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Name: Garren Scallder

Age: 21

Appearance: Garren is tall, standing at around 6 feet exact or so, with a compact, lean, and defined build that shows that he exercises daily, wherever his past life lied. His hair is a deep brown, while his skin possesses a fair complexion - neither tanned, nor overly pale. He carries himself well, with shoulders back and eyes straight. Speaking of eyes; they are, by far, some of the oddest ones. A yellow...or is it golden? Amber? Whatever, his eyes are that distinct color, with an almost...slitted pupil. It could just be a genetic mutation, or maybe just the trick of the light. It's best not to dwell. When he awoke, Garren awoke with a v-necked, white t-shirt, a light, tan colored jacket with black edgings and a hood, along with lightly torn jeans and combat boots.

Occupation: Courier

Personality: Garren is a sharp-witted, confident young man with a cool demeanor and a level-headed mind. Sarcasm is on the tip of his razor-sharp tongue. He deals with situations without breaking a stride, although his patience isn't a strong-suit, and often times he could snap in anger whenever someone goes to great lengths to piss him off. Often, when things goes his way, he gains a smirk that has swooned many a women in the past; apparently, his personality, and rougish good looks made him a charmer in a past-life. Who'd known? Let nobody say that Garren isn't a crafy sunnavabitch, however. Guy could make a proton cannon out of three sheets of scrap metal and a vulture's egg. That's besides the point. He's resourceful, cool-headed, smart, and has a pretty volatile temper if you push him; that's the gist of things.

History: Garren comes from a time of heavy tension - approximately 2452, as far as the specific date is concerned. He was born underneath an average mother and father, got into some trouble, and stole his dad's hover-bike at the age of sixteen, after having to escape a bunch of smugglers that he had accidentally walked in on. As laser bullets blasted around him, Garren flipped the bike's light-speed mode and promptly blasted out of the country, into unfamiliar territory. There, he had no name, no history, and promptly, he got a job delivering packages in between different states, using his dad's hover-bike as a means of transportation. That's all, really; in his history, he was a courier, that had to escape some sticky situations, make some hair-rising deals, bang some hot women, and generally live life.
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Name: Suichiro Hamani
Age: 21
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Occupation: Gardener

Personality: Suichi is a kind soul. He loves plants and animals, especially cats. He is a hard worker that tries to inspire others to have the same work ethic. When he is pushed into a corner his personality becomes very direct and takes all actions possible to deal with the issue at hand. While he can end up regretting the decisions he makes, he doesn't let that stop him from moving forward.

History: Suichi was raised by his father and never knew his mother who died during childbirth. He was fortunate to have survived himself and until he turned 17 had health issues that prevented him from too much phyiscal activity. He spent a lot of his time in his father's flower shop and inherited his father's enjoyment of the job. He ended up taking over the shop when his father retired and ran a successful business with his wife. Now he's happy with his life... but not for long...
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Name: Dakota Cross

Age: 16 1/2

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Occupation: Student/dog adoption center worker

Personality: Like the tranquil Alaskan winter, Dakota is a quiet yet intimate soul. He strives hard in life to support his single mother, and is secretly rather intelligent and somewhat whimsical. He also has a strong moral stability born out of Christian parents and so does not binge drink, smoke, or take drugs like some of his teenage brothers (but it is worth noting he has his father's affinity for beer sometimes). But often, his quiet attitude can be shattered rather easily by sudden danger, life-changing events, or an insult to him or his family.

History: Dakota was born a single child in Anchorage, Alaska on March 9, 1998 to a sailor and a deli receptionist. Dakota’s father died at sea when his son was just three, and a considerable amount of regular income was lost. Dakota loved his mother very much and worked hard at school, particularly excelling in the sciences.

Even though they did not have the money or time to take care of a pet, Dakota loved to visit the local dog adoption center. Dakota fell in love with the place so much that he eventually started working there to support his family. It became his second home, and all of the dogs there became his ‘pets’. His caring attitude developed there, and it has become one of his primary characteristics.

It is now January 6, 2015. Dakota’s future looks bright – he has raised more than enough money to attend the University of Alaska to earn a degree in Chemistry. However, for certain reasons he has had to stay up late in the adoption center on a Tuesday evening (luckily, during Christmas break). His eyes begin to feel drowsy as the clock ticks towards 9:30 PM…
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Name: Tommy Burma
Age: 25


Occupation: Would you believe me if I said Lumberjack?

