Name: Aleksei Kask (can go by Alek)

Age: 21

Nationality: Estonian

Appearance: Fairly tall, at 6'4" but also fairly skinny weighing in at only 180 pounds. No real defined upper body muscle, but has got it in his legs. Has medium-long blond hair, deep blue eyes, and can't grow a beard for the life of him.
Usually seen wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt with either a KHL or RPL team's logo emblazened on it. Often tops it off bright red and yellow hat with a Watford F.C. crest on it. For formal attire, he has an all black suit, with a white shirt and sky blue tie.

Personality: Aleksei is a hard-working kid, always hustling to try and prove himself to his superiors. He will not give up a fight, no matter how high the odds seem stacked against him, especially when it comes to protecting people he cares about. However, he is still young, and easily falls into the traps of a 21 year old. He loves to party and he can drink with the best of them. Also, if someone makes him angry, very hard to do mind you, he can completely fly off the handle, and curse the soul of whoever set him off. He may be Estonian, but he can let a vendetta simmer with the best Italians.

Background: Aleksei grew up in Viimsi, a rural community just north of the capital Tallinn. His parents pushed him into soccer, and Aleksei quickly become one of the most promising talents in Estonia. He entered Levadia's youth academy and become on of their star players at age 16, attracting attention from abroad. One such man was CSKA Moscow manager Valery Gazzaev, who purchased the young midfielder for 500,000 Euros.

Aleksei's talent grew at the club, and it was looking like he would be a superstar in no time. However while playing for the Under 20 squad in a match against cross city rivals Lokomotiv, he was the victim of a vicious and dirty tackle by Ivan Starkov, and he crumpled in a heap. His knee was shattered, his cartilidge torn to shreds, he was out for a year and a half rehabbing and just trying to get back to where he once was. But in the mean time, CSKA was taken over by the Konstantin family, as a part of their growing empire. Soon after he was cleared for on the field training, he was summoned to Gazzaev's office.

He was told that the new owners wanted to cut any players who were deemed dead weight, and a player who hadn't stepped on the pitch in 18 months was considered to be pretty useless. Aleksei pleaded his case to Gazzaev, but it fell on deaf ears. He was told to pack his locker and get out of the arena.

With no where else to turn, Aleksei joined the Petrenko family, in hopes of getting his vengeance on Starkov, Gazzaev, and the entire Konstantin clan for dashing his dreams before they had a chance to get off the ground.

Name: Ryan Thurman
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Photo of some dude in a hoodie

Personality: Ryan is kind of distant, he's never really been one to get close to anyone. He says a lot of wise-ass remarks, but you can tell it's to mask what's going on inside. He does have honor though. He will not betray anyone, even if it means he has to pay the consequences. He's learned first-hand what that was like.

Bio: Ryan was born in Sikeston, Missouri to a pair of con artists. He can't even remember what their actual names were, or what his was, there were so many aliases. They went around the Midwest, pulling various schemes, taking strangers money to get by. He never thought they would turn on their own flesh and blood. Maybe they thought he was cramping their style. Maybe they didn't want to waste any money. But at the age of 9, his parents abandoned him in tiny Arcola, Illinois. He was picked up by the state and spent the next few years in an orphanage in Champaign.

He never was attractive to potential parents, he was just too mopey, he seemed to be drained of emotion. He grew up fast too, well past the "cute stage" that appealed to the younger crowd. All that time spent in amongst the other kids, he was able to do one thing. Play cards. The cards never lied. They could be cruel, but they did not lie, and the kid was a natural. He regularly beat everyone in the center. When he finally turned 16, he took his deck and walked out of Champaign.

He quickly acquired a fake I.D, and adopted the name on it, "Ryan Thurman," as his own. With his new plastic, Ryan regularly walked into various casinos along Route 50 and cleaned house. One baffled opponent after another fell as no one could crack the poker face that took 7 years to craft. After three years of grinding, he had a sizable amount of money. But he still heads along the route, looking for the place that will finally feel like home.

Relationships: His one true friend growing up was a kid named Danny who taught him how to play poker and mentored him while at the orphanage. However, he got adopted 5 years before Ryan was released and he lost touch with him. He hasn't seen or heard of his family since they abandoned him in Illinois.

RP Link: Here

Name: Shann Kasavert

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Class: Gunner

Weapon: Dual Pistols

Description: Shoulder length black hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, skinny, 5'5", wears a green headband, a deep green tunic with the sleeves cut off, black fingerless gloves, black pants and a pair of beat up brown shoes.

Bio: Shann was raised by her father, the only child after her mother passed away giving birth. As the only possible heir of the Gunner family, her father pushed her hard, training her in long range firing. She had a natural talent for it, and soon was besting her old man in the little contests they liked to have. She was out purchasing some food when the attack came. When she arrived back home, the secret was gone, and her father was dead, lying in a pool of blood. After hearing that their secret was not the only one stolen, she travels to meet the other warriors, to get the secrets back, and to get revenge on those that murdered the last family she had.

RP link: Here and Here

Character name: A.J. Takatsu

Character age: 19

Character appearance:

Can't remember who I used for the FC

She's usually wearing a deep green t-shirt with brown swirls on it, a denim jacket, black jeans and hiking shoes.

Character gender: Female

Character magic mastery: Wind and Earth

Character magic burst: A Thousand Stings: A.J. whips up the wind around her pulling up the Earth. They swirl around, eventually becoming the unholy offspring of a hurricane and a sandstorm, which she can then send flying in whichever direction she wants. Until she does unleash it, it also acts as basically a shield, protecting her while getting ready to launch the fury. Useful for a directional attack, or a room clearing move. However, being in the center of this storm, she's subject to the most powerful of the winds, draining her energy and leaving her all but passed out from the pressure.

Character background: A.J. was born to a Japanese father and American mother, both were Reclaimers, her father specializing in Wind, and her mother in Earth. They taught their only child well, she soon became skilled in handling both kinds of magic.

A.J. came up with the concept of A Thousand Stings when she was 13, her father saw what she was doing and had her try it at full strength. It quickly proved a powerful move, destroying the training figures, but leaving her severely drained in an almost coma-like state. It didn't matter to Dad though, he saw a way to finally clear out the Eclipsers of the Northwest Corridor. He kept getting her to practice the move, every time she would be unconscious at the end, which means she would be completely vulnerable.

They practiced for five long years, but it didn't seem like A.J. would ever be able to use it effectively in a fight with the Eclipsers without collapsing. Her father grew impatient. He wanted to attack the Northwest Corridor anyway, taking A.J. for one time use. Her mother refused this, and they fought. Eventually it was decided the attack would go through, but A.J. would be left behind, as a last resort. The attack was successful, even without A.J., and the Eclipsers were defeated, but it came at a price. Both Takeru and Cynthia Takatsu were killed in the battle. A.J.'s been drifting around the Reclaimer base ever sense, a lost soul amongst the resistance.

Character personality: Since her parents deaths, A.J. has become a very sullen person. She blames herself for not being strong enough to accompany her parents to try and save them. She has almost no self-confidence and is pretty much a pushover at this point. Before the tragedy, she was determined, she was a fighter, she looked forward to being able to go against the enemy as she was raised to do, but after that day, she's basically a shell.

Weapons and armour:
A.J. has no armor, but she does have a weapon. Before he left, her father gave her a pistol, capable of pooling any free flowing Synth energy in the air into a potent bullet. She doesn't like using it though, certain that if her dad didn't give her this, both her parents would be here.

Character strengths: Her magic burst is incredibly effective, and due to the years of training from her father, she is very flexible and fast. She's not as strong as she once was, since she stopped training heavily, but still very capable.

Character weaknesses: A.J.'s mental state is almost non-existent, shattered since her loss. If anyone wants her to do anything, she pretty much has to be told. It's not hopeless to think she might eventually be able to be rebuilt, but there is a lot of despair to go through.

