[CHAR] ℂ𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕥

[Little Bill]

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[Little Bill]

Name
Halil Khan
Gender
Male
Age
17
Nationality
Bangladeshi
Element
Water
Role
The Leader
Appearance
Halil has a face most would call "punchable". He is constantly either smirking or scoffing, and his face is a fairly even mixture of babyfaced softness and pubescent maturity. He is clearly a teenager in his appearance, though he carries himself with the confidence of a man -- This usually serves to accentuate his punchability even more.

Other than these small details, Halil has a pretty forgettable appearance and is more or less exactly what you'd expect a teenage bengali boy to look like; tan skin, black hair, and brown eyes. His eyebrows are on the thicker side and his ears stick out a bit, but otherwise, Halil isn't exceptionally handsome or ugly, he's just Halil.
He has a notably flashy style of dressing and favors gaudy, noticable chains, headphones, and rings. His tastes change with trends, so his wardrobe currently holds a lot of snapbacks and sneakers, though for the most part he has always preferred clean, white clothes.
Personality
Halil isn't unlikable, but he's close. Smart-mouthed and cocky, Halil is the type of person who can deflect anything with a snide remark or undercutting joke. Back in Pakistan, Halil had a number of friends who followed him loyally, though most of their activities involved trying to get older cousins to buy them alchohol and smoking behind their school. Halil isn't much of a bully, preferring to focus his energy on girls and parties, but he's certainly a smartass.
Aside from his ill-mannered armor of cynicism, Halil is a fairly conflicted young man. Coming from Sylhet, Bangladesh, Halil has the typical viewpoints of a conservative Muslim, while adhering to very few of his religious laws. Halil does not eat pork, prays twice a day, and typically has a less-than-favorable view of homosexuals, nonmuslims, and the west. In spite of this, Halil frequently smokes and drinks with his friends, asks for new possessions during his prayers, skips school, and is as far from humble as he can be. Though he knows he lacks discipline, this is his biggest insecurity, as he views himself as a disciplined leader to his friends.
Backstory
Halil was born in Bangladesh, where he has proudly lived all of his life. Halil's family is very wealthy, with his father having helped found one of Bangladesh's first national banks after the country seceded from Pakistan. His life has been one of relative luxury, especially considering the extremely impoverished conditions of other parts of his homeland, and has afforded him a more sheltered upbringing than most.
Halil's life has largely been the same ever since he was born, with few ups or downs to mention other than the deaths of a few grandparents on his extended family tree. He had the same two friends growing up, with the three of them frequently finding themselves in trouble for small discrepancies in the neighborhood.
Likes
Tea
Hip Hop
Incense
Dislikes
Animals (He especially dislikes/fears dogs)
Old People
Hot Weather

[Wisp]

Name
Diana Guerra
Gender
Female
Age
16
Nationality
Brazilian
Element
Air
Role
Lancer

Appearance
Standing at 5'9", Diana has only just reached the point where she has stopped growing. Her figure, as a result of her height, is willowy. With long arms and legs, it sometimes gives the illusion that she's even taller. Naturally tan skin that only browns further in the sun matches with her dark brown hair. Her hair is exceptionally curly, and she refuses to take a straightener to it. She's proud of her curls, even when they obscure her view. Diana's eyes are hazel, appearing more brown, green, or grey depending on her environment.

Diana prefers, above all else, to dress practically. If her clothes are comfortably and work well for her environment, she's good. This means most of her wardrobe is made up of jeans, shorts, and t-shirts. She wears athletic sneakers on her feet - the kind that are cushioned, not flat like plywood - and has decorated the plain white with dark storm clouds and lightning bolts. For added effect, the lightning bolts are outlined in highlighter, though she has to refresh it from time to time.

Personality
Best known for her impulsive nature, Diana is always finding trouble. Whether it's speaking her mind or taking action while others are at a standstill, she's not afraid to step up to the plate. Her mouth will run ahead of her mind, leaving her verbal filter virtually nonexistent, and no question of where she stands on issues and with people. Her body, too, works ahead of her mind - there's little 'think' and a lot of 'do' when it comes to her actions. This reckless behaviour was worse when she was younger, and though she's learning the importance of self-control as she gets older, that doesn't mean she has to like it. She knows she wasn't born to please people, and as such has no qualms of sticking to her guns. When this leads to violence, you can bet she's going to be the first one to punch back.