Personality: Tommy is a hard working man, but the fact is, work is all he knows. He was an orphan who ran away at the age of 16 and ran north until he was taken in by a group of lumberjacks who fed him and taught him their trade. He is loud and wales with his deep voice, but not obnoxious and a considerably meek and humble man for his size. He loves to talk and sing as he works. He is not much of a ladies man though, not because of his looks of coarse, but because of his only seeing a handful in his life in the occasional bar or market. He isn't clumsy, but sometimes he doesn't know his own strength and has been known to accidentally break small objects. When he started cutting in the forest he was weak and frail, and built himself up to the man he has become. He gained much respect among his "family" and many began to look up to him, even in his youth. Due to this, he is a great leader but a great follower as well.

History: From the Forests of Canada in the late 1930s
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Name: Zosime (pronounced Zoh-SIM-ee)

Age: 19

Appearance: She's very short by modern standards, standing only 4'11" tall, but that was on the tall end of average in her own time period. Her proportions match a taller person; she's all arms and legs, with a long neck and oval face. She has a narrow chin, hooked nose and large, black eyes. Zosime is also completely bald, as she shaves off all the hair on her head, including her eyebrows - but if she were to grow her hair out, it would be jet black. She dresses fashionably for her time. When she woke up on the ship, she was wearing a golden-yellow tunic under a burnt orange, ankle length chiton, the latter having red ties and red maze embroidery around the hem and up each side. She wears a red leather link belt inset with yellow topaz, gold-and-topaz pendant earrings and gold cuff bracelets on both wrists.

Occupation: Scribe

Personality: Zosime is cool and professional. She tries to face any situation with logic, rather than emotion, and has prioritized her advancement in her chosen career over personal pursuits, like family. She can be almost harsh on a first encounter, because she is very discerning in the company she keeps and takes a long time to assess if another person lives up to her own stringent standards. She values honesty, hard work, and seriousness. She does have sense of humour, somewhere under there, but it's very dry and understated. She holds grudges.

History: Zosime hails from the city of Alexandria, Ptolemaic Kingdom of Egypt, during the reign of Ptolemy V. She was, and is, part of the Greek minority that made up most of the ruling class of the time. Her family was affluent, but not connected to major nobility or royalty - nevertheless, her heritage afforded her extensive schooling in language, history, and philosophy. She prioritized learning languages, is fluent in Egyptian, Latin, and Aramaic in addition to her native Greek, and can write Egyptian in both the formal hieroglyphs and the cursive book scripts.

Zosime realised from an early age that she wanted to be a scholar rather than a wife and mother, and although such opportunities for women were limited in her time period, she quickly seized on the simplest of ways to achieve her goal; that is, to join one of the temples. She eventually settled on the temple of Sekhmet. Her current position is as a scribe within the temple, copying out sacred text, records of rituals and other activities, and proclamations from the Pharaoh's court.
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Name: Risa Robinson

Age: 22

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Occupation: Writer

Personality: Risa is the type of person that will start a conversation with anyone around her as long as she has something to talk about. While she appears to be able to handle a lot of things she often doubts herself and worries when something does not go as planned. She has a need to things to go the way she wants, but that is because she is afraid of losing control of the things she can control. She does her best to do what other wants, but inside often gets annoyed at people and wants nothing to do with them. At times her immaturity comes through when she lashes out in anger or starts crying in frustration. As much as she tries to look at things optimistically, the truth is she had a negative view on life and the people around her.

History: Risa was born into a middle class family in the year 2000. He was the second child of three. They did not have much as a child, but that never bothered her. She loved her family and she wanted noting more than to be around them. She was not the most popular kid in school, but she quickly found a love of books. She found enjoyment in a good adventure in a book rather than playing tag with her classmates. As she grew older all she wanted to do was become a writer. She spent a lot of her free time writing the ideas that came to her head. When she started high school her parents pushed her to become an accountant. She found that she liked the class and applied to study it in university as a backup plan.

It was in her second year her book became published and she dropped out of her program to focus on her stories. It did not take long for her book to get popular and she started to work on her next hit. Even though she had made it with her first book she was very worried about writing a book that would be just as good or even better than her first one.
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Name: Chris Addams

Age: 23

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Occupation: Aspiring IT nerd stuck in you average supermarket.

Personality: Very much a go with the flow kind of person and an older brother figure. He is a problem solver and prefers to avoid conflict when possible.

