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Name: Aedin Demavend
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Aedin is a survivor used to the loner life. He works well with others, but only as a means to meet his personal goals. He's a fast thinker with a sarcastic attitude. He doesn't like overextending his physical limits. Morals never enter the picture for him, only his self-serving needs.
Backstory: Homelessness is all Aedin knows. He grew up being raised by a homeless father that looked to take care of his own needs first and then Aedin's second. From a young age, Aedin had to grow up fast to survive. He learned how to steal by using others as a distraction. Of course he had his mess ups and close calls, but he was lucky enough to never be caught by the police. He always dealt with the problems he could with sarcasm, and even with the problems he couldn't deal with he used it.
He eventually got out of the city he grew up in after he turned 16 and he did it to get away from his father. He wanted to set up his own stomping grounds elsewhere. He settled down in San Fransisco and quickly found a spot he could use as a base of operations. There were gangs here that he had to learn to respect, but if he could get away with it he rather enjoyed ripping them off. He ended up building a small crew himself, but he couldn't call any one of them a friend as they all were only using each other and he knew it.
Talents: Improvisation - A fast thinker has to think on his feet, and a little bit of imagination can (limitedly) go a long way.
Street Fighting - Who needs to fight fair where you have to fight to survive? On the street everything is a weapon even the dirt.
Petty Theft - Gotta knack for stealing things. Oh, this phone? I'm just borrowing it.
Other: Bringing up his father is a bad idea.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Aedin is a survivor used to the loner life. He works well with others, but only as a means to meet his personal goals. He's a fast thinker with a sarcastic attitude. He doesn't like overextending his physical limits. Morals never enter the picture for him, only his self-serving needs.
Backstory: Homelessness is all Aedin knows. He grew up being raised by a homeless father that looked to take care of his own needs first and then Aedin's second. From a young age, Aedin had to grow up fast to survive. He learned how to steal by using others as a distraction. Of course he had his mess ups and close calls, but he was lucky enough to never be caught by the police. He always dealt with the problems he could with sarcasm, and even with the problems he couldn't deal with he used it.
He eventually got out of the city he grew up in after he turned 16 and he did it to get away from his father. He wanted to set up his own stomping grounds elsewhere. He settled down in San Fransisco and quickly found a spot he could use as a base of operations. There were gangs here that he had to learn to respect, but if he could get away with it he rather enjoyed ripping them off. He ended up building a small crew himself, but he couldn't call any one of them a friend as they all were only using each other and he knew it.
Talents: Improvisation - A fast thinker has to think on his feet, and a little bit of imagination can (limitedly) go a long way.
Street Fighting - Who needs to fight fair where you have to fight to survive? On the street everything is a weapon even the dirt.
Petty Theft - Gotta knack for stealing things. Oh, this phone? I'm just borrowing it.
Other: Bringing up his father is a bad idea.
RedXCross Dig, Dig, Dig...
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7 mos ago
Name: Austin Reid
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short swept hair, and a tall, firm frame keep this man solid in a consistent stance. His shoulders aren’t too broad, nor his legs too thick. His pride is apparent on his stance, but he isn’t one to let it become apparent. He likes tighter t-shirts and jeans, and bright colours are definitely his style. In fact, a few layers of his hair are coloured in a vibrant pink
Personality: Austin is confident, but it comes in twofold. On one side he’s willing to admit he’s wrong and allow other people to take the lead because he’s confident in his own skills. On the other side, his pride can often get the best of him, especially when it relates to his talents. Otherwise he has a soft bravado with a quiet presence, as if denying the brightness, he tries to bring to his appearance.
He isn’t afraid of who he is. You either love him or hate him, trust him or deny him, but either way he doesn’t care. He trusts that he can handle whatever situation that’s thrown at him. If he can’t, then someone he knows should be able to figure it out.
At least until things get dangerous. His confidence takes a serious downfall if in the face of danger. Like his flirting style, any confidence behind his words stumble and fade away when challenged by someone else. He won’t run away, per se, but he can find the whole situation to be overwhelming pretty quickly and crack under the pressure.
Also he’s a pretty serious flirt.
Backstory: Being a Psych major with a serious passion for his field, Austin grew up spending a lot of his time understanding people. He’d read up almost any book he could find on the subject, or books based on romance and friendships. Novels were something he’d spend every free hour consuming until he started becoming friends with people.
