rescuing royalty. She used and abused the status until no one would put up with her anymore and she was left by her group in the middle of nowhere. Only one person remained - A man by the name of Lyon.

Lyon was never one for leaving people behind but he knew she had lessons to learn and he taught them quickly and harshly. Shaved head, orange bleached hair, suspending her over a pit of Walkers with a frayed rope, you know the usual. It took some time but eventually Sana got her act together and the two have been together ever since.

Trekking slowly southward, and learning to survive from Lyon along the way, Sana was determined to find the only person she really cared about. Marx, but could she really find him? Only time would tell but hell, time was all she had these days. Surviving didn't really seem to matter if there wasn't a goal she was working for.

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Character Quote: I will skull fuck you with an arrow.
Theme Song: Nothing More - This Is The Time

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: I have lost count
How Many People Have You Killed: None
Why: Others did it for me
Anything Else:

• Was the future Countess of Rouen
• Is Ambidextrous
• Wanted to be an Olympic Gymnast

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Name: Marx Aillard Rouen
Aliases: Marx Rawn, Rasczak, Roughneck
Age: 26
Birthday: January 31st
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Rouen, Normandy, France
Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Prosthetic Engineering/Anatomy
Occupation: Grad Student
Languages: French, English

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 165lbs
Build: Muscular wiry build
Eyes: Very light Greenblue
Hair: Dark Dishwater Blonde
Skin Tone: Tanned with olive undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

• Burn scars on his left arm from his forearm to his shoulder
• Amputee - From left forearm down

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Protective * Hard Headed * Determined * Skeptical

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Formerly Betrothed
Personality: Marx can be a kind person but he is rather skeptical of new people and keeps those he cares about close to the vest; protective of them over all else. He keeps a watchful eye out on those around him and on his surroundings. He isn't one to stop being on watch even when he is off duty, being ever vigilant with a keen eye to detail about who and what is going on.

Determined to get the job done he can be rather hard-headed about matters, refusing to back down when things hit the fan. He thinks outside of the box and tries to think of the greater good over the few but fails many times. If he gets a thought in his head, he tends to follow it through even if that means others can get hurt in the process. Thing is he rarely wants to put people in that position, trying to do things alone but people tend to follow him anyways.

Habits:

• Popping his neck when he starts to get angry
• Jumping to Conclusions
• Eye Rolling
• Ruffling his hair

Hobbies: Sketching
Fears:

• Large Fires
• Deep Water
• Separation

Likes:

• Working Out
• Reading
• Silence
• Hunting
• Tea
• Resting his eyes
• Horseback Riding

Dislikes:

• Oatmeal
• Coffee
• Rainy Days
• Eggs
• Comic Books
• Malfunction items
• Untrimmed Nails

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Prosthetic Engineering
• Artistic Design
• Horse Back Riding
• Mechanical Engineering
• Anatomy

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Rifle
• Knife
• Pistol
• Water Purification
• Impromptu Repair

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Describe in detail

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Your First Walker Encounter: Minimal 1 well developed paragraph

History Before Outbreak: Minimal 3 paragraphs about your characters life up until this point.

History Since Outbreak: Minimal 4 paragraphs on how your character has survived up until this point.

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Character Quote: I can feel it
Theme Song: Killswitch Engage - Always

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Who counts that shit?
How Many People Have You Killed: Enough
Why: So she wouldn't have to
Anything Else:

• Is looking for an excuse to go back to Atlanta
• Was Ambidextrous, now favors his right hand
• Went to Ga Tech, was about to graduate from their Masters Program in O&P Engineering

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Name: Dr. Thana Jewell Martin
Aliases: T
Age: 34
Birthday: Sept 15
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: Leesburg, Ga
Location: Athens, Ga
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Plant Pathology/Agronomy
Occupation: Recruiter - U.S. Navy (Lt. Commander)
Languages: English (Military Jargen: Southern Influence), Spanish

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 131lbs
Build: Lean
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown (dyed)
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced: Tattoo on right shoulder

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Adventurous * Competitive * Dutiful * Idiosyncratic

Sexuality: Varying as the tides
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Thana is an island onto herself. A bit peculiar and even strange at times, she tends to do things and think outside of the box. She thinks in a more logical way than most, weighing out what needs to be done and seeing resources other might over look; even in themselves. She can be unique in her way of thinking and acting, or at lest she tries to be. She doesn't like being thought of as being just like others, or being compared to another.