Synth energy color: Deep orange

Synth odor: Cinnamon

Link: Here

Name:Hasegawa Shiori
Age: 18
Persona: Ma'at, Egyptian Goddess of Truth
Element: Elec (weak: Earth)
Arcana: Justice
Combat Style: Offense--Physical>Magic
Weapon: Baseball Bat
Appearance: 5'11", long black hair, just past the armpit in length, always straight and loose. Deep, blue eyes, like two pools. Skin is tan colored, she's got some muscle tone on her arms and legs. She's got a straight posture. Very straight-laced expression that hides her personality. She's actually very nice and usually is the one to break up the tension in a room with a quip. However, she is also very competitive, thanks to years of athletic contests.
History: Shiori grew up in Sapporo in the North, a fairly good student. She was part of an athletic family, her dad being a former professional baseball pitcher, and her older brother following his footsteps. She soon showed herself to have a lot of talent on the basketball court, and by talent, I mean height. She got slotted as a power forward and soon developed her skills. Her parents decided to attract better quality schools for basketball scholarships, and to be closer to her now professional sibling, the family would move south, to Uramichi-cho, so Shiori could play for Akaito. They hoped the prestige might even lure in scouts from America, but it may have brought Shiori down a different path.
Extracurricular: Women's Basketball (Captain)

Link: Here

[Full Name]

Hasegawa Shiori

[Alias]

Shishi (on rare occasions)

[Grade]

Third-year student.

[Arcana]

The Empress (but if Justice is available, then I'm switching to it)

[Date of Birth]

January 27

[Age]

18 years old

[Appearance Information]

Shiori is hard to miss at 5'11" with long black hair that falls just down to the lowerback in length, always straight and loose, unless she is on the basketball court. She has deep, blue eyes, like two pools, highlighted by the bangs falling in front of her face. Years in the gym have left her relatively pale, but she wears it well.

Shiori will adhere to the uniform codes necessary, but in her free time, she prefers simpler looks. A jacket over a t-shirt or tank top and a pair of jeans or leggings will do just fine. She does like her jewelry, and she'll wear a bright gold bracelet on her right hand, as well as an azure blue sapphire pendant given to her by her father when she was younger.

[Personality]

Shiori puts on a very straight-laced expression that hides her personality. Once someone gets to know her, she's actually very nice and usually is the one to break up the tension in a room with a line about something. However, she is also very competitive, thanks to years of athletic contests.

[Personal Background]

Shiori was born and raised in Sapporo on the northern island of Hokkaido. She was part of an athletic family, with her dad being a former professional baseball pitcher, and her older brother following his footsteps. She soon showed herself to have a lot of talent on the basketball court, and by talent, that meant height. She grew up very quickly, got slotted as a power forward by her coaches up north and soon developed her skills.

Her parents decided that to attract better quality schools for basketball scholarships, and to be closer to her now professional sibling, the family would move south, to Nashiro, so Shiori could play for Hyakusawa. They hoped the prestige might even lure in scouts from America, but it may have brought Shiori down a different path.

[Persona Name]

Ma'at, Egyptian Goddess of Truth

[Persona User]

Gojira

[Melee Weapon]

Baseball Bat

[Ranged Weapon]

Grenades

[Persona Appearance Details]

Ma'at appears as a tanned woman of Arabic desent, wearing a fine red robe and beaded bands around her neck, arms and ankles. A blue ostrich feather adorns her head, and when threatened, she will sprout a pair of wings featuring features of all colors of the rainbow. She appears holding a rod of metal and an ankh in either hand.

Gojira's mask is black, aside from a pair of raised portions that bend back over her hair and are painted the same blue as Ma'at's feather. The mask extends down over her nose, but leaves her mouth exposed.

[Persona History]

Ma'at was born to bring order to chaos. As the daughter of the Sun-God Ra, she is supposed to remain in place in Isfet to ensure that the principles of honesty and justice were upheld. Her most important role is in the Weighing of the Heart. When a newly deceased person's heart is weighed against the feather from atop her head, if the scales are even, or the heart is lighter, that granted the person access to Aaru (Heaven). If it was heavier, the heart was devoured by Ammit, and the person was condemned to the Duat (Hell).

[Persona Skills]

• Mazio
• Skull Cracker

• Diarama
• Zionga
• Energy Shower
• Mazionga
• Salvation
• Maziodyne

[Persona Type]

Electric

[Persona Strength]

Wind

[Persona Weakness]

Curse

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Link: Here

Name: Emma Moore
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long brown hair, down past her shoulders, usually set in a ponytail. Deep blue eyes, peaches and cream complexion. Stands 5'7", weighing 124 lbs, fairly well endowed. Usually seen wearing brown work boots, a pair of black pants rolled up past her ankles into cuffs, and a gray cotton shirt.
Personality: Emma is a feminist through and through. She was tired always seeing her mom disrespected by the other men in town, and she vowed she wouldn't let it happen to her. Therefore, she is very defensive about anything related to her, and doesn't respond well to criticism. She's not one to give up any kind of authority very easily either.
Backstory: Emma's parents raised her on a small farm outside of Johnson City, Tennessee, where they originally grew tobacco. They made quite a tidy profit off of it, and Emma was able to live a lot better than other children of her age. But as Johnson City expanded in size, her father grew resentful of what the city was becoming. So he uprooted his family when Emma was 12 and settled in the small town they live in today.

As Emma grew up, her father tried to keep her in line the same way he kept her mother in line. With violence. But Emma refused to bend to her father's wishes. She grew resentful of what he did to their family. She made plans to leave when she turned 21, to go and join the suffrage movement that was growing in the North. But then the outbreak happened.

Her parents were one of the first to go missing, vanished within a week of the initial attack. When the mob found the monsters, they found the remains of the Moores, strewn across the cave. Emma couldn't believe it. It was such a horrible way to go. And she never got to try and show her parents the error of their old ways. On that day she vowed she would hunt down every last one of those freaks, to prove that humans were superior to the animals, and women could be just as good as men at killing stuff.

Other Notes: Due to a tornado that ripped through their farm when she was 9, Emma absolutely hates thunderstorms, fearing what they usually bring in the South.

Starting Weapon:A Winchester 1897 shotgun her dad used to shoot deer when they went after their crops. She has only a few bullets left.

Link: Here

Name: Hannah Covato
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Looks/Clothes:

Picture the Disney version of a skateboarding teenage girl and you got it.

Skills: Kicking, spotting trouble over distances, and screaming really loud.
Guns: Pair of pistols, kept in her pockets.
Melee: Skateboard
Personality: Bubbly, kind, boy-crazy, exactly what you expect the product of a Disney upbringing amidst the picket fences to act like. But with skateboards.
Job: Student/Part time Orange Julius worker.

Link:Here

Name: Aritayo Namiko

Gender: Female

Age: 13

Village of Origin: Kiri

Abilities: Ninjutsu, Kenjutsu, Fuinjutsu

Bloodline: Byakugan

Weapons: That sword that Ivy from Soul Calibur uses. The Valentine I think. Also, shuriken.

Appearance: Namiko is 4'11", very slender build. She has long light blue hair, almost falling like a waterfall down her back. During missions, she will put it in a ponytail. She has clear white eyes, similar to the Hyuuga clan of Konoha, although there is a barely noticeable deep blue ring on the outside. She wears her Mist headband on her head; up like a hairband when around town, down on her forehead when training or in a mission. She wears a white t-shirt underneath a dark blue jacket that she usually wears open. On the back of the jacket, she's painted the kanji of the ocean, and inside of it, the symbol of the leaf, a nod to her heritage. She completes this outfit with black pants, and a pair of black boot-like sandals.