His priorities were always pretty straight. First focus on becoming a therapist, then on relationships, then reading. It was around high school age that romantic relationships entered that cycle. He’d end up with many relationships with many different people, but end up breaking them off a month or two later. He searched for the “perfect” relationship, believing that somewhere in all of his empathy and research he would be able to find it.
That has not been achieved quite yet.
Currently in the throes of his third year of school, romantic relationships needed to take a backseat for the work he was doing, involving plenty of extra credit doing research for numerous psychology professors. He was going to be one of the best therapists, and that meant he needed to do as much work as possible.
It was some research into old case files at a ghostly asylum that he remembered reading last.
Talents: Austin is a master of empathy, and he’s very good at judging current emotions or sanity levels in other people just by looking at them or sharing a short conversation. He can read and speak in most languages, although he sticks to English mostly (thanks to a lot of time spent wanting to understand books of various different languages). Austin’s an expert in language and logic-based puzzles as long as he’s given time to figure it out, though he cracks under pressure.
Other: He tends to keep people in his head on various scales. A mental, physical, and emotional chart from 1-10 so he can keep track of how people are doing. Usually he also keeps notes on this, but he can usually keep a decent mental map if he needs to.
Also not really important but Austin’s pan so romantic relationships can be with practically anyone.
Name: Justin Mai
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark-brown, short chic hair that is usually kept neat and styled in a charming manner that frames his angular face quite well. He is of mixed ethnicity - his father being Chinese and his mother from the States. Because of his multiracial traits, his eyes are colored hazel are more of a rounded almond shape. He has an olive-colored complexion, inheriting the darker skin tones from his father. Being Chinese-American, he stands at a shorter-than-average height than his fully Caucasian peers, but only by a little. Though sporting a thin frame, his athleticism over the years have made his body quite sturdy, though it doesn't quite show underneath his usual fitted clothing. For his attire, he usually wears things that are pretty casual but stylish with darker colors.
Personality: Charming, laid-back, and sociable, Justin is a young man who is in the prime of his years. He radiates youth with his optimism as well as show it by partaking in silly risks and living his days with a splash of adventure and mischief. His confidence is backed by his stubbornness, a disastrous combination that usually leads him into trouble. Still, he is intelligent enough to never put himself and those around him in any real danger, as he knows he cannot forsake the future he had worked so hard for.
Because of his casual demeanor, he is quite charismatic and approachable. He carries a conversation as smooth as silk and has the ability to dissuade most tension in a situation with his logical and refreshing words. He can be really understanding but conversely, it's difficult for him to open up - but he hides it very well. In most cases, this makes him quite the liar, though he tries not to without good reason. He is more persuasive than intimidating, which is both a strength and weaknesses depending on the situation.
Usually he is level-headed and can be analytical with his surroundings, and though his fuse is long, there are things that can quickly set off his temper and make him quite rash. But again, he is able to mask his weakness quite well.
Backstory: His father was a descendant of Chinese immigrants who had came over to the United States during WWII. Though having grown up in San Diego, California since he was born, Justin's father and his grandparents were quite traditional with their Chinese roots. It was only after his father was in high school, where he met his American mother, that his sense of tradition began to fade and instead became quite 'westernized' himself. So when Justin was born many years later, he was raised primarily on American values and principles, with his Chinese heritage being sprinkled in here and there.
Justin grew up in a household of an average, middle-class nuclear family with him being the only child. His parents are hard workers, with his dad being a small-time manager of a metalworking company and his mom a receptionist at a local hospital. He himself is in his third year of University, just finishing up the remaining of his pre-requisites to apply for an externship that would finish off his medical imaging degree. He is quite adept with his major, having taken interest in Anatomy and Physiology since his early high-school days. He knows a lot about the human body, as well as having the basic fundamentals of pathology and medicine ingrained in his head after years of hard studying for his future profession.
On his down-times, Justin participates in various cardio and weight-bearing exercises so that he may keep in shape for his kickboxing hobby in Muay Thai. Though he lives on his own now, he still frequents his parents quite regularly as he his close with his family. Though he is quite sociable at school and well-known, he only hangs out with a select group of individuals that he calls his closest friends.
Talents: Being a student of a major that branches off of medicine, he is quite adept at first aid and giving out diagnoses and prognoses. Though his initial knowledge is severely limited, as long as the pathology is not too rare or complex, he's able to establish a very broad idea of what it is, and therefor, can maybe procure some sort of temporary remedy, if not being able to cure it without proper medicine.