Not everything is straightforward, though, and Diana prides herself on thinking outside the box. When things seem bleak or a situation impossible, she looks at things from another angle. She's quick on her feet and prides herself on her ability to problem solve. Sure, not all of her solutions are practical and some of them are downright weird, but she believes in solving something by any means necessary. Sometimes, this means getting hurt, but she tries not to put other people in situations where they could be hurt. She's learned that just because she's okay with sacrificing her own well-being, not everyone is. Though not totally selfless, she's certainly not afraid of taking the fall.

Diana is her gentlest when it comes to two things - small children, and nature. Children are a soft spot for her, as she appreciates their innocence and creativity. Sure, she doesn't set a great example for children, but she believes in setting up future generations to succeed. When it comes to nature, she can't help but admire it; especially the beauty of weather. Whether it's a sunny morning or a stormy afternoon, she's guaranteed to enjoy it. She finds beauty in all manners of weather, though that doesn't stop the fear that comes with more disastrous weather.

Backstory
Born to her parents in early spring, Diana was a bright-eyed child whose middle name was Trouble as soon as she was mobile. She loved to explore and touch everything, which led to a significant number of injuries, from scrapes to burns. It was necessary to constantly monitor her - she couldn't be left unattended for even a moment. Of course, she didn't understand the problem; they hadn't told her to stay put, so why would she stay while they were busy doing something else? She just wanted to check everything out, and it wasn't like she got hurt that bad. Still, her parents put her in time-out every time she wandered off, and she eventually learned to ask when she wanted to go somewhere or do something.

In middle school, she fell in with a like-minded crowd, and learned skills her parents most definitely did not approve of. Vandalism, pick-pocketing, stealing without getting caught - her favourite, by far, was practicing sleight-of-hand to pick-pocket. Diana learned to move quietly and how to act calm under pressure, and took pride in her skills. When she was caught stealing a comic book, however, her friends didn't even try to help her. Realizing that they weren't the kind of friends she thought they were, she bailed. They didn't take kindly to it, but she didn't take kindly to them, either. Her parents were horrified that she had stolen anything, but when she promised to turn over a new leaf, they were put at ease. Still, she did a lot of work in the community to make up for her behaviour in her parents' eyes, even if she still pocketed candy from time to time. Larger things were obviously not her forte.

Now in high school, Diana's got acquaintances, but she wouldn't call them her friends. Speaking her mind as she does means her choices for friends is cut down considerably, especially when she's not afraid to call someone out on undesirable behaviour. She doesn't appreciate them any less, but she certainly doesn't feel close with them. Her biggest problem is that not everyone speaks their mind, so whether they really agree with her point of view or not is up in the air. She can respect people having different opinions than her, but not people who lie about what they think. After her falling out with what quickly became a gang, she's gotten paranoid that her decision to leave them is going to come back and bite her.

Likes

• Fruit
• Solving Problems
• Victory
• Weather

Dislikes

• Being Silenced
• Expectations
• Rules/Regulations
• Seafood

[Howler]

Momo

Yashira "Momo" Momoko
Gender
Female
Age
19
Nationality
Japanese
Element
Heart
Role
Heart

Appearance
It's clear enough that Momo does and does not care what she looks like. She wears what she feels like, but she wants you know know she's wearing what she feels like. Punk in the 'I do what I want' sense of the word, she eschews the typical high-maintenance hairstyles and fashion decisions of the Harajuku 'punks' and is significantly more likely to be found dressed in a pair of broken-in pants and a tank top. She likes colors and patterns as much as she likes the lack of either, and it's a toss-up as to whether you'll catch her in a pair of two-sizes-too-big blue plaid slacks or a black yoga pants and a sweater. She dresses for comfort but wears it like gang colors, attitude forward. Immediately apparent as well are her piercings, of which she has several--her ears are lined with rings, her lips studded in snake-bites to hide a thin scar.

