Appearance:


Significant Memory:

It always begins with him standing in a city boiling in an inferno, screams echoing from all sides. He is alone, and exhausted, the armor adorned across his body dragging him down like chains. A cloth band is strapped around his arm. The number 'XIII' is inscribed on it. Blackened corpses and gore litter the ground all over, whom which barely resemble humans, but his eyes linger upon them only for a moment. He focuses mostly on a figure in the distance, another knight who rests dying at the center of this carnage. A tarnished beauty, unfitting within this scene of damnation. Her delicate face has turned pale, streams of bright blood dripping down from her chest-plate. Her war-lance lies upright atop a mound of bodies barring a large gate behind her, exhibiting the sacrifice she committed. The doors rumble and creak, signalling that the battle is far from over. She weakly reaches for him, and he rushes forward, ignoring the immense weight of everything. But he never reaches her. He stumbles to the ground, realizing that he is bleeding out and also dying. His whole left arm is torn and missing.

They lock eyes for a moment, acknowledging the end. She utters something to him, a bloom of tears steaming down her cheeks, but he cannot hear her words. Soon everything goes black and the memory is over.

Age: 14

Appearance: WIP

Significant Memory:
He remembers a strong scent of snow-lilies, a flower native only in the high north, and the name "Alexander", though he does not know who that might be.

Gender: Female

Appearance:


Significant Memory:
The only memory she possesses is one bittersweet.

'Mother, mother...? Where art thou...?'

Genevieve is a child in this moment, judging from the lightness and frailty in her voice. She is wandering somewhere in complete darkness, lost to everything around. She clutches for things, anything to distinguish where she may be, but nothing feels familiar. Cold and hard was this strange place, her feet stinging with each step. It seems like an eternity has passed as she meanders desperately. Finally, her body can move no longer and she crumbles upon her bloodied trail. All she can do is cry all by herself. But then a pair of hands come to hold her and a sweet lullaby makes her pain go away.

'Mother... Please, don't abandon me again..'

Other: Is blind.

Name/Title: Elizabeth Wilson

Race: All characters will be Human until further notice.


There are three one inch long scars maybe a centimetre apart perfectly horizontal to each other on her left shoulder blade. She's maybe 5' 3" and has a quite sultry voice.

Significant Memory: Her only memory is of a cottage with a wheel barrel in front of it. Someone is speaking in a careful and gentle voice softly but the words are unclear. This memory brings both warmth and sadness for unknown reasons to Elizabeth.

Name/Title: Everett Prachter
Race: Human
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Significant Memory:
Everett Prachter could single out one memory from the fog of amnesia although the memory itself was a blur, distant and misty like a dream. In this dream of sorts, Everett stood in the center of a vacant, decrepit place of worship. A wind swirled around Everett as he approached an altar in a room where a shallow pool covered the ground. A sigil appeared, drawn in light in the air above the altar, and then Everett's vision is filled with white. Thus was the end of the memory, and Everett could recall nothing else.

Name/Title:
Kyle Kalahari

Race:
Human

Gender:
Male

Appearance:


Significant Memory:
Two things always seem to conflict within him; A resentful ease at taking orders and running. He was helpful to a fault, doing whatever is asked of him to the point of doing the jobs no one else wanted to do. This obviously made a manner of mental pressure that he blew off any time he went faster than a jog. Something about exerting himself and the wind over his face let him mellow out the pressures.

Other:

Name/Title: Eugene
Race: I'm human

Gender: Male
Appearance:


Significant Memory: I feel...angry...frustrated. I was part of something bigger, and now it's all gone. No, I don't mean my family, or the world...it was something else. Something specific, I think we had some sort of acronym...yeah, the APF. We had it written on signs and arm-bands. I...I remember feeling so much anticipation, excitement, fear, love...and I wasn't alone. But what's killing me is I can't remember any names, any faces...I can't even remember what we were doing exactly, just how I felt about it. About us. And that acronym.

Other: I have this little device on my ear. I think it's supposed to do something, and for some reason my mind tells me that since both my eyes still work, the ear thing oughtta work too. But I don't hear anything from it, not even static.

Name/Title: Gwendolyn
Race: Human (until further notice?)

Gender: Female



Significant Memory:

Warm, smiling faces, she thinks her mom and dad but isn't quite sure. The women shares her golden hair. They're laughing together and having fun.

The amnesia sets in again then she recalls the two lying on the cold ground as if asleep, red all around, and something like a metal collar around her neck.

Other: Can sing, scar marks and imprints from could have been a metal collar remain on her neck

Name/Title: Jezebel DeLacaire

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Jezebel is of a rather short height and a small, almost emaciated, frame compared to most women. Her hair is a pale blonde with streaks of white peeking out from its disheveled state. Few things stand out more from Jezebel than the blue eyes she possesses, something she may have inherited from her Father or Mother but neither of which she ever truly remembers.

Significant Memory:


Other: She has a small locket, though she can’t remember what was inside it. Was it a picture of her mother and father? She forgot how to open it, the key needed lost both in memory and reality.