As a practioner of Muay Thai, he is capable of self-defense but only to a limited extent. He has a small sparring background, and has only been training for a year.
Other: He loves sweets, and usually carries around some sort of small candy in his pockets.
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark-brown, short chic hair that is usually kept neat and styled in a charming manner that frames his angular face quite well. He is of mixed ethnicity - his father being Chinese and his mother from the States. Because of his multiracial traits, his eyes are colored hazel are more of a rounded almond shape. He has an olive-colored complexion, inheriting the darker skin tones from his father. Being Chinese-American, he stands at a shorter-than-average height than his fully Caucasian peers, but only by a little. Though sporting a thin frame, his athleticism over the years have made his body quite sturdy, though it doesn't quite show underneath his usual fitted clothing. For his attire, he usually wears things that are pretty casual but stylish with darker colors.
Personality: Charming, laid-back, and sociable, Justin is a young man who is in the prime of his years. He radiates youth with his optimism as well as show it by partaking in silly risks and living his days with a splash of adventure and mischief. His confidence is backed by his stubbornness, a disastrous combination that usually leads him into trouble. Still, he is intelligent enough to never put himself and those around him in any real danger, as he knows he cannot forsake the future he had worked so hard for.
Because of his casual demeanor, he is quite charismatic and approachable. He carries a conversation as smooth as silk and has the ability to dissuade most tension in a situation with his logical and refreshing words. He can be really understanding but conversely, it's difficult for him to open up - but he hides it very well. In most cases, this makes him quite the liar, though he tries not to without good reason. He is more persuasive than intimidating, which is both a strength and weaknesses depending on the situation.
Usually he is level-headed and can be analytical with his surroundings, and though his fuse is long, there are things that can quickly set off his temper and make him quite rash. But again, he is able to mask his weakness quite well.
Backstory: His father was a descendant of Chinese immigrants who had came over to the United States during WWII. Though having grown up in San Diego, California since he was born, Justin's father and his grandparents were quite traditional with their Chinese roots. It was only after his father was in high school, where he met his American mother, that his sense of tradition began to fade and instead became quite 'westernized' himself. So when Justin was born many years later, he was raised primarily on American values and principles, with his Chinese heritage being sprinkled in here and there.
Justin grew up in a household of an average, middle-class nuclear family with him being the only child. His parents are hard workers, with his dad being a small-time manager of a metalworking company and his mom a receptionist at a local hospital. He himself is in his third year of University, just finishing up the remaining of his pre-requisites to apply for an externship that would finish off his medical imaging degree. He is quite adept with his major, having taken interest in Anatomy and Physiology since his early high-school days. He knows a lot about the human body, as well as having the basic fundamentals of pathology and medicine ingrained in his head after years of hard studying for his future profession.
On his down-times, Justin participates in various cardio and weight-bearing exercises so that he may keep in shape for his kickboxing hobby in Muay Thai. Though he lives on his own now, he still frequents his parents quite regularly as he his close with his family. Though he is quite sociable at school and well-known, he only hangs out with a select group of individuals that he calls his closest friends.
Talents: Being a student of a major that branches off of medicine, he is quite adept at first aid and giving out diagnoses and prognoses. Though his initial knowledge is severely limited, as long as the pathology is not too rare or complex, he's able to establish a very broad idea of what it is, and therefor, can maybe procure some sort of temporary remedy, if not being able to cure it without proper medicine.
As a practioner of Muay Thai, he is capable of self-defense but only to a limited extent. He has a small sparring background, and has only been training for a year.
Other: He loves sweets, and usually carries around some sort of small candy in his pockets.
Jinxer The British One
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Seen
1 yr ago
Name: Rhiannon Jones
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Average height for a woman, thin and toned from a lifestyle of manual labour with skin so pale she looks like a ghost, Rhiannon is someone you take notice of. Her hair is a deep red and long enough to fall past her shoulder blades when let loose although she'll almost always tie it up into a ponytail for practicality's sake. The brightness of her hair nearly washes out the colour of skin, perhaps it might if not for her blue-green eyes which add much needed colour to her ghostly features. She has large irises, giving her an innocent and trusting expression when at rest. Despite her apparent physical fitness, this young woman always seems to be slouching, almost cowering, as if expecting a blow to strike her at any given moment and her movements are furtive; short and quick in a manner designed to avoid attention.