Phsyically, Momo is an almost textbook ectomorph. Long and willowy, lanky and lean, from her knife-sharp collar bones to her pianist fingers she looks like she needs nothing in this world more than a good sandwich. Really just a bit too thin for most people, including herself, at 6'1'' she's taller than most of the boys she knows and still about half their weight. Though reasonably toned after having spent some time trying to bulk up, her smoking hasn't helped her endurance.

Personality
More than anything, Momo is sick of being lied to.

A perceptive young woman, Momo has dealt with enough bullshit in her life to be able to smell it a mile away. Whether it's your white-boy-wanna-be-gangster or your celebutard-teenage-pop-princess, Momo has the unsettling and somewhat unpleasant knack of shearing away all the little things that people hide themselves with and getting to the heart of the matter, and enjoys doing so a bit more than she should. After so many years of pretending and stumbling through things herself she's more than a little bitter, and if she takes it out on other people, well...

That's just who she is. Deal with it.

A deeply caring and passionate individual, Momo's outward aggression is in direct response to the hypocrisy she sees what seems like everywhere. Her mother was a hypocrite, her step-father was a hypocrite, that asshole on the street is probably a hypocrite, and in the end so is she. More than anything, Momo would like to be 'nice'. She'd like to have friends who want to be around her, who laugh at her jokes, who she'll back up no matter what and who she never has to watch do all the awful, shitty things that people do, but she knows that won't happen. She knows exactly how mad and bitter and hurt she is, and all that crap just doesn't add up to a good person. Self-deprecating and venomously depressed, she wears it all on her sleeve so that no one else can 'out' her on it.

She's done giving people ammunition. Not like she's lacking targets.

Backstory
Momo's mother was a slut and everyone knew it. She always had been--mild-mannered and aloof, she was the kind of woman who was very fortunate to find the caring corporate lawyer that had been Momo's father. She was very fortunate that, when he passed away of an aneurysm at thirty in a shopping mall while out with his wife and then five year old daughter, she was close enough with his best friend to have sold the house and be sharing a room with him a two weeks later. She was similarly fortunate when, after said best friend was fired from his company two years later, the boss who she'd met at more than a few company outings was happy to let her move in even if it meant having her daughter underfoot. And so on and so forth--for most of Momo's young life, father figures came and went with such regularity that she eventually stopped looking at them.

Instead, Momo fixated on her mother. When the two were alone they were thick as thieves, marathoning stupid television shows on whatever couch happened to be present and working their way through mochi like it was going out of style. They were best friends in the way that only a mother and daughter could be, the only constants in each others' lives; it was them against the world. That, at least, was how Momo saw it. During most of school she was a reasonably bright, otherwise uninteresting girl who didn't make many friends thanks to juggling districts on a semi-regular basis. When she wasn't there--which was, in hindsight, frequently the case--it was easy to pretend that Momo's mother was just 'playing along' with whoever happened to be boning her at the time. Affairs became games, affection became a facade, and the wink her mother gave her before she left always made her feel like they were still playing on the same team.

Long story short, they weren't. Momo's mother's latest boytoy seemed, for the first time, to want to pay as much attention to Momo as her mother. He would insinuate himself into couch time, staying up too late with them so he could be with 'his girls'. He'd ask Momo how her day was, if her uniform fit alright, if she wanted to go shopping. He'd try to talk like he was her father (which she ignored) and rub her shoulders when he caught her sitting down. He set up a web-cam in her shower, at which point she'd had absolutely enough and confronted her mother with the issue and was shockingly and summarily dismissed. There was no outrage, no frustration, no repercussions, just a little frown and an 'I'll take care of it, sweetie' and the world kept on spinning.

Nothing changed. Things got worse. When they got worse enough, Momo called the cops; her mother was furious in a way that Momo had never seen before. It was the first and only fight they ever had, and it was enough to completely blow the pair of them apart. Had they, Momo wanted to know, ever been together to begin with? If her mother wasn't there when she really needed her, if she could be upset about this, had they ever really been on the same team?