The woman is very caring and charismatic when she wants to be, as well as genuine. She has a quick wit about her and cracks jokes, granted some come at the oddest time and unless you get the reference chances are it will fly over your head. An adventurous soul deep down but that has lead her to problems in her past. She has always been dutiful and the military helped her find focus she lacked. Finding herself among a group of others and a new family she cared for deeply. She prefers not to be alone and seeks out others to be around, yet there have been times when she has locked herself away from others to do what she felt was protecting herself from ridicule.

Thana does not give people the benefit of the doubt. While she isn't one to judge and knows there is strength in numbers she is far from naive and doesn't automatically see the best in others. Opting more to give people a clean slate when starting and seeing how quickly they tarnish it. She does not forgive usually, figuring if someone screws up they most likely will again unless something major changes. (Like in her own life.) Having spent so many years in the military she has no problem with authority but she likes the chain of command to be definite and defined. She can follow orders as well as give them. She usually will not call out a superior in public but she will ask to speak freely behind closed doors, then all bets are off.

Habits:

• Rolling her eyes
• Cracking her knuckles

Hobbies: Floriography

Fears:

• Tornadoes
• Cancer
• Being buried alive

Likes:

• Plants
• Insects
• Gardening
• Flying
• Sky diving
• Mountain Biking
• Playing in the dirt
• Long Runs
• Singing
• Country Music
• Coffee

Dislikes:

• Blood Relations
• Cameras
• Dry Heat
• Secrets
• B-Flick Fantasy Movies
• Rock Music
• "Trophies"
• Reunions
• Hair getting in her face
• Disorder

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Botany
• Redneck Vehicles (standard transmissions)
• Pistol
• Redneck Engineering
• Entomology

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Shotgun
• Close Combat Fighting
• Survival
• Water Purification
• Poisonous Snake Identification
• Knife
• Free Climbing

Current Supplies:

• Clothing - Naval fatigues, combat boots, cover, Wool Bridge Coat, scarf, gloves, Dog Tags
• Canteen (full)
• Pack
• Half a Dozen MRE's
• Gerber Mark II Fighting Knife
• Beretta M9 (half full clip)
• Spare Clip (full)
• Can of Foldgers, 3/4 full (grounds in bag)
• Rope
• UGA Course Post Graduate Course Book - Horticulture
• Dress Blues
• Redneck Snowmobile (Rigged to blow)

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Your First Walker Encounter: Spending time in Athens, giving lectures at the local university Thana was out and about around town, checking out the local bars and doing what she did best - recruiting. Looking for those "lost souls" that needed direction in their life. There was a massive heat wave and walking down the street between college bars an older gentleman had a heat stroke in the middle of the road.

Rushing over she did what she could but it was too late. Standing there and keeping people back as they waited for the EMT the man came back and decided to teach those young whipper snappers a lesson it seemed by trying to gnaw on them like a dog with a bone. As the poor kid pulled away and the man was kicked back, a single bullet to the head from Thana's service pistol dropped him like yesterdays left overs.

History Before Outbreak: Thana grew up in south Georgia and most believed that she wouldn't amount to anything. Sure, she was smart and beautiful but she was just born too late and became the spare in a family that only had eyes for one. A bit peculiar growing up, she never truly fit in and was always clamoring for attention she never received no matter what she achieved. Much of her childhood was spent with her nose in a book or in the woods collecting plants and insects.

By the time she was a teenager she was lashing out and getting into all sorts of trouble. Hanging out with the wrong crowds and doing everything she shouldn't. Skipping school, drugs, drinking, partying, theft, etc. She had a juvi record a mile long but she didn't care. Bad attention was better than no attention in her mind. She ended up racking up a juvi sheet a mile long.

By the time she was 18 she was already facing prison. Not for anything major but just because she was a problem and a constant drain on the system. The judge for her most recent crime charge knew she was smart and she could be more than just a drop out. He gave her the option - Join the Military or go to prison. Figuring serving was a better option than becoming Bertha's cell mate, she got her GED in county lock up and joined the U.S. Navy. It was going to be the Marines but when taking her ASVAB, she tested so high the recruiter pulled some strings and got her in.