Personality: Rhiannon has a nervous disposition and tends to avoid large crowds or interacting with people she does not know. She has very few safe zones and will not willingly venture out of them where possible. However, when pressed she can be quite the conversationalist demonstrating a quick wit and an enormous capacity for both empathy and sympathy. She will rarely act for others and looks to protect herself first and foremost, a pessimistic attitude that assumes that she will barely be able to do just that.
Backstory: Her story is not overly complicated, nor, sadly, unusual. Born into a family whose other members died during her pre-memory years, Rhiannon was shipped off to a distant branch of her grandparents' descendants who showed little interest in her existence. As far as they were concerned, she was another mouth to feed until she was old enough to be of use in the fields. She received a smattering of basic education, that which she obliged to be given by law, but nothing extra was spent on her learning that could be better invested in the family business which never seemed to be anything but on the verge of bankruptcy.
When she left schooling age, Rhiannon was not given an option for furthering her studies despite her great many academic interests and her apparent capacity to pursue such topics; now she could work full time on the farm and there was not another option given to her. Any mention of interests that did not coincide with her aunt or uncle, or their children for that matter, was enough to earn a physical lesson in obedience. Rhiannon learned from a young age that nothing would come from voicing her concerns, opinions or hopes and so she kept her head down and worked as she was directed to. From the physical labour she gained strength and also a resilience, the result of physical and verbal beatings from her loving family.
Then accidents began to happen. One of her cousins had an unfortunate encounter with one of the farm vehicles and the young girl was blamed and beaten. Two months passed and another apparently drank herself to death, her corpse found in the morning with a death-mask grin on her face. Rhiannon's family blamed her, for she had brought bad luck on them from the beginning, had she not? Of course, they took every opportunity to beat her.
One of the local officials noticed the young woman's bruises, standing out stark against her white skin, despite her 'attempts' to conceal them. By the time she turned twenty, Rhiannon ran the family business with her remaining family too busy standing murder and domestic abuse charges to maintain the farm any longer.
Talents:
Manipulation - Rhiannon knows how to push others' buttons and what character to play to get her way. Years spent under the thumb of an abusive family has corrupted her personality into one which thinks nothing of toying with others' emotions or livelihoods to benefit her own future.
A good listener - She may be manipulative but this young woman can and does care for some people and is willing to sit while another talks away all their troubles, interjecting at moments to ask for details to express sympathy/outrage when required. Thanks to her own troubled life she understands pain and strife and will not judge others for the pasts they have endured.
Other: Rhiannon is bisexual although she has a hard time making any kind of connection with anyone, casual or serious.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Average height for a woman, thin and toned from a lifestyle of manual labour with skin so pale she looks like a ghost, Rhiannon is someone you take notice of. Her hair is a deep red and long enough to fall past her shoulder blades when let loose although she'll almost always tie it up into a ponytail for practicality's sake. The brightness of her hair nearly washes out the colour of skin, perhaps it might if not for her blue-green eyes which add much needed colour to her ghostly features. She has large irises, giving her an innocent and trusting expression when at rest. Despite her apparent physical fitness, this young woman always seems to be slouching, almost cowering, as if expecting a blow to strike her at any given moment and her movements are furtive; short and quick in a manner designed to avoid attention.
Personality: Rhiannon has a nervous disposition and tends to avoid large crowds or interacting with people she does not know. She has very few safe zones and will not willingly venture out of them where possible. However, when pressed she can be quite the conversationalist demonstrating a quick wit and an enormous capacity for both empathy and sympathy. She will rarely act for others and looks to protect herself first and foremost, a pessimistic attitude that assumes that she will barely be able to do just that.
Backstory: Her story is not overly complicated, nor, sadly, unusual. Born into a family whose other members died during her pre-memory years, Rhiannon was shipped off to a distant branch of her grandparents' descendants who showed little interest in her existence. As far as they were concerned, she was another mouth to feed until she was old enough to be of use in the fields. She received a smattering of basic education, that which she obliged to be given by law, but nothing extra was spent on her learning that could be better invested in the family business which never seemed to be anything but on the verge of bankruptcy.
When she left schooling age, Rhiannon was not given an option for furthering her studies despite her great many academic interests and her apparent capacity to pursue such topics; now she could work full time on the farm and there was not another option given to her. Any mention of interests that did not coincide with her aunt or uncle, or their children for that matter, was enough to earn a physical lesson in obedience. Rhiannon learned from a young age that nothing would come from voicing her concerns, opinions or hopes and so she kept her head down and worked as she was directed to. From the physical labour she gained strength and also a resilience, the result of physical and verbal beatings from her loving family.