History: The oldest of 7 kids Chris was born September, 14, 1992 and grew up watching over others most of his life. As such he has come to treat most others in the same way. From an early age he took to computers well and devoted quite a bit of time to them. Thankfully it didn't get in the way of his grades and in collage he picked up a computer science degree. Even with some degree it was hard to land a job in his field. But he was patient and believed that if he kept on trying that he would get a break. Finally getting several interviews things were looking promising when everything changed.
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Name: Moss

Age: 18

Appearance: Moss is a ratty child. She’s just below average height and slim as any hunger-borne kid could be expected to be. Being an Irish immigrant hasn’t afforded her much in the way of a healthy living, but it has given her a lean layer of muscle hidden beneath her scrawny form. Red hair so dark it might be blood is chopped short upon her head, and usually sits beneath a rugged old bolero that’s seen its share of fair and foul weather.
The most striking thing about her physical appearance is doubtlessly her eyes; two nearly reflective icy-blue orbs often give people the impression that she’s always sizing them up.

Occupation: Con artist

Personality: Moss is a bit cheeky in all of the things she does. She’s a fair share pugnacious and a fair share diplomatic, but whether she’s playing you in a game of cards with a cold deck or getting ready to go fist-to-fist, it can be said for certain that she’ll be doing it with a silver tongue. Well, as silver as something can be when it’s tarnished with cursing and other such vile.
All in all Moss is a bit of a bitter pill. She doesn’t take much seriously, and when she does it’s hard to tell whether she’s being patronizing or sincere. And though “loyal” is never a word that could be attributed to her, when she does happen to hold someone close enough to be considered a “friend”, she’s loathe to see them hurt to any serious degree. That doesn’t mean she won’t lie or cheat or steal from them, but she might feel a bit bad about doing afterwards, and might slip a few coins their way later on.

History: Once upon a time Moss ran with a caravan of gypsies, comprised mostly of Irish, Spanish, and Slavic immigrants. As with most of the children in the caravan, they were parented by more or less anyone who would give them the time of day. This led to her having to get a loose grasp on a few languages, which never really stuck, and in the end most of her time was spent around an Irish boxer and a Spanish “magician”.
As far as parental figures went, the boxer made a good enough mother, and for the brief time that the Spaniard was around he at least gave her a few tricks to build on.
Had she herself stuck around for long after her sixteenth birthday, she might have wanted to follow in the Irishwoman’s path. After all, scrapping was fairly common in the caravan, and Moss had gotten into her fair share of brawls with some of the other kids. But in the end she just couldn’t keep still, and somewhere in the mess of the California gold rush she broke away from the caravan and made a home for herself in San Francisco.
Home here meaning that she spent the following two years scamming fools from their gold with little more than her wit and a deck of cards, which never, ever left her person.
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Alicia Hartman
Age: 19
Occupation: Time Traveller
Personality: Alicia is an adaptable, opportunistic creature with exceptional charisma and literary ability, stemming from a complete and extensive education in a safe learning enviroment. She's no stranger to boredom, and the methods of combating it, but has never once faced actual adversity beyond the simple, mundane troubles of day-to-day life.

Her creative abilities are higher than most, and her devotion to the creation of imaginary worlds has left her proficient in the arts of daydreaming and improvisation. She is, however, a troublesomely free-spirited girl, who insistently puts herself at the forefront of any group or situation. Her inherent strangeness possesses a certain quirky draw to it, which she uses to gather others around her and take charge. She rarely looks before bursting headfirst into danger, often relying on those around her to keep her out of trouble.

Rather than seeking the One True Outcome, she is the sort of person who will look for innumerable possible solutions to the same, simple problem. She likes to do her own thing, move at her own pace, and reject whatever predetermined "Truth" is present in any equation. Given this, it's natural that her ultimate enemy is Mathematics, which she will avoid like the plague wherever applicable.

While she makes a big show of being strong, and never showing any signs of weakness, she is in fact a weak person. She can't handle any excessive amount of stress or emotional strife, and instead decides to ignore it completely rather than dealing with it. She'll run from her problems till the end of the world if she's allowed, and will inevitably break down if she's ever forced to face them directly.
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Name: Samira Najani

Age: 20

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Samira is of Iranian descent and has inherited some of their features. Dark hair and olive skin; almond-shaped hazel eyes; thick, striking eyebrows. Her small frame is thin with subtle curves. While she loves and appreciates fashionable clothes, she doesn't have the money to invest in them. As such, Samira is typically dressed in her university sweats. When she fell asleep that one night in 2004, Samira was wearing a TSU sweater, pajama pants and wool socks...