It was the best thing that could have happened for Thana. Her life completely turned around. In the U.S. Navy she found direction and recognition, a family in her fellow sailors. While in the Navy she quickly was able to get her degree in botany and then it was off to officers training. Years passed, she climbed the ranks, got her doctorate in botany, and found that her best place was in research. Being sent to various locations around the world to research invasive species of plants and insects as well as helping with U.N. efforts to teach locals how to best farm and utilize their lands and resources.

She ended up getting "stationed" (for lack of a better term) in the South East with a recruitment office. Thana had become the poster child of what you could become no matter how far you fell. She would travel from high school to high school - mostly juvi detention centers - giving lectures on how her life started, what she had done in her past and just how far she had come. At the end of 2006 she was invited to UGA in Athens Ga to give a lecture to a post graduate class on the invasive flora of Georgia and how to fight against it.

History Since Outbreak: Being in a crowded college town was not the best place in the world to have as a starting point for the end of the world. This "disease" spread fast and being in the military meant you worked with the local police, rescue, and national guard to try to keep things under control. It didn't go well and before long Athens was overrun with the Walkers. A last minute evacuation was all that kept Thana alive and she watched from the helicopter as the air force tried in vain to carry out an air strike on the city. The air strike hit but burning only went so far where these things were concerned.

The chopper took her and a few others back to the Naval Submarine Base Kings Bay on the coast of Georgia near St. Mary's. By the time they landed the place was already over run, though thankfully it was not as populated as Athens had been. Her and others were able to clear the majority of the Walkers from the base and hold up in one of the submarines for a couple of years. Using it as a base of operation and going out in search of supplies when needed.

Yet time takes it toll on all areas. There were not enough of them left by the time they decided to move on to actually use the submarine so the choice was made to lock up and leave in search of more. Maybe given enough time thy could get enough people and train them so they could actually set sail to ports elsewhere. It was a thought and one that never came to fruition. Within three months of leaving the so called safety of the base for recruitment Thana was the only one left.

Over the last year she has wandered the state, moving a little more west each day and trying to find people. She has run across a few but nothing long lasting. Even though she was a hellion in her younger years, a career in the navy taught her quickly who she could and could not work with. Ever sensing shit was about to hit the fan, she would sneak off in the night from any groups she came across and move on. The last few weeks have been the hardest with the cold and snow setting in. God knows she needs to find some type of shelter and warmth soon.

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Character Quote:

• I am more than a wandering figure in the shadows
• I'm going to science the shit out of this
• You will come to fear my botany powers
• Qui Plantavit Curabit

Theme Song:


How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 237 to be exact sir
How Many People Have You Killed: 4
Why: I follow orders
Anything Else: April Fools

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Name: Sunie Jamison Marks
Sobriquet: Smith, Goldie
Age: 37
Birthday: March 4th
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Social Class: Working Class
Birth Planet: Georgia
Occupation: Weapons Smith
Citizenship: Philian
Allegiance: Separatist

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Height: 5'11"
Weight: 145lbs
Build: Slender and toned
Skin Tone: Fair
Eye Color: Blue-green with flakes of gold
Hair/Wig: Light blonde, wavy with course texture, kept relatively short
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Numerous scars from various missions, small tattoo of an anvil on her right inner wrist, long scar that runs around her left shoulder and underarm.
Misc: Left arm is completely clear of all scars (it is a complete bio enhanced cybernetic replacement from her shoulder down)
Style of Apparel: Sunie prefers to dress for comfort and usually dresses in tones of yellow and gold clothing. Pants, loose fitting shirts or tank tops, boots, long duster jacket she wears when she leaves the shop. She can dress more high end and blend in well but prefers comfort and function over form.

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Kind * Brash * Adaptable * Intense * Self-Reliant * Experimental

Personality: Sunie tends to keep to herself, always have. The life of a Merc made her develop a walled heart and soul; one that still remains to this day. She will rarely speak about how she feels if it is dealing with something personal. Work related however and just general chit chat she can be a bit of a motor mouth. She leaps before she thinks much of the time, especially if it comes to someone she is loyal to. Her loyalty runs deep when it comes to the few people breathing she calls friends.