Then accidents began to happen. One of her cousins had an unfortunate encounter with one of the farm vehicles and the young girl was blamed and beaten. Two months passed and another apparently drank herself to death, her corpse found in the morning with a death-mask grin on her face. Rhiannon's family blamed her, for she had brought bad luck on them from the beginning, had she not? Of course, they took every opportunity to beat her.
One of the local officials noticed the young woman's bruises, standing out stark against her white skin, despite her 'attempts' to conceal them. By the time she turned twenty, Rhiannon ran the family business with her remaining family too busy standing murder and domestic abuse charges to maintain the farm any longer.
Talents:
Manipulation - Rhiannon knows how to push others' buttons and what character to play to get her way. Years spent under the thumb of an abusive family has corrupted her personality into one which thinks nothing of toying with others' emotions or livelihoods to benefit her own future.
A good listener - She may be manipulative but this young woman can and does care for some people and is willing to sit while another talks away all their troubles, interjecting at moments to ask for details to express sympathy/outrage when required. Thanks to her own troubled life she understands pain and strife and will not judge others for the pasts they have endured.
Other: Rhiannon is bisexual although she has a hard time making any kind of connection with anyone, casual or serious.
Darkwolfsoul010 The Forgotten
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6 yrs ago
Name: Irina Mehlakova
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Irina is a rather average looking girl. She stands at 5’4” and was roughly 135 lbs last time she checked. Working on the farm has given her strong arms and legs, and the muscle definition can clearly be seen. Her eyes are a light green, speckled with brown and her skin has a warm tan to it. Her hands are rough and calloused, from years of hard work.
Backstory:
Irina’s whole family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone, moved from Russia over to the small neighboring country of Latvia when she was very little. She doesn’t remember much of that time, but clearly recalls the long train ride from St. Petersburg all the way to Riga, Latvia. Her grandparents had bought a small farm just outside of the capital and for a very long time all 15 or 16 of them lived in that small wooden cottage. Soon, her parents bought an apartment in the city, but Irina chose to stay with her grandparents.
On the farm they owned; two goats, a mother and her son, a cow, a flock of chickens and various cats and dogs that would come and go as they pleased. Irina’s grandparents were old, and her grandfather had suffered a stroke back in Russia, so his mobility was limited. But together they planted fruits and vegetables, they looked after their small patch of land and even renovated the house a bit. Her jobs often included; tending to the garden, taking care of the animals, herding the goats and chickens through the woods by the farm, and hunting for extra food.
Personality: Working in order to survive, Irina grew up responsible and caring. She is a kind soul, especially to animals and anything involving nature. However, she is hardheaded and can be stubborn. Having never finished her schooling, Irina isn’t very well rounded in things like science, or History, but she has a passion for reading.
Sometimes, Irina can be very straight forward, it comes with the way she was raised, and because of this she sometimes struggles making friends. She’ll tell you exactly what’s on her mind, without even a second thought.
Talents: Tri-Lingual (Russian, English, Latvian in order of proficiency), Excellent reader, Can identify many plant and animal species just by looking at them, quick-witted, sharp tongue, very strong in her arms and legs, can walk/run for extended periods of time. Knows how to use a gun and is a fairly good shot.
Other: Sometimes she sings to herself. If she’s angry or stressed, Irina might start speaking in all 3 languages at once. Loves stories. Pansexual.
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Irina is a rather average looking girl. She stands at 5’4” and was roughly 135 lbs last time she checked. Working on the farm has given her strong arms and legs, and the muscle definition can clearly be seen. Her eyes are a light green, speckled with brown and her skin has a warm tan to it. Her hands are rough and calloused, from years of hard work.
Backstory:
Irina’s whole family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone, moved from Russia over to the small neighboring country of Latvia when she was very little. She doesn’t remember much of that time, but clearly recalls the long train ride from St. Petersburg all the way to Riga, Latvia. Her grandparents had bought a small farm just outside of the capital and for a very long time all 15 or 16 of them lived in that small wooden cottage. Soon, her parents bought an apartment in the city, but Irina chose to stay with her grandparents.