Occupation: Samira is a waitress at an upscale, American-style steakhouse restaurant.

History: Samira was born in Chicago, Illinois, in 1984, the daughter of first-generation immigrants from Iran. In 1996 her family moved to Nashville, Tennessee, where she lived out her high school days like most kids: listening to grunge music and bubble gum-pop, watching Seinfeld and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Toaster Strudels.

After graduating high school in 2002, Samira enrolled into a local university, though she has yet to declare a major. To help pay for school expenses, she applied for a job as a waitress working in a local upscale restaurant called B. Elliot's and has been working there for two years.

One night in 2004, after a long, exhausting Friday night shift, Samira collapsed on her bed and drifted off to sleep...

Personality: Having struggled all her life with identity, Samira is just beginning to articulate the conflicts within herself; being an United States citizen with former Iranian parents; having spent the first half of her life in a big city surrounded by ethnic diversity and being "normal," then coming to Nashville where she was suddenly in an extreme minority and becoming "exotic." Because she hasn't quite settled into who she is exactly, she often questions her feelings and actions.

Samira is a goofball and gravitates to those who can reciprocate her silliness. She's young and naive and ignorant like most twenty year olds, but she has a mind with an intellectual bent, and responds well to people who demonstrate perspective and intelligence. She has a fear of being abandoned, a fear that often displays itself through preemptively pushing people away. Samira is also quite stubborn, and usually won't back down from a argument even when she really should.

She's not entirely sure what she wants out of life yet, but she is determined to find it.
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Name: Christopher Casablanca

Age: 28

Appearance: Not the exact same tattoos, my RP character will two tribal sleeves.


Occupation: High-End Furniture Maker

Personality: Christopher is a man with a taste for finer things which was what made him decide on the profession that he has chosen. He might seem rather snooty because he likes to make his opinion well known and potentially create arguments if he is passionate about his topic. He does enjoy the company of other level headed individuals.

History: Christopher had a tough life growing up, mother and father both held two jobs just to keep enough food on the table to keep them from starving. Both of his parents abused numerous substances to numb everything in the world around them after getting home, so it was the job of Christopher to take care of his younger twin brothers who were 9 years younger. After Christopher finished high school he went onto learn how to make furniture which provided much better than his parents had been able to so Christopher had gone onto become legal guardians to his two brothers.

When his two brothers were in school Christopher would go to his workshop and make a living but this wasn't what he wanted to do all his life was to make decent furniture while just keeping afloat, so when his brothers started participating in afterschool activities Christopher went back to school to learn more technical procedures and how different woods were to be treated.

When both of his brothers turned 19 and went off to college for higher education Christopher put his nose to the grindstone and made a name for himself in the home decor world. One night after signing a large deal that would change his world as he knew it, he decided to hit the downtown nightlife. After picking up two fine ladies at a bar they went back to his place for a different kind of party. That was the last thing that Christopher remembered ...
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Name: Connor O'Flaherty

Age: 25

Appearance: Connor is a rather unimpressive person, being of average height and build. Muscular enough for people to believe that he is in the militia, but not so muscular that he looks more of a brute than an artist. He has ginger hair, cut short to militia standards, but it still licks at his brows and collar of his shirt. As if nature had decided to make him look like distilled-Irish, he has bright, green eyes.

Occupation: Artist/Militiaman

Personality: Some might call him a coward, but Connor prefers to describe himself as being more discerning as to the types of risks he is willing to take. Who cares if his reputation suffers when he runs from a fight he's absolutely confident of losing? As long as he is in one piece and is able to function properly the next day, it's all fine by him. Besides, he never puts himself forward as a warrior; he's an artist first and a soldier second. A very, very, very far second.

He is rather open with his thoughts, though that has less to do with lack of tact and more to do with having lived much of his adult life on an island faraway from civilization. Sometimes it may even appear that he is talking to himself, but he's not crazy. It's just a method he uses to prevent his train of thought from derailing, though from the disjointed thoughts that comes of his mouth, it can be hard to believe. Just trust in that he knows what he's doing. Most of the time.

History: An Irishman living in Scotland while serving an Englishman trying hard to be Scottish. Don't worry if that confuses you; sometimes Connor feels the same as well. Born to an impoverished Irish family in Victorian-era London, to say that Connor had a rough childhood would be an affront to the phrase 'massive understatement'. If the other - usually English - street urchins didn't make his life hell, then the deep-seated against the Irish, especially Irish Catholics like his family, did. If a day went past without him or his family being wrongfully accused of a crime, or he did not have to run away from anyone, Connor would have taken it as a wonderful day.