Personality: Namiko is a lot like the water her ninjutsu is based on. She just goes with the flow, she's usually very calm and easygoing, although if things do get to be a bit too much, she will start blowing off some steam. She has a big link to the ocean, spending a lot of her free time, as well as some of her training time out there.

Strengths: Chakra Control, Speed, Intelligence

Weaknesses: Strength, Hand Seal Speed

Bio: First, a bit of family history. Interland relationships were gaining in popularity, especially after the Sand/Leaf union with the Kazekage's sister marrying one of the top Konoha genin. Eventually even the most tight knit families found members looking across borders for love. This included the Hyuuga family. One of the younger women, whose husband had been killed during a mission, had caught the eye of a traveling chunin from Kirigakure. Both the main and branch families were heavily against it, and forbade the woman from even leaving the grounds. The woman didn't take this lying down, and eloped with the chunin, making their way back to his hometown, and bringing her two year old son with her. The Hyuuga were furious, but the Land of Mist were holding their ground. They refused to extradite the woman back to Konoha, and so the Byakugan was in the hands of another family. The woman's son eventually grew up, under his stepfather's name, and the Land of the Mist was proud to boast the second family of the Byakugan, the Aritayos.

Namiko is a direct descendant of the original couple, born in Kirigakure, and raised near the ocean. Her parents saw that she immediately took to the water as if she was born in it. She grew up studying her past in order to fully understand the powers she inherited. She showed an aptitude for being able to see precisely where the chakra flow of a person was, and pinpoint where to strike to best knock out the power flow. However there was a problem, she was very weak. Even for the "Gentle Fist" techniques, she still couldn't get enough behind them to do enough damage to incapacitate. Her arms would fly like windmills, she had incredible limb speed, but she couldn't power through. Her father took this as a sign that she might be a more effective fighter if she had a weapon she could use to transfer her limb speed into a direct attack. After a year, he came up with a combination between a whip and a sword, that would allow the momentum of Namiko's swings to be channeled through the razor sharp pieces that made up the whole sword. Namiko took to it immediately, finding her chakra could even be channeled through it, for better control of where the whip was heading.

As she got older her strength improved a bit, but not nearly enough to ever be effective at taijutsu, so she stayed with her whipsword, improving her flow with it so she could deliver quicker blows. It's range suited her well. She didn't even need to use ranged weapons like fellow prospective shinobi she attended school with. That sword was a swirling dervish that she controlled almost like an extension of her arm. Because of this, when she was finally ready to be promoted up to genin, she rose to the top of the ranking in her class. This meant she would be quite useful in the inter country alliance against the Demons that had risen. She was ready for whatever they wanted to throw at her, she would just repel it right back, like the waves sending the water back to the shore.

Notes: Do I really need any more? Um....her favorite food is Tonkotsu ramen. There.

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Name: Julia "Jewels" Fleury

Age: 24

Sex:....Female. I hope you guessed that.

Crew Member/Passenger: Crew Member

Role: Head Chef (Cause everyone knows the Chef is most badass person on any ship. Just ask Cuba Gooding Jr.)

Appearance: An amazon compared to most girls in the area, Jewels stands at 6'2", which makes her straight armpit-length amber-colored hair seem even longer. If anyone looked up, they'd see she has deep blue eyes, although people might be more interested in the rubies she has dangling from her Caucasian-toned ears. She's pretty slender for someone her size.

She usually spotted wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, a beat up pair of black sneakers, a red bandanna used to keep her hair out of the way while cooking, and a bright green emerald pendant.

Personality: Jewels is usually pretty upbeat, always has a kind word for everyone who shows up in her kitchen. She pays a lot of attention to what goes into the food she makes on board, and it shows in the results. She can handle even the most pressure packed situations with ease, thanks to years spent in her chosen profession.

How you came to join the Waxwing crew: Julia came up to Sparrow one day out of the blue around a year and a half ago as he was docked on her home planet of Acqus-Two and asked if he had any openings on board his ship. When he thought for a moment and said that they could use a cook, Julia immediately offered her services for the position, and a surprised Sparrow accepted. She got her nickname on board within the first week. She told people to call her Jules, and while she meant it as a shortening of her name, it came to refer to the earrings and pendant she always wore.

Background info: Jewels was born into a family on the poor side of Acqus-Two, one of the families often farmed for cheap labor by the rich parts of the planet. Her parents both worked for families on the other side, and they were worked hard. They barely earned enough to keep Julia and her siblings fed, and they weren't able to be home very often. As the oldest of four, Julia had to look after the others, learning how to cook and clean since her mom was doing that for the others. After a few years, her parents still weren't getting anywhere at all, no extra money, no extra time off, so Julia decided it was time to even the score.

She started heading over to the rich parts of the planet, saying she was going on a school trip, but she was really doing was casing some of the mansions in the area. When she was home she would practice on meager locks, making sure she could get them off quickly and easily. After enough time, she felt confident enough to go after some of the homes, and she found out that she really needed of prepared all that hard. The rich of Acqus-Two were so sure that they had the system locked down, that they never bothered to install anything major on their houses, and for Julia it was a buffet. On her first night, she got a nice haul of jewelry and cash and used it to pick up some more tools from a guy she knew. Over the next few years, she would periodically hit up some houses every few months or so, and use the profits from pawn shop sales to get her family some decent food, some nice clothes, basically everything she thought her parents had earned from the rich folks but never were given. Her parents wondered where the money was coming from but she told them she had just gotten a part time job.

She had gotten so comfortable on her little trips to the well-off sector that she got careless on her last time out. As she was making her way back out of the mansion, she thought she had made a clean break yet again. However, she looked back and saw one of the old crones looking right at her as she escaped. The next day, a warrant was issued for a very tall girl with long hair and Julia knew she was in trouble. She went home and hid all the ill-gotten gains she had yet to fence, burying them deep underneath the old playhouse that her father built for her before he had to go working for the older folk. She left a note for her family, directed mostly to her oldest sibling, Mindy, saying she was ready to take charge, and that she had to find her own destiny. She headed for the spaceship docks and applied for any of the outgoing ships that would be willing to hire her. Sparrow's was the first she got a yes on. She left everything in her old life behind, save for the earrings and pendant she got from her first ever heist, kept as a reminder to return one day, when the heat was down, and when she was sure she had a better life for her family. She's been on the ship ever sense.

Useful Talents: Jewels is an excellent cook, years of cooking for her finicky siblings have gotten her skills up to a nice level. Also, with her experiences as a high-class thief, she is very stealthy, able to sneak into any place undetected. She carries a small laser pistol she got for defense on her trips, and her guy in the underground customized it for her to be as silent as possible. However, no one else on board knows her as anything other than the kitchen girl, save for Zoe.

Link: Here

Name: Julia "Jewels" Fleury
Age: 24
Gender: Female

Appearance: An amazon compared to most ladies in the galaxy, Jewels stands at 6'2", which makes her straight armpit-length amber-colored hair seem even longer. If anyone looked up, they'd see she has deep blue eyes, although people might be more interested in the rubies she has dangling from her Caucasian-toned ears. She's pretty slender for someone her size, but it suits her hobby.

She usually spotted wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, a beat up pair of black sneakers, a red bandanna used to keep her hair out of the way while cooking, and a bright green emerald pendant.

Background: Jewels was born into a family on the poor side of Acqus-Two, one of the families often farmed for cheap labor by the rich parts of the planet. Her parents both worked for families on the other side, and they were worked hard. They barely earned enough to keep Julia and her siblings fed, and they weren't able to be home very often. As the oldest of four, Julia had to look after the others, learning how to cook and clean since her mom was doing that for the others. After a few years, her parents still weren't getting anywhere at all, no extra money, no extra time off, so Julia decided it was time to even the score.