On the farm they owned; two goats, a mother and her son, a cow, a flock of chickens and various cats and dogs that would come and go as they pleased. Irina’s grandparents were old, and her grandfather had suffered a stroke back in Russia, so his mobility was limited. But together they planted fruits and vegetables, they looked after their small patch of land and even renovated the house a bit. Her jobs often included; tending to the garden, taking care of the animals, herding the goats and chickens through the woods by the farm, and hunting for extra food.
Personality: Working in order to survive, Irina grew up responsible and caring. She is a kind soul, especially to animals and anything involving nature. However, she is hardheaded and can be stubborn. Having never finished her schooling, Irina isn’t very well rounded in things like science, or History, but she has a passion for reading.
Sometimes, Irina can be very straight forward, it comes with the way she was raised, and because of this she sometimes struggles making friends. She’ll tell you exactly what’s on her mind, without even a second thought.
Talents: Tri-Lingual (Russian, English, Latvian in order of proficiency), Excellent reader, Can identify many plant and animal species just by looking at them, quick-witted, sharp tongue, very strong in her arms and legs, can walk/run for extended periods of time. Knows how to use a gun and is a fairly good shot.
Other: Sometimes she sings to herself. If she’s angry or stressed, Irina might start speaking in all 3 languages at once. Loves stories. Pansexual.
Name: "Cleo" (Cleopatra Stardust Hasting)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Better known looking like this.
Now she rather goes like this and hopes nobody will recognize her.
Personality: Emotional, easily hurt, very naive, desperately seeking for love, confident, brave
Backstory: Cleo was born to an old, rich family. Everybody knows the last name Hasting. Her family was one of the left over royals, that had made it through the centuries. Her mother Linda was a strict woman, who cared the most about image and popularity. She was a famous model, pictures of her were everywhere around the world. Her father Hoziar Hasting IV was a crazy scientist. Crazy indeed. He believed that all of them were in dear danger at all times, being asked why he thought that, he would flip and yell the "obvious" dangers in the world to their family. He was a loving father nevertheless - that is when he was home. He worked almost 24/7 on some projects he never talked about. Still Cleo loved him dearly. He taught her how to play chess and sometimes he would let her win.
Being protective as much as he could, he ordered that his little princess would learn defense and offense of any kind from a young age on. So Cleo learn how to fight and protect herself. When she reached the age of 8, her father taught her how to use several different guns and their bonding time would be whenever he got the chance to give it a few shots with his daughter.
Her mother on the other side was too focused on the image her only daughter would throw onto the family. As soon as the girl could walk, she put her in any class she found "presentable". And so Cleo learnt how to dance and do arts and she had music class where she would be taught several intruments and singing. Karate class, gymnastic and swim class were on the list too. And nothing less but perfection was acceptable.
The girl was very lonely, she didn't get to go out to play and make friends at all. Whenever her mother decided to step out with her tons of cameras appeared, and their desitnation was always either a shopping ceter, a spa or another of her classes.
Cleopatra was home schooled and received top grades, since nothing less was acceptable.
But that trapped her in the house while others went to catch the bus and talk with friends on the ride. She never had time to make any friends. She did meet some other kids in swim class and dance class, but was never able to meet up with them outside the classroom.
As a lonely child she came up with imaginary friends, until her mother caught her talking to "ghosts" and told her she would curse the house.
Several years later, when Cleo reached the age of 12, her father had one of his bad phases again. Thinking any minute the world would turn back into a jungle full of wild animals, he got someone to teach Cleopatra survival training. The young girl protested hard, but like always she had no say.
Cleo has been all up on the news and magazines since her birth. Wanting to change that, she left her family and went out on her own.
That was a few months back from now. Cleopatra changed her hair to a darker brown, she changed her whole appearance, named herself Cleo instead of Cleopatra and tried to live as a free woman. She worked at a ice cream shop, that served beverages and fish & chips as well. (Okaaaay.) She screwed up the first 15 days and the first 30 meals. But now she got the hang of it. (Dad should've taught me that instead!)
Talents: Duo to her intense training and classes, she is almost unbeatable to everything physical. On the other side of the table, she is not a great thinker and not good with words either. She has average knowledge, but maths and logic, even problem solving is hard for her. She is not afraid to attampt any kind of physical competition, she is confident about that. She is fast, silent on her toes and has great balance. Cleo is not afraid of highs at all, but she's very afraid of rejection - she wants to make friends badly.