Ever adaptable she can usually come up with some out of the box idea quickly to get the job done. It has helped her a great deal with her smithing, becoming one of the top weapons smiths in the area. Her skills are high sought after but she tries to only sell to a select group of people, all of her weapons are customized for the user. Yet times being what they are, sometimes you just have to sell to whoever has the money. Underneath everything, even that fiery temper and cold persona, she is actually a very kind and loving person. This can make things intense at times; especially if she is trying to keep those feelings under wraps.
Self-Image: Sunie sees herself as a work in progress, one that has crashed and burned many times before. Like with the weapons she creates and perfects, there is always a long trail of failures. Such is the same with her life. She has tried so much but as she fails as one thing it points her in a new direction. She sees herself as 10,000 ways on how not to live.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Divorced
Hobbies:

• Tinkering

Tics:

• Smoking, constantly keeping one between her lips in her hands or behind her hear to fidget with
• Chewing on her bottom lip

Insecurities:

• Most of her scars do not bother her but the long one that runs where her arm used to be does, she keeps it covered as best she can and doesn't like people looking at it.
• Her height, while when she was a merc it really didn't bother has as much but since she has switched out to be a weapons smith and dealing with customers now face to face she has found that her height isn't taken as well when dealing with the opposite sex and it has lead to her being self conscious about it.

Fears:

• Loosing her shop (and by it her income)
• Having another limb have to be replaced
• Seeing her Ex-Husband again

Likes:

• Smoking
• Drinking Wine
• Working in her shop
• Sitting on the beach and listening to the waves crash
• Riding her motorcycle
• Hanging out at the local watering hole

Dislikes :

• Stuff in her coffee
• Losing her smokes
• Having issues with her cyber-ware
• Dealing with Idiots
• Stuffy settings
• Having to dress up for really anything

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General Skills:

• Engineering
• Mechanics
• Weapons Smithing
• Quick Thinking
• Negotiations
• Information Acquisition

Action Skills:

• Stunt Driving
• Close Quarters Combat
• Knife Fighting
• Pistols
• Athletics

Personal Possessions:

• Clothing - currently pale gold trousers, white tank top, smithing apron, welding goggles
• Side Arm shoulder holster
• Ruger Mark II 22/45 - Modified for accuracy
• Duster
• Lighter
• Smokes
• Wallet (with some local currency)
• ID
• Keys
• Motorcycle

Stash:

• Melted down Wedding Ring
• Computer
• Hearth
• Welding tools
• Various scrap metals
• Files
• Anvil
• Work Station - Flat table(heat resistant), nuts, bolts, grips, etc
• Tool kit
• Water Barrel

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Opinions on Revolution: Revolution is never an easy thing, you have to be willing to sacrifice everything for something larger than yourself. This means laying your life on the line as well as others but the thing is you have to walk that tightrope carefully to ensure you don't become the very thing you hate. Am I for a revolution? Yes. I'm tired of seeing the streets where I was born and raised be nothing but a walking mausoleum. I see the footsteps of the dead before they even draw their last breath. The people should be allowed to breathe the fresh air without worrying that it will be their last. It's time.
History: Sunie was born in New Cardiff, in what she refers to as Cheap Side. A poor industrial side of town to Megan and Chris Marks. She is the eldest of three sisters and all of them were unwanted. Not completely unwanted but it put a harder strain on their parents than they were able to deal with. Growing up on the streets and fending for herself and her sisters taught her quickly how to get what she needed, or at least how to get enough to keep them with food in their bellies.

By the time she came of age Sunie was working as an apprentice in weapons smithing shop. It was nothing spectacular but it provided some income for her family as well as some weapons to be able to defend themselves against the more desperate in the area. Her sisters followed in her footsteps, learning how to take care of themselves but they were a tad more sheltered thanks to Sunie than Sunie had been. Both her parents having lost all hope became the girls responsibility. Their age catching up with them has not helped and they look at themselves as useless which just adds to the work that Sunie and her sisters have to do to keep things running.

Sunies mentor died some ten years ago in a shop accident which left Sunie without her left arm. This was devastating but there was a small light at the end of the tunnel, her mentor left the shop to Sunie since he did not have any children. This was a godsend and a curse. Sure, now they had a better grasp on financials for a while and allowed her to get a state of the art replacement but being a weapons smith is not easy, especially when you are wanting to be part of a revolution. Having so many from the government coming in and demanding pieces is not easy, especially since they refuse to pay what each piece is worth. They are barely able to keep their heads above water right now and it is leaving a foul taste in Sunies mouth. It is only a matter of time before Sunie either snaps or their drown.

Motto: Your head is three seconds from going into my furnace.
Theme Song:

Extras:

• Favorite Ice-cream: Butter-pecan
• Sisters Names: Sana and Lola

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