She started heading over to the rich parts of the planet, saying she was going on a school trip, but she was really doing was casing some of the mansions in the area. When she was home she would practice on meager locks, making sure she could get them off quickly and easily. After enough time, she felt confident enough to go after some of the homes, and she found out that she really needed of prepared all that hard. The rich of Acqus-Two were so sure that they had the system locked down, that they never bothered to install anything major on their houses, and for Julia it was a buffet. On her first night, she got a nice haul of jewelry and cash and used it to pick up some more tools from a guy she knew. Over the next few years, she would periodically hit up some houses every few months or so, and use the profits from pawn shop sales to get her family some decent food, some nice clothes, basically everything she thought her parents had earned from the rich folks but never were given. Her parents wondered where the money was coming from but she told them she had just gotten a part time job.

She had gotten so comfortable on her little trips to the well-off sector that she got careless on her last time out. As she was making her way back out of the mansion, she thought she had made a clean break yet again. However, she looked back and saw one of the old crones looking right at her as she escaped. The next day, a warrant was issued for a very tall girl with long hair and Julia knew she was in trouble. She went home and hid all the ill-gotten gains she had yet to fence, burying them deep underneath the old playhouse that her father built for her before he had to go working for the older folk. She left a note for her family, directed mostly to her oldest sibling, Mindy, saying she was ready to take charge, and that she had to find her own destiny. She headed for the spaceship docks and applied for any of the outgoing ships that would be willing to hire her. Ellery's was the first she got a yes on. She left everything in her old life behind, save for the earrings and pendant she got from her first ever heist, kept as a reminder to return one day, when the heat was down, and when she was sure she had a better life for her family. She's been on the ship ever sense, although she worries about the bountied people they hunt down. Wondering if you might be on one of these bounty lists your friends are checking off tends to do that. No one else on the ship knows her as anything other than the kitchen girl, but still, the thought lingers.

Role on the WaxWing: "Well, I'm the only chef who can make Ellery's supplies taste anywhere near good, so I do that."

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Name: Julia "Jewels" Crosby

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Appearance: An amazon compared to most girls in the system, Jewels stands at 6'2", which makes her straight, shoulder blade long amber-colored hair seem even longer. If anyone looked up, they'd see she has deep blue eyes, although people might be more interested in the rubies she has dangling from her Caucasian-toned ears. She's pretty slender for someone her size.

She usually spotted wearing a black t-shirt, blue jeans, a beat up pair of black sneakers, a red bandanna used to keep her hair out of the way while cooking, and a bright green emerald pendant.

Personality: Jewels is usually pretty upbeat, always has a kind word for everyone who shows up in her kitchen. She pays a lot of attention to what goes into the food she makes on board, and it shows in the results. She's good at keeping her cool in most situations...unless there's blood. She does not handle blood or really any kind of major injury very well.

Useful Talents: Jewels is an excellent cook, years of cooking for her finicky siblings have gotten her skills up to a nice level. Also, with her experiences as a high-class thief, she is relatively stealthy, able to sneak into most places undetected. She carries a small laser pistol she got for defense on her trips, and her guy in the underground back on Maccan customized it for her to be as silent as possible.

Biography: Jewels was born in the Taranis system, to a family in Little Raith, on the poor side of Maccan. The tennants of Little Raith was often used as cheap labor by the rich society folk of New Glasgow, on the more developed side of the planet. Her parents both worked for families in New Glasgow, and they were worked hard. They barely earned enough to keep Julia and her siblings fed, and they weren't able to be home very often. As the oldest of four, Julia had to look after the others, learning how to cook and clean since her mom was doing that for the others. After a few years, her parents still weren't getting anywhere at all, no extra money, no extra time off, so Julia decided it was time to even the score.

She started heading over to the richer parts of the planet, saying she staying late for extracurricular activities, which was technically true, but she was really doing was casing some of the mansions in New Glasgow. When she was at home, she would practice on any different locks and alarm boxes she acquired, making sure she could get them off quickly and easily. After enough time, she felt confident enough to go after some of the homes, and she found out that she really shouldn't have bothered preparing all that hard. The upper crust of Maccan were so sure that they had the system locked in place, that most homes never bothered to install any major security systems on their houses, and for Julia it was a buffet. On her first night, she got a nice haul of jewelry and cash and used it to pick up some more tools from a friend of a friend she had talked to prior to this second career. Over the next few years, she would periodically hit up different houses every few months or so, and use the profits from pawn shop sales to get her family some decent food, some actual clothes, basically everything she thought her parents should have earned from the well-to-dos but never were given. Her parents wondered where the money was coming from but she told them she had just gotten a part time job at a pawn shop in Little Raith.

Julia had gotten so comfortable on her little trips to New Glasgow that she got careless on her last time out. As she was making her way back out of the mansion, she thought that she was in the clear yet again. However, she looked back and saw one of the old crones angrily looking at her as she escaped over the lawn. The next day, a warrant was posted all over for a very tall girl with long hair and Julia knew she was in trouble. She went home and hid all the ill-gotten gains she had yet to fence, as well as her tools and stealth outfit, burying them deep underneath the old playhouse in the back that her father built for her when she was younger. She left a note for her family, directed mostly to her oldest sibling, Mindy, saying she was ready to take charge of the family while Mom and Dad were away, and that Julia had to leave to find her own destiny.

She headed for the spaceship docks in Aberdeen with nothing but the clothes on her back, a couple of bottles of water, some trail mix, her concealed pistol and a couple souvenirs from her previous hobby. Willing to board the first ship that looked like it would be the more "payment now, questions later" type, she bartered her way aboard the Chelski by offering the captain a gold watch she had been "bequeathed". The accessory was enough to get her clear of Taranis, but not enough to determine where she would get to go, so Captain Zhirkov decided that Neoteno was her destination and let her know on the capital planet of Hanan Pacha, when he took off while she was stocking up on provisions.

While Maccan had been relatively lax with the security, Neoteno proved to be crawling with PGP troops, and as such, it was difficult to find a place where Julia felt she would both be able to work competently, and avoid any authority figures who might have heard about her exploits on Maccan. She didn't feel comfortable anywhere until she interviewed at the Snarl. Scott seemed like a chill boss, and the pay was going to be decent. She was sure she had it, until a group of patrolling PGP grunts happened to come in during the meeting. As the group passed the booth, they greeted the owner and moved on. It was then Julia popped her head out from beneath the table. She cursed herself for reacting like that, but Scott laughed and offered her a job in the back, away from suspicious eyes. Julia instantly accepted.

Over the next year and a half, Julia blended in to the motley crew that worked the kitchen for the Snarl first as a dishwasher before proving herself to be a capable line cook. She insisted on wearing the earrings and necklace she avoided pawning off, "heirlooms" she called them, and in return she got the nickname "Jewels" for multiple reasons. It was decent work but Jewels missed being able to freely go out and about. The whole witness protection program treatment was starting to get old. When Scott let slip that he was getting a ship together for less than savory acts, Jewels insisted on going aboard. It took a lot of pestering, but Scott eventually relented and let Jewels go on board the Queen's Anne's Revenge as the head (by default) of the ship's kitchen.

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Name: Anjali "Anya" Sidhu

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Orientation: Bisexual

Ethnicity & Appearance: Anya is Indian, standing roughly 5'6", with deep brown eyes, and straight black hair down to her shoulder blades, her bangs hanging on the side of her maple brown face. She's got a svelte figure, which she flaunts regularly.

She's usually seen wearing a low cut t-shirt with some logo on it, a pair of blue jeans and a pair of sandals.

Personality: Anya is the kind of girl who will try anything and do anything. Partying takes precedence over studying for her, and she will do whatever is being offered at a shindig. Anything to piss off daddy. She is very outgoing, and tries to be friends with everyone she meets, but it's clear when talking with her parents she doesn't hold anything back from them.