Other: Cleo is bisexual, but had no experience in love yet whatsoever. And she still thinks she is straight. Cleo craves love and physical contact very much, since she had almost none all her life. (To her name: Cleopatra does not like her name. Her mother named her after Cleopatra, because she hoped the girl would turn out to be like her. Her father named her Stardust, because he was obsessed with astronomy when she was born. Cleo thinks that both are two very stupid reasons to name their child that, but she can't control that. Sadly.)
Teaistasty Just Add Honey
Member
Seen
9 yrs ago
Name: Tim
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall and lanky, with knobby wrists and hands. He is pasty as he spends all his time indoors as an accountant at an accounting firm. His eyes and cheeks seem to sink into his skull more with each passing year.
Personality: Tim is boring. He is safe and nice enough to snag the occasional girlfriend, but too boring and unfunny for any lasting relationships. Tim feels lonely, bored, and unfulfilled. After studying hard in high school and college to get a promising future, Tim feels lied to and a bit worthless. Don't misunderstand, the job does pay well, but the hours are long and repetitive and Tim's bosses have noticed a steady decline in his motivation and overall attitude. Perhaps what Tim needs is some change in his life.
Backstory: Raised in a lower-middle class family with a younger and older sibling, the importance of work ethic was heavily stressed during Tim's upbringing. His parents were immigrants and heavy believers in the American Dream. He got above average grades in high school, but attended an average college since they gave him the best scholarship offer.
Talents: Tim is very good at blending in. He is almost unnoticeable, and his lack of any interesting traits mean he can fit into almost any group at least temporarily.
Other: When he was younger, Tim loved reading adventure novels. To this day, the "safe space" in his head is based entirely on his favorite adventure series, Redwall Alley, which featured talking mice and squirrels.
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Name:
Gray Cièl
Age:
24
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Personality:
Most commonly motivated by a sense of urgency and money, commonly both: Gray is no stranger to striving for a sense of comfort, seeking a break
from the franticness of life. She is an only child who seemed to still require optimum effort to gain the attention of her parents and as such found herself acting out in a variety of ways. She was raised on the south side of Chicago, in Canaryville she fended for herself through most of her adolescent leading into adult years and by the time Gray had turned 16 she was alone.
While one may describe Gray as unpleasant, unhappy isn’t the right word to use on her. She is optimistic to a fault, always believing that every situation can be learned from and surprisingly forgiving. That being said, this is often not understood about Gray as her outer shell is that of a fast-talking crass Chicagoan thusly she is often considered exactly the opposite.
Backstory:
“Mrs. Cièl we’d like to take a minute to interview you, if that’s alright.” The familiar man said raising his mug to his chapped lips, sipping in the ebony concoction.
“Yeah, let’s just get it over with.”
“What was your relationship with the deceased?” The man furrowed his brow.
“Fuck you John.”
“Mrs. Cièl this is all being recorded, please this is just a formality.”
“They’re my parents, and stop calling me that.”
“How would you describe your relationship with them?” Cracked dry fingers tangled themselves together in front of Gray on the desk.
“I wouldn’t.”
“If you’re not going to cooper-”
“Any relationship we had they ended when I was sixteen.”
“Very well.” Dot jots were scribbled onto a blank piece of doctor’s paper, Gray analyzed the man’s finger, a band that had been worn was removed, the lines from its imprint still red and swollen.
“What is your place of residence Mrs. Cièl?”
“I’m around.”
“Are you homeless?”
“I have a home, I just don’t go.”
“As you say Mrs. Cièl.” The man clicked his pen, in and out fumbling with its clip.
“That it?”
“Not quite. What can you tell me about your primary occupation?”
“You arresting me John?”
“Please. Cooperate.” The man said his frustration growing clearly stronger.
“I’m a private eye, okay? I don’t do murders or any serious shit, I prefer to keep out of that sort of thing.”
“How did a girl with no parents get started as a ‘private eye’?
“It started off as work for friends, I was always hanging out in low places, so it was easier for me to scoop the dirt out of their lives. Word of mouth passed me on until I started realizing I could charge a premium for this kind of thing.”
“On average how many customers do you have a month?”
“Two, maybe three.”
“And how long have you been a ‘business’ for?
“Only two years.”
“Just one last question.”
“I just want to leave.”
“Gray. Where were you?” The man’s sharp blue eyes attempted to penetrate her own, see her thoughts.
“Fuck you Johnny, I didn’t kill my parents.”
“Mrs. Ciel-“
“I’m sorry about your wife.” And she left the room, took a cab home, and fell asleep.
