Name: Ricardo Chadwick
Age: 32
Exp Points: 36
From Year: 2015 A.D.
Home Land: Tennessee, USA

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Name: Cammila thebe Ocaris
Age: 12
Exp Points: 38
From Year: 450 B.C; Golden Age of Athens
Home Land: Thebes, Greece; In the Roman Empire

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A small but quaint child. Brown curls fall around her face and green eyes glint in the mischievous way of children. Her attire consists mostly of loose patterned dresses of cotton or silk.


Personality:

Being a child she is prone to want things to go her way and asks a lot of questions. Really she isn't so frightened of the new world as she is curious. Having free range is another feeling she isn't used to and unsure about, she went from staying at home all the time to not even having a home. She is usually in a state of amazement as everything is completely new and revolutionary technology for her.

Most of the time she is so overwhelmed about how great this new place is that she doesn't question things; the lack of night is scary, so is the lack of stars but the amount of light is new and strange and nighttime isn't a priority anyway. She enjoys all the new experiences including food. Occasionally she will become distressed, usually in startling or difficult situations and become upset because she has no parents any more and that is the worst thing that could happen in her perspective.

Biography:
Being born in 450 B.C would never seem like a pleasant thing, especially retrospectively, even worse for girls. Cammila was just that though, a girl born in a world for men. Cammila never really got a chance to experience the world much, so our story shant be as devastating as it may seem

Her mother was married to a richer man and had several children before Cammila, and by the time the child disappeared there would be a few more. The first was a strong boy, Edelmar , a perfect heir to the Ocaris name and a fine son. He grew and learned and went to school, never caring much for his siblings. The second and third was a pair of girls, Gavrilla and Gaynora. The fates were crule in rome those days and Gavrilla died at a young age, sickness the doctors said. Death sent from above. Gaynora grew on to help her mother and the slaves keep the house, always forlorne. She learned to sew and helped with the next two children before being married to a handsome youth. Her very own happy ending came and she had her own family with him. Garrette came next, another boy to lighten the loss of a baby girl. He was meek and not as mighty as his eldest brother, but still he protected the house while the older men were away. Even if he did enjoy playing with his older sister.

Then came little Cammila, blessed with beauty and kindness and loved by her elder brothers and sister. She grew up as Gavrielle should have, happy and healthy. She learned to sew and clean and keep a home. She played with Garrette, enjoying the boyish games he brought home to share with her. They were best friends but as he went off to school they grew distant.

At ten years of age Cammila knew who her husband would be, though the would wait until she was fourteen to actually marry her. In this time she gained another two siblings, Tavetti and Saburo, a girl and a boy who she had the pleasure of helping look after. Really she loved her siblings, even when she grew tired of their bickering or childishness.

One day, about a month after her twelveth birthday she found herself at the river gathering water. It was a pleasant day and the water was clear. Then she vanished without a trace.

It was a whole new world; a dream city.

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Name: Abigail Mistly
Age: 19
Exp Points: 0
From Year: 2013
Home Land: New York City

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Personality: To those who know her, Abby's name is synonymous with sarcasm. Whether she's having a casual picnic or attending a funeral, a snarky comment is almost always at the tip of her tongue. Unfortunately, the dark humor that might be endearing in some is just the opposite for Abby - her cynicism runs deep, and those who get too close are painted a picture of bleakest despair. The depression Abby has struggled with for so long has seeped into her very soul, tainting it.

The rare few who dare get even closer despite the darkness, however, learn that there's more to Abby than her cold exterior suggests. Harsh judgments are intermingled with daydreams, fancies too embarrassing to speak that one would scarcely expect from such a bitter girl. Despite everything, a spark of hope still gleams within the darkness, a stubborn flame that will not be extinguished. Darkness clashing with fading light - that old, familiar story plays out anew in Abby's mind. Whether the ending will be happy or not is anyone's guess - Abby certainly isn't expecting much.