Background: Anya was born in Goa, India, but her parents immigrated to the States when she was one year old. He parents settled outside of Chicago, her father quickly rising though the ranks at Chicago Mercy hospital to become their top surgeon. While he may have been living the American dream, he certainly wasn't letting go of his Indian roots. He made sure Anya's mother taught their daughter to speak Hindi at home, and was fully immersed in her heritage. It worked for the first few years, but once she started going to public school, the seeds of Americana were planted in Anya. They didn't sprout at first, but once she hit puberty, she started shirking her culture in favor of those of the group. And she enjoyed it. It was a lot more fun than the strict caste system her parents were trying to keep her in. She became someone with two personas; the outgoing party girl who was everyone's friend at school, and the subdued responsible studier in front of her parents. She kept this up right until the end of high school.

Her father wanted his child to follow in his footsteps, become a doctor, and they had sent Anya's credentials off to some of the top medical colleges in America. Johns Hopkins. Stanford. Duke. They all loved her; a smart, motivated minority, with a pedigree to match. Only problem was one of those adjectives was incorrect. Anya had no intention of going to university for another eight years. Not in the slightest. So she applied on her own to Harbour College. She snatched the letter she got back, her acceptance more than confirmed, multiple scholarships being awarded to her due to her marks. So when her father was debating her choices for her at the end of the summer, she broke the news that her answer would be none of the above. There was a huge fight, and she left the house right after, only returning to recover her belongings under the watchful eye of her friend's parents, the ex-football player and his wife. Her father was furious, her mom just stood back in that passive-aggressive manner of guilting someone into staying. But it didn't work, the seeds of Americana were in full bloom, and now that she was 19, Anya was going to do what she wanted, and that meant going to the beach college to party her way through an Arts degree and living her life the way she wanted, not her father.

College Program: English

Relationships: She gets periodical phone calls from her parents ordering her to reconsider, but they just result in many loud insults in Hindi being screamed between them. She was the only one of her high school friends to head for Harbour College, so she's looking to get a new group together ASAP.

Name: Brian MacKenzie

Hero Alias: ?

Age: 21

Powers:
I guess you can call me the perfect healing machine. Any wound I take, I can regenerate, like it was never there. It's a bit painful when I do it, but I barely notice it anymore. Not only that, I can heal anyone around me, the exact same way. Again, it's painful, but it gets the job done. Also, thanks to some "professionals" who met me when I was younger, I have some control over dark energy. Like, have you ever played Mass Effect? Then you have a good idea of what I can actually do with that, although you have to scale it back a bit, I'm not pro at it.

Weaknesses:
-I have to remain still if I'm healing up, otherwise, you know stuff would get a little out of place. It makes me a sitting duck, but I'm not having my bone stick out of my arm again. That sucked. Plus, you know, the pain.
-Same thing if I'm healing someone else, only both people have got to be still.
-I'm not immortal. I can't survive like, a shotgun blast, or decapitation or anything like that. I'm not that good.
-Beer, but then again, you could have guessed that.

Weapons: N/A

Appearance (both civilian and hero costume):
All right well I kinda of stick out a little bit, being 6'4" will do that for ya, and I'm lanky too, there isn't much muscle. If somehow you saw my hair, you'd see it's mostly short, a bit longer in the back, it's straight and dirty blond, almost brown, but not quite. My beard is some how lighter in color. Don't know how. It goes around like a chinstrap, I'm told it makes me look better. My eyes stand out too, they are a deep blue like a Yukon lake in winter. Normal everyday attire? It's nothing fancy, I just stick with a random t-shirt I grab, blue jeans, my old pair of sneakers, and depending on the season, an assortment of baseball hats between spring and fall, and my red toque in the winter. (Yes toque. Don't test me on this.)

I was supposed to have a costume? Shit, um well, I've been wearing this motorcycle helmet I picked up cheap from a secondhand store, and this leather jacket I don't wear unless I'm out looking for people who need help. I don't know, what about my powers screams "biker healer"? I'm sorry, I'm a bit new to this whole superhero thing. Going to need some work on that.

Personality: I like to think I'm a pretty fun guy to hang out with, you know, very open. I'm usually the first to help out in trouble, I guess that's why I started getting into the superhero realm, once I knew about it. I'm very social, I like being in the crowd, much more fun than being alone. I'm um...not very good at describing myself. You're better off asking people who know me for that.

Biography: OK, get comfy, cause its story time.

I was born in Port Hood, Nova Scotia, to a poor family. We lived pretty close to the ocean, close enough where the winds from off the Gulf could knock you right over if you weren't careful. According to my folks, it was pretty normal life at first, running around, drinking juice, kid stuff. Then when I was eight, I was playing with my brother on the bunk beds and we both fell off the top bunk, I landed on my arm, he landed on his leg, both totally broke. My bro was freaking, I was freaking but paralyzed, like I couldn't move. I was calling out for the folks, and when they got to me they saw my arm literally put itself back into place. They couldn't believe it. My bro was still crying so I tried to put him at ease. I wanted to see if his leg was really broken and then as I touched him, the leg started healing too. It was crazy. They were sure something was wrong so they took me and him to Dr. MacInnis. He said we were perfectly fine, even though they saw our limbs broken. And then that's when the government came in.

See Canada? Not as peaceful as you all might think. There was some real freaky stuff going on. I was taken to a military facility in Fort MacMurray, Alberta where testing went on. A lot of testing. They wanted to see the extent of my powers, short of full on blasting me in the head, and I passed through everything, without a scratch. I even healed one of the construction workers who got into a nail gun incident. They said while they had seen the regeneration powers before, I was the first to be able to regenerate people. They said I would be very useful. After a couple years, they said they wanted to try something they hadn't tried before, cause no one was able to handle it. I was just like 10, so I figured, you know I could do it. I don't remember what happened after I said yes, but when I woke up I could do things. Float things. Not very well though, but enough to be noticeable. They had me work on it, training for a couple years, but I was never really that good with it. I didn't get more time because in 2003, Prime Minister Martin shut the whole thing down. Said it wasn't needed anymore. I think he was just looking for something to cut.

The guys in the facility returned me home, parents were pretty happy actually. The scientists said that with my studies, I could reenter the school system, but I would have to keep everything secret. I didn't want to stand out, so I did. I went through all of high school and the couple years I worked to end up some nest money without showing off any of these powers. I finally got enough saved up so I could attend university, and I enrolled at Nova State since it was cheap and they offered me a little scholarship money. During my first year, I kept hearing about all these attacks on the streets and stuff and, I don't know, it just got to me. I figured I couldn't let this stand so I started going out at night, wearing that helmet, seeing if I could help anyone. I'm pretty sure that's not the best way to survive here, so I thought I could join up with you guys. I mean, I gotta be some use, right?

Notes: Um.....not sure what to put here. I'll just leave it blank.

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Name: Chelsea Ibuki
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Hometown: Blackthorn City

Appearance: Chelsea is 5'7", 122 lbs. She has deep blue eyes and long light blue hair, similar to that of her mother. She wears it straight down around her head, tied off with a bandanna at the top. She's normally seen wearing a red tank top with some vague Chinese symbols on it that comes up above her midriff, a pair of skinny blue jeans, black sneakers and a pair of fingerless black gloves.

Profession: Trainer

Type Specialty: Dragon

Pokemon: Horsea

Bio: Chelsea is the only child of Blackthorn's Gym Leader Clair and an unknown father. Clair was thrilled to have a daughter she could try to mold into her image and use to keep the family line strong in the city. They had a good relationship going until Chelsea was ten and the time came for her to begin her Pokemon training. She shocked her mom by saying that she didn't want to train Pokemon. After watching her mother's methods, involving many punishing nights in the waterfalls and whirlpools of the Dragon's Den, she decided she wasn't going to put what she considered her friends through such trials. Clair was furious and their relationship was instantly shattered.