Talents:
Pros
Freelance:
Has done freelance work as a private detective, mostly investigating an unstable relationship, collecting photo-evidence and whatnot. While she does have some detecting abilities -- her abilities do not translate to forensic supremacy by any means.
Self-Defense:
She has some basic self-defense training as well as sometimes clients are less than satisfactory when they find out a partner has been cheating on them.
Charmer:
Gray can have an intoxicating personality, often resorting to her charms in order to win a situation over in her favor.
Cons
Alcoholic:
As the title unfortunately reads Gray consumes alcohol at an unhealthy pace and as such finds herself intoxicated more nights than not. While she is not a fully consumed alcoholic by any means, she does crave the nectar.
Unrefined:
Never one to flutter on the more expensive side of life, Gray tends to be uncultured, unrefined and typically pretty crass.
Other: Bi af.
Gray Cièl
Age:
24
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Personality:
Most commonly motivated by a sense of urgency and money, commonly both: Gray is no stranger to striving for a sense of comfort, seeking a break
from the franticness of life. She is an only child who seemed to still require optimum effort to gain the attention of her parents and as such found herself acting out in a variety of ways. She was raised on the south side of Chicago, in Canaryville she fended for herself through most of her adolescent leading into adult years and by the time Gray had turned 16 she was alone.
While one may describe Gray as unpleasant, unhappy isn’t the right word to use on her. She is optimistic to a fault, always believing that every situation can be learned from and surprisingly forgiving. That being said, this is often not understood about Gray as her outer shell is that of a fast-talking crass Chicagoan thusly she is often considered exactly the opposite.
Backstory:
“Mrs. Cièl we’d like to take a minute to interview you, if that’s alright.” The familiar man said raising his mug to his chapped lips, sipping in the ebony concoction.
“Yeah, let’s just get it over with.”
“What was your relationship with the deceased?” The man furrowed his brow.
“Fuck you John.”
“Mrs. Cièl this is all being recorded, please this is just a formality.”
“They’re my parents, and stop calling me that.”
“How would you describe your relationship with them?” Cracked dry fingers tangled themselves together in front of Gray on the desk.
“I wouldn’t.”
“If you’re not going to cooper-”
“Any relationship we had they ended when I was sixteen.”
“Very well.” Dot jots were scribbled onto a blank piece of doctor’s paper, Gray analyzed the man’s finger, a band that had been worn was removed, the lines from its imprint still red and swollen.
“What is your place of residence Mrs. Cièl?”
“I’m around.”
“Are you homeless?”
“I have a home, I just don’t go.”
“As you say Mrs. Cièl.” The man clicked his pen, in and out fumbling with its clip.
“That it?”
“Not quite. What can you tell me about your primary occupation?”
“You arresting me John?”
“Please. Cooperate.” The man said his frustration growing clearly stronger.
“I’m a private eye, okay? I don’t do murders or any serious shit, I prefer to keep out of that sort of thing.”
“How did a girl with no parents get started as a ‘private eye’?
“It started off as work for friends, I was always hanging out in low places, so it was easier for me to scoop the dirt out of their lives. Word of mouth passed me on until I started realizing I could charge a premium for this kind of thing.”
“On average how many customers do you have a month?”
“Two, maybe three.”
“And how long have you been a ‘business’ for?
“Only two years.”
“Just one last question.”
“I just want to leave.”
“Gray. Where were you?” The man’s sharp blue eyes attempted to penetrate her own, see her thoughts.
“Fuck you Johnny, I didn’t kill my parents.”
“Mrs. Ciel-“
“I’m sorry about your wife.” And she left the room, took a cab home, and fell asleep.
Talents:
Pros
Freelance:
Has done freelance work as a private detective, mostly investigating an unstable relationship, collecting photo-evidence and whatnot. While she does have some detecting abilities -- her abilities do not translate to forensic supremacy by any means.
Self-Defense:
She has some basic self-defense training as well as sometimes clients are less than satisfactory when they find out a partner has been cheating on them.
Charmer:
Gray can have an intoxicating personality, often resorting to her charms in order to win a situation over in her favor.
Cons
Alcoholic:
As the title unfortunately reads Gray consumes alcohol at an unhealthy pace and as such finds herself intoxicated more nights than not. While she is not a fully consumed alcoholic by any means, she does crave the nectar.
Unrefined:
Never one to flutter on the more expensive side of life, Gray tends to be uncultured, unrefined and typically pretty crass.
Other: Bi af.
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