Biography: A strict but loving mother and a father who saw his daughter as the most precious of jewels - those were the parents Abby barely ever became acquainted with. When Abby was only four years old, the pair of them died in a plane crash, leaving her to fend for herself in a cold world warmed only by a dying fire. The grandmother she was left with was sickly, not prepared to take care of a child. Within a few years she, too, had succumbed to the abyss. After a brief stint in a glorified orphanage, Abby was passed on to a foster family. By then, it was too late. The impenetrable wall designed to protect her from loss had already taken hold.

Before she knew it, high school had come and gone, and Abby had learned only that friends were fickle and lovers more so. Her grades - indicative of superficial understanding of meaningless topics - were good, however, so her foster parents urged her to go to college, and lacking any real ambition, Abby succumbed to their nagging. Before long, she had moved to a fairly prestigious university, living apart from her makeshift family for the first time since falling into their custody.

That was when things started going sour. Without anyone to make her stick to her work, Abby found herself unable to focus on her studies. Instead, she explored her newfound freedom, and before long, she was pushing at its boundaries. At first, she only pulled small pranks - sneak her roommate's possessions into other rooms and the like - but, soon, she became bored with such mild mischief. She turned to thievery. A few wallets here, a tacky necklace there - and then she went too far. She started taking cell phones just to read through the text messages on them - and a few of them had their locations tracked. In what seemed like a flash, not only was she in trouble with the school, but facing criminal charges and the scorn of her foster parents, the only people she thought she could trust to be on her side.

Then... she was reprieved. Everything vanished before she was due to appear in court, replaced by an odd city that looked like it had been plucked out of a sci-fi movie. A new world... and new limits to test.

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Name: Paris Rose
Age: 19
Exp Points: 0
From Year: 1870
Home Land: London, England

Appearance: personagensdelivros.wordpress.com/2013..

Personality: Paris is outgoing and most of the time very friendly unless she is having a bad day (or hasn’t had her cup of coffee yet.) She has a very close knit group of friends and usually does not wander from them. She loves singing and anything music more than life itself and is extremely attached to her cat. When she is not around her friends, she keeps to herself and is quiet unless otherwise approached by someone. She is never afraid to express her opinions no matter what anyone else says about them and doesn’t care what others think of her. She is highly intelligent; more than most of the people around her that she has grown up with.

Biography: Paris was born on September 13th, 1870 in the middle stages of the Victorian Era of England. Her mother abandoned her and she has never met her father so she has been raised by her aunt. Her aunt adopted 3 children whom Paris has been raised around. They are not her siblings but she is very protective of them as if they were. She is very close to her aunt; they are more best friends than anything else. They stay up really late nights together and talk for hours about either things that are troubling them or things they just enjoy talking about.

She often wonders about her real father and has made a vow to herself to start looking for him soon. She is determined to find him and get all her questions answered. Her real mother is a disgrace to all women and Paris hates her with a passion. Whenever someone mentions her mother, she usually leaves the room or just stays quiet, trying to contain her sadness and rage. However, her hatred for her mother has also driven her to be the person she is today and strive to make a good life for herself. She has promised herself and her future children that she would never make the same mistakes or make her children feel the way she has always felt about her mother.
Music is her escape from reality. She can often be found in her room leaning out the window indulging in the beautiful songs played by the orchestra outside her Aunt’s house. She writes music and has a beautiful singing voice.

Powers: None

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Name: Bryce Antony Lichston
Age: 34
From Year: 1944
Home Land: Bayern Germany/ New York Usa

Appearance:
a war torn young man
He also happens to be ripped, he's just been in The underground city so long, and constant fighting does that to you.

Personality: A gruff man, tormented by years of war. He's killed many lives, and though it was indirectly, you can still see in his eyes that he is haunted. Beneath the cold exterior though is a man who is so careing and gentle. He just wants to see his family again, he just wants to know he is doing the right thing.

He has a strong sense of moral correctness, and does all he can to abide by it. He would never purposely hurt or upset anyone. The being said he's been in Fight city for a very long time, he knows he can't kill anyone, and so like everyone else has become numb to the idea that fighting is in anyway wrong or bad.

Biography: Bryce, 25, it's world war two and he has a duty to help liberate his people. The USA gave him safe haven when the anti sematic laws first started rolling out. He and his wife had escaped Germany but still the people he left behind haunted him. He couldn't just sit around.