After her tenth birthday, Chelsea was given little to no attention by her mother and as she grew older, this lack of love at home turned her cold. Ironically Clair's lack of feeling for her daughter is exactly what she needed to become just like her. She still wasn't training any Pokemon, however. She held fast to her goal to be anything like her mother, even if she couldn't see she was failing on the mental side of that ambition. They continually grew distant as Chelsea floated her way through "normal" school until she hit 19.

Chelsea was home for the evening she heard her mother making a phone call. The discussion and the piece of paper that Clair was holding piqued her daughter's interest. She grabbed the upstairs phone and listened in. There was a man on the line, talking about setting up a team in a far off land. He was asking if Blackthorn had any trainers who might be considered worthy enough to join. Clair said there were none. The man brought up the daughter he had heard Clair had, but that only brought out words from Clair such as "failure", "disappointment" and "frigid bitch". Chelsea couldn't contain herself after that last one. She ran downstairs, denouncing her mother before yanking the phone out of her hands. "I'm coming. Be ready," was all she told the man on the other line. With that she snatched the invitation out of Clair's hands and was out the door.

In a way, Chelsea was ready for this. She had been looking for an opportunity to get away from her mother and the culture she cultivated, and this was the perfect opportunity. But in another way, she wasn't anywhere near ready, seeing as she didn't even have a Pokemon. She knew how to rectify that though. She went into the Dragon's Den to see the elder of the Dragon-User's Clan.

When Chelsea got there, she told the elder that she was finally ready to start as a Dragon trainer and get a Dratini of her own. But the Elder took a look at the young woman. He saw way too much of Clair in her for his own liking and rejected her outright, saying she had waited too long and would not be receiving any Pokemon from him. The raging girl stormed out of the shrine and was about to go steal one of her mother's Pokemon when she came across something on the shoreline. It was a tiny Horsea, seemingly kicked out of the water by some unknown forces. It was battered, but still able to make feeble cries. Seeing that little Pokemon, a dormant force awoke in Chelsea, one of compassion that had been sealed away by years of family torment. She picked up the little Horsea, and brought it to the Blackthorn Pokemon Center. Obtaining a spare Pokeball from the Joy on duty, she captured the Horsea and with it set off for the area designated on the map, ready to prove her mother and her family wrong.

Other: She does now a bit about basic battling strategy, having been allowed and then forced to watch Clair's regular gym battles against challenging trainers, but other than that she is a rookie, here only on her mom's reputation.

Name: Jordan Kelly
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Hometown: Fuchsia City

Appearance: Jordan is a tall, tanned Caucasian, standing at 6'3, a fairly average looking young man. He's got shaggy, dirty blond hair and blue eyes, nothing remarkable about his clothes either. He wears a black and ocean blue Fuchsia Sharks baseball hat, a black t-shirt worn underneath a gray hooded zip-up sweatshirt, a pair of blue jeans and a beaten up pair of gray sneakers. He has a pair of ray-ban sunglasses he will wear when conditions are appropriate, and he wears a Sharpedo tooth hanging from some string around his neck because it "looked cool."
Personality: Jordan is what you would call a "beach bum". Laid back, not really caring a lot about anything, just out for a good time. More interested in surfing than training, he doesn't really try to push his Pokemon at all. He's got a good heart and will try to help, if it doesn't take much effort, but in the end, he'd still prefer just relaxing on the sand.

Profession: Trainer
Talents: He is an excellent surfer, he wants to get a Water Pokemon so he can learn how to surf on top of it, but he has yet to find one that is good enough.
Inventory: 5 Pokeballs, 3 Potions, Sleeping Bag, Frying Pan (perfect for Beach BBQs). He's traveling light, partially because it makes easier to travel, partially because he couldn't be bothered to bring anything else.

Starter Pokemon: Scyther, named Vince

Biography: Jordan was born and raised in Fuchsia City, the son of a Safari Zone ranger and a housemaker. His father's job kept him away from the house at all hours of the day and night, he had to be ever vigilant and on the watch for poachers. His mother resented him for staying away from the house so much, and raised Jordan to avoid Pokemon, saying they sucked the life out of people. This point was only further hammered home during his first swim in the ocean. He had gotten away from the beach a little bit and a Tentacool stung him hard. He was quickly pulled to safety, but he had sworn off Pokemon for good.

He remained steadfast in his beliefs, his mother was very happy, his father couldn't tell what had happened. It stayed that way until his parents when on a long overdue workation to the Sevii islands for a couple months and 13 year old Jordan was left to stay with his uncle, who lived on the Fuchsia Beach. His uncle was an avid surfer and Jordan came out with him every day, mostly because it was summer, and everything on TV sucked. His Uncle would go out there almost every day on his Blastoise, surfing the good waves that crashed on the Kanto shores. Jordan was still a bit frightened from his earlier experiences with the ocean, but when his uncle hoisted him aboard that Turtle Pokemon and he felt the spray of the water hitting his face, he knew he found something he could truly enjoy. He started going out with his uncle, but since he didn't have a Pokemon, he just used a surfboard. He was a fast learner and he would keep going out with his uncle every chance he could get after that. He had slight ambitions to get a Pokemon like his uncle, but it didn't really matter now. He was enjoying the thrills he got when surfing. When he wasn't out riding the waves, he was hanging out on the beach with other like-minded teens, but it wasn't going to last.

His parents grew weary of his laissez-faire attitude around the house. It had been two years since he graduated high school and he showed no ambition to do a thing with his life. He would stay out on the beach like he always did. There was a huge fight between his parents one night when Jordan was down at a beach bonfire. His father figured he had the perfect solution and his mother was so opposed to it she started throwing china around. When Jordan finally returned from his little party, his father was sitting there, waiting for him, surrounded by a sea of shattered porcelain. On the kitchen table was an egg. His father told him that since Jordan didn't seem to want to pick his path, his father would pick it for him. He was going to be flown out the next day by his father's Fearow, to Pallet, where he would be registered for the Pokemon League challenge. The egg contained his Pokemon. Jordan would have no say in the matter, and if he ever wanted to return home, he had better get cracking on the League path. It would be a rough ride. Jordan mustered what little protests he could, but it was no use. Jordan was taken to the tiny town in the West part of Kanto and stranded there. No money, no way home, just the clothes on his back, a few meager supplies and the egg his father had given him. Soon after he arrived, the egg hatched, revealing that his dad had at least given him a good start, a Scyther appearing before him. He was disappointed it wasn't a Water Pokemon, but the little guy was showing a fair amount of spirit. Jordan named him Vince and decided if he was going to have to fight his way back home, he better start now, so he could get back out on the waves he loved as quickly as possible.

Notes/Other: His uncle is the famed Surfing Guru of Fuchsia Beach.

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Name: Brandon "Colt" Robertson
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Ethnicity & Appearance: Brandon is 3/4 Caucasian, 1/4 Hispanic, his grandmother on his mother's side having immigrated from Mexico. He's tall, standing at 6'3", with short dark brown hair, mud brown eyes and perpetually tanned skin due to his heritage. He is built, weighing 220lbs, most of it muscles, thanks to years of practice on the football fields, especially in the legs. He advertises his love for this game by constantly wearing football jerseys, primarily of the Cowboys, wherever he goes, in addition to crisp blue jeans and black running shoes. He has a tattoo on his upper back of a blackened wild horse, a nod to his nickname.

Personality: Brandon is well, let's call it self-confident. He is incredibly sure in his own talents, so much so that he puts himself above all others when it comes to what he can do. The culture he grew up in didn't help, constantly putting him on a pedestal because of what he could do with a football. Once he found out he was a god child, this only made him even more cocky. He is also very hot-headed, once he gets insulted he automatically leads to a confrontation. He is exactly what you expect out of a brash young athlete.