In a rather roundabout attempt to show others that they were a good, British family, Connor's father pressured him to join the army in some capacity. The best outcome would be that Connor would be sent off to fight in some faraway corner of the globe for Queen and Country, and his father would be able to proudly say that at least one member of his family was doing some good to the British Empire. Connor, however, wanted to have none of that. He loved drawing, and usually spent whatever spare time he had sketching out scenes from his life onto whatever scraps of paper he had. Soldiering was not for him; Connor wanted to be an artist.

After several arguments and failed attempts to physically pull Connor to a recruitment office, he and his father settled on a compromise. Instead of joining the regular force, Connor would join the territorial army. He would never be sent overseas, and as long as he pretended to be sad about it every time a war broke out, he would still appear to be a good little patriot. Even better, Connor had to option of choosing where he wanted to be posted, and he chose to be sent to the Shetland Islands, or as his father called it, the 'arse of the British isles'.

It was a perfect life for Connor. The Shetlands were faraway from the mainland enough that he was rarely ever called for service, and as long as he fulfilled his yearly requirements of showing up to prove that he could still fire a rifle, stand in a file and fight alongside his regiment of fellow misfits, he was left alone. The islands were also quiet, and provided no shortage of scenery for him to sketch, and eventually, paint. It was not long before his talents were noticed by a rather wealthy local who then hired Connor to produce his works of art for various auction houses. The money, while not amazing, was good, and Connor felt himself believing in the whole 'luck of the Irish' thing.

Oh, if only he knew where he would wake up.
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Name: Elin
Age: 16
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He also has a small tail he keeps hidden for reasons he does not know

Occupation: Jumper

Personality: By nature his a very curious child, but the world does not have much to offer other than rooftops. He likes the sky, but he also likes being on the ground. Deep down inside he feels lonely, but being in the new world he does not understand what this is. He is very very quiet in general saying almost nothing at all, with the machines mostly having to interpret what he wants through facial and body language recognition as well as scans in the case of hunger or potential disease which is currently rare. He likes helping out where he can though he gets stopped by machines as this defeats their purpose which is to Protect and Serve as well as Rule the now plain human society. He is peaceful by nature but his slight animal instinct makes him act out different from others. The best way to describe his personality is cat-like.

History: In the far distant future technology and genetics have come a long way, in a free society which did not have political or other reasons to inhibit their progress, a disease broke out that struck women during pregnancy. This disease caused the loss of an important gene required in order to live and due to the loss of this gene they discovered only two ways to save these children. They were either made to live as part machine losing a large part of what made them human, or being spliced with an animal in the hopes that their body does not reject it.

In this free society there was no existence of money and the ideas of killing and so forth never even occurred to those living here. There were no true jobs and very few occupations as machines did nearly everything. They were cut off from the rest of the world as the politics had caused many troubles as well as the incident of the black sky.

Elin was born at a somewhat bad time, due to a deficiency inside his mother during her pregnancy they were forced to perform one of the few experimental procedures which were frowned upon. The option to create a cybernetic artificial replacement to keep the child was declined by the parents who wanted a normal child, or as normal as they could get. While the machines had no feelings there logic was to maintain life so it was approved. His genes were spliced with a nearby cat who sadly had to die in order for this child to be born. If the cat lived the genes would reject the child, however with the host dead the only hope for the survival of the genetic code of the cat was to allow itself to be assimilated into the child. Gene splicing was common and its effects varied from full blown mutation to minor characteristics like cat ears and a tail so to speak

While gene splicing came with risks it made him less inclined to just lay around doing nothing, so he decided to become a Jumper. There were not many things you could do anymore other than becoming a Runner, Jumper or Walker. A runner runs all over the place just running for the sake of running, a walker just walks around aimlessly, but a jumper runs,walks and most of all jumps roof tops. This was most probably influenced by his cat dna or maybe it was just a coincidence.

He has good reflexes and good balance along with some really good hearing, but none of these matter in a world where a machine will fly down and catch you at any time, and almost no harmful noises exist within the new world let alone sounds that even matter anymore. The world was bland and dead with peace and technology as the height of mankind at the time, however the boy who just jumped and ran and jumped some more, finally jumped and before he knew it, he had no idea where he was.
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