His beautiful wife and daughter, Amy and Cameron, he'd promised to come back just as soon as Hitler was dead in the ground. How wrong he was.

The air raids lasted for so long. Days and days and still nothing. The Nazis weren't going to win but this wasn't a matter of winning any more. This was a matter of time, and how many more innocent lives would be taken.

1944, Bryce had only seen his family in pictures for 9 years. Little Cam was almost 13 now, she was going to go to highschool, hell she even had a job. She was practically all grown up, and he'd missed it all. Insult to injury Hitler, that bastard, was still walking around somewhere on earth.

It seemed like things couldn't get any worse when his day came. It was his baby girls special day, her bat mitzvah, and he was out in German air hoping not to get blow to hell. Hopes can only take you so far and his engine blew out. The wheel pulled, the plane dropped, and when he woke nothing was quite the same....

This world would not do. Everything was so peaceful, so quiet. Was it Olam ha-ba? Was this the end of his mortal walkings? He had so many questions about the new city and his place in it. Soon he came across Adam, who was only helpful in telling him that he was not dead and that this was not the after life, nor had he been reborn. He knew he needed to return to his planet and the war, and so he searched for a way out.

As everyone else he came across Evette and he trails. The first turned him into the man he was trying to stop, aiding in the end of his family and people, there was so much blood, so much agony. For what seemed like years he withered internally, always crying inside at what he was forced to do. There was not a moment of rest until everyone he loved, and everything he stood for was wiped from existence. He only felt peace as he prepared his final sin. Gun in hand he he took one final look at his wife and daughter, only safe in a photo. He shut his eyes took a breath and pulled the trigger.

But he did not die. The world receded and he was alone in front of a door. Everything had been a dream.

With tears of joy he continued onward, passing into the hall of windows. He tried to focus through the maze but his family was through every hole in the wall. His parents, every moment of their life before and after the war started. Every moment of his life with Amy, every second of their love. And then the life he missed with Cameron, his baby growing up without him. Oh how he missed them. But his calls couldn't reach them through the glass, and watching them grow without him made him feel the loneliest. He shut his eyes and hand against the wall he made his way out. One day, he vowed, he would see them again.

As he descended into the glowing city he found it quite appalling. A city built on meaningless violence was against everything he stood for. But when in this underground the fight will come regardless, he was forced to fight back. For as long as hes known of the place, he's fought, honing his skills and looking for a way out.

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Name: The Thing
Age: Approximately 5 minutes old
From Year: Unknown
Home Land: Andy's Subconscious

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Personality: The Thing is very curious and inquisitive of it's surroundings, inside it's body and outside of it. It does not know what kind of Thing it is, but is very interested in the other Things surrounding it. The Thing cannot feel pain as an emotion or sensation, instead it views it as a stimulus response which it interprets and analyzes. Many emotions that come from the Repressed Place are strange to it, and though it controls the body, it still does not have complete control over the mind. The Memories are inaccessible to it, and the Instinct and Emotion subroutines run wild and often on their own agenda.

Still, the Thing lives to collect data, as that is the only thing it yet knows it can do, and wishes to protect its vessel. Every now and then it gets strange clues and signals from the Repressed Place, leading the Thing to wonder if there is another Thing inside of it?

Biography: The Thing came into existence after Andy's brain was repeatedly destroyed and recreated in the lava. While Andy and the Thing are completely unaware of each other, small parts of each other's input appear when one is in control. It is as of yet unknown if the Thing is a separate entity or a defense mechanism created by trauma. The Thing needs rest just as much as Andy's mind does, and does not seem to come out unless there is severe trauma being inflicted. Though the Thing is curious about the locked Memories and the Repressed Place, where Andy's consciousness lies dormant, it does not yet have the understanding or power to find a way to access them.

Because it is an extremely new being, there is unfortunately not much to put in it's biography, other than it acts more like a computer than a human being. While the Thing is not overtly hostile, it has no comprehension of social norms, morality, learning, or even vocabulary. For now, it seems like it will be learning quite a bit from instincts, emotion, and commentary from the mental peanut gallery.

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