Divine Parent: Ares
Demigod Abilities: Brandon has super strength, enough to break bones with a punch and send people flying. He has slightly enhanced speed, he can run 40 yards in 4.4 seconds. He also has an innate proficiency with weapons. He can pick up almost anything and as long as it can be used to stab, beat or shoot someone, it becomes deadly in his hands.
Weapon(s): Brandon has a pair of Smith and Wesson SW1911 semi automatic hand guns, a "gift" from a SMU booster for leading the Mustangs back to the top of the national football picture. He's become very accurate with these guns and are his go to when he gets in trouble that can't be solved by hitting things. Since he was too young to use these guns before, he used to use a Louisville Slugger baseball bat, since he preferred the All-American approach to violence, but with his latest acquisitions, the bat has become emergency use only.
Enchanted Item(s): Brandon had the ring that he received for winning the 2021 Outback bowl over South Carolina enchanted during one of his summers at camp so that it would be able to generate a brief force field for defense purposes. It doesn't last very long but it is usually enough to protect him if he gets into trouble.

Biography: Brandon is the only child born to his unmarried mother in Denton, Texas. He never knew his father growing up, his mother said he left right after he learned she was pregnant. She raised Brandon as well as she could though. She didn't have much free money but made sure a football was in his crib from the day he was born. As he grew up, he was broiled in the Texas culture. Boys grew up to play football, shoot guns and eat huge steaks. Brandon was no exception. Though steaks were hard to come by for his two job mother, and no one would give a child a gun, the football took to him like a hand to a glove.

As he grew up, Brandon was aware that he was talented, much better than the kids of his age. He was able to run right past them, and if they got in his way, he would just bowl right over them. The papers couldn't explain it, but they were quick to anoint the kid as the next big thing in Texas Football. High schools across the state were clamoring to have him transfer so they could claim to have him on their roster. But Brandon was determined to stay put and went to Denton High.

After his first season for the Broncos, on his 15th birthday in April, his mom revealed to him why he was so much stronger and faster than the other kids his age. 15 years ago, Maria Robertson was down on her luck after leaving home young and working at Chicas Bonitas, a strip club in Dallas. It turns out that one gentleman was very interested in her one night and wanted the VIP treatment. She consented and the two spent the night together. This was getting a little bit too much for Brandon. However, the next day the guy revealed to her that he was actually Ares, the Greek God of War, and that she would be carrying one of his children. Maria was happy, since she assumed this would mean godly sums of money, but that greedy bastard never came through on child support and since he keeps changing his appearance and his name, she couldn't track him down. Not until she was contacted a couple months earlier and told that due to his status, he was selected to start attending a special camp in New York every year. Normally, a 15 year old being told by his mom that she was a stripper would be a bad thing, but still, learning he was a demi-god? This softened the blow a bit.

Brandon took this news pretty well, especially since it did prove that he really was better than everyone else. He was godly. His ego started to swell a bit more, but his talent kept backing it up. He broke a 50 year old Texas state single season rushing record in his junior season, which led to effigies of him being hung and burned in Arlen, and then broke his own record the next year, while leading the Denton High Broncos to back-to-back state class 4A championships. Meanwhile in the summers, instead of training like his coaches wanted, he would go to the Camp and intermingle with the other demi-gods. It was just for a couple of summers until it became time to go to university. Literally every BCS school was after him, imploring him to coming to their school. Instead, once again he opted to stay close to home, attending Southern Methodist University back in Dallas.

He's done well there, leading the school to it's first Bowl game appearance in 10 years in the 2021 Outback Bowl, following it up with a Rose Bowl appearance and a win over the vaunted Purdue Boilermakers there. Now with a 4 month summer, he comes back to Long Island in May to "share his awesomeness" with the other campers. This year, he was finally promoted to counselor of the Ares Cabin.

Relationships With Other Characters: Brandon is single and likes it that way. He likes to be able to play the field, do as he will. But who knows? Perhaps someone can tame that wild nature of his.

Notes: Brandon is projected to be a high first round pick in next year's NFL Draft if he leaves school early. He is not planning on doing this however. He has already made it known that he will not be playing anywhere that is known for snow, except for Indianapolis.

He also has yet to go on a quest despite his status and his length of time at camp. He believes this could be due to the fact that Ares is ashamed he made a demi-god of a stripper's son and doesn't want to acknowledge it.

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Name: Sammi Makela
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance: Sammi is a tall woman, standing 6'0", with long blond hair and light blue eyes showing her supposed heritage. She cuts an imposing figure, years on the sea have given her a very toned body. She likes to think she could be in the running for beauty of the sea, but other people would probably not put her up that far. She's usually wearing a red tank top, black pants, sandals and a sky blue headband.

Background: Sammi was born on the island of Lillestad. When she was growing up, she would wait at home for her father after he returned home from long days of fishing the sea. Once he was home, he would tell young Sammi stories of the sea, and of their ancestors who were supposedly great warriors long ago. As she grew up, she was more attached to the sea and determined to make her living off of it, but her father said no. No daughter of his would have to work for pay. This shocking commandment angered the young girl.

Sammi decided that her father couldn't tell her what to do and snuck away to the port on the other side of the island, looking to get on whatever ship she could. The only ship in port that day belonged to one Captain Hartley. He looked skeptical to take on the young girl but made a deal with her. He would allow her to sail with his crew, if she treated him to a proper meal beforehand. Sammi wasn't thrilled with the prospect of having to cook for a spot, especially if it meant she was pretty much auditioning for a chef's spot, but she was relieved when she realized that any cooked meal would do. The two went to a local tavern and the dinner was actually rather enjoyable, except for desert, that was strange tasting. The fruit on top of her parfait seemed a bit off. However, that was nothing compared to the conditions that Captain Hartley sprung on her.

He told Sammi that in order to be on his ship, every member had to be useful, and while she didn't appear to bring much to the table, he could fix that. The fruit that adorned her desert was the Nawa Nawa no Mi fruit, one that he couldn't trust to a member of his crew who might use it's powers for mutinous purposes. However, a doe-eyed young girl, still with the shred of innocence and wonder, and a drive for the open sea, she could use the power. And that's how Sammi was drafted into the pirate lifestyle.

Sammi became indispensable on board the Thrasher, her newly gained abilities making things easier, but she got a lot of guff from the crew members on board who were not pleased that she got the Devil Fruit that Hartley had been holding onto for so long. All the Captain told her to do was to stand her ground, and use her powers if she needed to, with his blessing. After a couple of upside down hangings from the rigging, the crew started to back off, but they weren't willing to help her at all during the raids the ship performed. There were a couple of close calls at first, Sammi had never fought in any kind of conflict in her life, and her powers were not always able to be used to their full potential, which depressed her. She confessed this to Hartley, who had been the one to come to her aid during those times she was almost captured and she told the Captain that maybe she should just be taken home. They got talking about her old life and when Hartley learned about the stories she was told as a child, he urged Sammi to embrace her heritage, to become the fierce warrior of her families past. With some training from the Captain, she got better at fighting, and after some time, she was one of the most feared members of Hartley's crew, her weapons, fighting style and heritage earning her the nickname of "The Viking."

One night, when the ship was docked in the port of Belhampton, Hartley and Sammi were on land looking for a place that would cater to their crew, but they need not have bothered. The Marines were ready to take care of that for them. They blitzed the ship and captured everyone before heading into the town for the main prizes; the captain and his devil fruit companion. It was a quick run through the town before the landing party caught up to the two. Hartley told Sammi to get away as far as she could while he held them off. Sammi was reluctant to abandon the Captain to this fate, but it was an order. He told her he would find her the next day, but as dawn broke on the woods North of the port, the captain and the Marines were nowhere to be found. Sammi was the last Thrasher crew member remaining, and the Marines would be sure to come back for her.

Faced with the task of finding another ship so she could get off the map until the heat died down, Sammi went looking for a crew that could use her talents, maintain the level of integrity that she had cultivated with Hartley, and most importantly, help eventually break the Captain out of the Marines compound. Captain Peter's ship was the first one she came across, so that is where she began plotting how to eventually break Hartley free.

Personality: Due to her time on the Thrasher, Sammi has grown to put up a very tough front, feeling it necessary to assert herself amongst the male-dominated profession she had become a part of. In battle she fights with the ferocity of the Vikings that Hartley told her of in the past. However, when by herself or with people she truly trusts (so far Hartley is the only one that has qualified), she exposes her true nature. She is much more open, quick to let the emotions come out, the anti-thesis of the image she projects on deck.

Skills/Abilities: In battle, Sammi's weapon of choice is a twin pair of hand axes, useful for boarding opposing ships, or taking a chunk out of someone's neck. They don't allow for a lot of range, and when thrown, they aren't very accurate, but in close, she is a force, and opponents usually are in close, whether they like it or not, thanks to her ability.

The night she ate the Nawa Nawa no Mi fruit, Sammi gained the ability to generate and manipulate various lengths of rope, that can be used to help patch the ship, fetch things, or tie her opponents up into neat little packages to be chopped. She's gotten much better with her talents with the years of practice, but she's still vulnerable since they are slow moving ropes if not given a little boost to start, and if she's not able to loop the target on the first try, they are able to go on the attack, but again, getting in close is a bad idea with her axes going.

Bounty: 35,000
Final Bounty: 13,000,000

Role on the crew: First Mate/Fighter

Link: Here

Name: Sammi Makela

Gender: Female

Nicknames/Aliases: Sam, I guess, but I prefer Sammi. Don't think my crewmates would call me what the Navy calls me.

Epithet: 'The Viking'

Age: 22

Appearance: Sammi is a tall woman, standing 6'0", with long blond hair and light blue eyes showing her supposed heritage. She cuts an imposing figure, years on the sea have given her a very toned body. She likes to think she could be in the running for beauty of the sea, but other people would probably not put her up that far. She's usually wearing a red tank top, black pants, sandals and a sky blue headband.



Bounty: 135,000 belli

Hometown: North Blue, Lillestad Island (If it has to be one mentioned in the manga, I'll swap to Rubeck)

Pirate Crew: TBD

Role: Cook/Fighter

Abilities & Skills: In battle, Sammi's weapon of choice is a twin pair of hand axes, useful for boarding opposing ships, or taking a chunk out of someone's neck. They don't allow for a lot of range, and when thrown, they aren't very accurate, but in close, she is a force, and opponents usually are in close, whether they like it or not, thanks to her ability.

As the cook, she is able to cook food decently enough. It's not going to rival the great chefs, but it's not going to taste like bilge water either.



Personality: Due to her time on the Thrasher, Sammi has grown to put up a very tough front, feeling it necessary to assert herself amongst the male-dominated profession she had become a part of. In battle she fights with the ferocity of the Vikings that Hartley told her of in the past. However, when by herself or with people she truly trusts (so far Hartley is the only one that has qualified), she exposes her true nature. She is much more open, quick to let the emotions come out, the anti-thesis of the image she projects on deck.



Theme Song: Just because it's prettiful and I like it.

Other: Sammi likes to drink. A lot. Enough that she'll betray herself and flirt if necessary to get free drinks.

Link: Here

Name: Jennifer "Raven" Mays

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Mastery: Nightshade

Rank: Mage

Appearance: She has dark black medium length hair, a very obvious dye job, the front fringes of which almost cover brown eyes. Freckles dot her face, though she tries to cover them up with makeup and she has both ears as well as her nose pierced, the nose piercing somewhat botched, scarring present.

Her build is nothing special, standing 5'5", she is slightly overweight, and she hides it as best she can under her robe, which is colored to match her adopted hair color, with a dull gray sash tying it off. She's had no desire to alter it in anyway, preferring the solid black.

Demeanor: Raven is a depressing person, mostly due to the events of her life so far. She always speaks in a hushed tone, about 10dbs above a whisper, and the majority of the stuff she has to say is about how bleak her life has been up to this point, and how the world sucks. No one at the Academy has yet been able to coax a smile off of her, and the only thing she shows any semblance of enjoying is practicing the dark arts.

History: Jennifer was born to hard-working peasant farmers from outside of the port city, who mostly focused on providing vegetables to the restaurants of the city. Her freckles, pale skin and bright red hair immediately set her apart from the other children in the area, and when she was brought out to play with the other children, they teased her relentlessly for it. Ten minutes couldn't go by with a shot at her looks, and she was the butt of every joke. Her parents refused to believe her complaints or do anything outside of supposed talks to their parents, but it never stopped. It got so bad that one day when she was six, the other kids trapped Jennifer inside a drainage pipe, sealing her in for two hours before they got bored and left. That time in the darkness wasn't so bad for the young girl however. She felt at home stuck in the shadows, it was like an enveloping cloak around her, and for the first time she felt content. Comforted. Normal.

When she was eight and the torment had degraded to mostly verbal attacks, she started exhibiting different talents. Magical talents. Her parents urged her not to use her newly developing powers unwisely, however, the thought of revenge was too strong for the young girl. The next day she was back out amongst the other kids, and she tried to use her magic to turn them all ugly, to punish them for what they did, but her magic was newly found. It was weak, unable to do anything but muss one of the other girl's hair. She was further ostracized from the group and remained an outcast until she was called away to the academy at age ten.

Upon arrival she was quickly disappointed to learn that she would not be able to turn all the mean kids back home into toads or anything like that, and sensing the dark motivation in the girl, the focusing placed her in the Nightshade specialization. Her disappointment didn't lift, continuing to override her personality, but she did embrace her chosen class, dressing in all black and even dyeing her hair to match. She's been slowly progressing through the ranks at the academy, hoping to one day gain enough dark powers to return to her home community and properly pay her bullies back for the early years of her life.

Link: Here

Concept of RP from this thread: Here

Name: Syren
Clan: Pop of the West
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Appearance: She is small, only 5'2", but her platinum blonde-dyed hair reaches all the way down her back. The roots are showing at the top, revealing a brunette history she'd rather cover up. Those sparkling baby blue eyes that wowed the public in her youth have dulled a little now, but they can still render a man weak in the knees just with a glance. Her face needs a little more makeup than it did before to maintain that radiant glow, but she's still what most people would call attractive.
She still dresses as she did in her glory days, the halter tops that stopped right above her midriff and tight shorts that can't quite make it down to cover her knees. It's remained her trademark after all these years. It's amazing how many different shades of pink she's been able to find for her shirts, but she still can't find a way to hide the slowly emerging bulges playing havoc with her curves. That's why she's taking this final shot at glory.
Bio: Syren grew up in the South but when she started showing some talent, her momma got stars in her eyes. She moved the family out West and trotted Syren out to all the record labels. She didn't really get any bites until she turned 18 and was all fully developed into the polished pop star that record execs love to sign. She made her first album within 6 months, none of the written material her own despite offering up songs, and "Syren's Call" became a number one hit in twelve countries, propelling her to stardom.
However, Syren couldn't contain the lightning in a bottle she had captured with her smash hit. Two follow-up records were widely panned, and when she finally got to release some of her own material, while it was critically successful, it too was ignored by the populace in favor of the newer pop stars of the day. She was resigned to being just another faded star appearing on infomercials and dancing competitions, when she got summoned by the High Council. Amazed that the Rolling Stones would call her to such a meeting, she's intent on using this opportunity to relaunch her career, and possibly taste glory one last time before she becomes too old for the pop game.