It was a lot harder to be just Momo against the world.

Her mother's boyfriend got out of the charges; she had refused to testify. They sent Momo in for therapy and counseling and so she stayed away from home. Always a spiteful little thing, she fell in with a bad crowd and did enough bad things to earn her cred. Eventually she and her friends staked the house out one night and made sure that said jackhole would never look at little girls quite the same way ever again. Afterwards, though, when all was said and done, it didn't feel as good as she'd thought it would. Yeah, he was a creep, but could she really close her eyes, remember the quivering mess of what used to be a person before all the boots and chains and baseball bats and really say he deserved it? That she did the right thing?

A good, long look at her life put some things in stark contrast for her...so she moved on. Did what she had to do to get some money for a down payment, found a shitty temp job doing data entry, and became someone else.

Or tried.

Likes
Tonkatsu ramen.
Rain.
Plants.
3-D movies.
Dislikes
Scary movies.
Lord of the Rings.
Posers.
Conspiracy Theorists.

[banjoanjo]

Name
Milene Laporte
Gender
Female
Age
17
Nationality
Born in France, currently based in Melbourne, Australia
Element
Fire
Role
Smart Guy

Appearance
Long straight bronze hair, dark brown eyes, pale-ish skin that tans during summer. Stands at around 167cm. Dress code for her school demands that it is tied up into a ponytail, but she usually wears it like that outside of school for convenience anyway. Average build, not exactly toned, but has fairly muscular legs from cycling. Wears a constant pokerface, expression doesn’t change much apart from occasional chuckles and eyebrow raises.

Milene doesn’t put much effort or money into her appearance but still barely passes as “not unfashionable”. Wears clothes that are easy to move around in, usually jeans, sneakers, a simple t-shirt and light jacket. Doesn’t own much clothing and has one particular jacket she seems to prefer. Is pretty much immune to weather whether it be heat or cold so her outfit doesn’t change much throughout the year.

Personality
From the outset, Milene is blunt person. She states the facts as she sees them but doesn’t go out of her way to disparage someone, though she often accidentally makes scathing remarks that alienate people. She prefers reason over emotion as a way of figuring things out and can easily logically disarm most people in an argument. Most people see her as condescending because of her curt manner and detached wit. She doesn’t mind though, “different strokes for different folks” as she likes to say. Laidback and generally excels in school, though her grades in history are a bit lacking. Despite her unassuming outer personality, Milene’s thought process can be quite vivid and imaginative.

Her utilitarian mindset may put her at odds with some people. Her sense of justice may be a bit stunted by this, as she’s a very “needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few” sort of person. She seeks efficiency in everything she does, be it in her speech or school work. Her extremely colloquial speech is a result of this, though she’s not one for talking much in the first place.

A fault of her personality is that she tends to judge heavily upon first impressions. She doesn’t give respect until the person has proven deserving of it. But when she does approve of a person, her loyalty is astounding. If someone is deemed worthy of it, she will support them with everything she’s got. Unless you handle her well, she won’t be very cooperative.

Slight fear of knives and sharp objects. Unnatural fondness of Skittles.

Backstory
Milene was born in Toulouse and lived there until the age of 9. Her parents worked at a prominent aircraft engineering company that sustained their fairly comfortable upper middle class lifestyle. Apart from an accident in the tool shed that led to her fear of sharp objects, Milene’s life in France was uneventful. When not exploring the town on her bike, she was perusing the contents of her father’s bookshelf, which mostly consisted of scientific journals and books on mechanical engineering. At first she only read them to admire the pictures, but as she got older she managed to grasp the language and key ideas.

Thanks to her parents’ jobs, they moved to Australia. Her classmates were initially curious about the newcomer (the accent certainly helped) but when her antisocial tendencies became apparent, the interest soon dissolved. For high school, Milene’s parents had her enrolled into a private girl’s school where she was finally lucky enough to make friends and put her French to use in class. When her parents declared that they were moving back, Milene chose to stay in Melbourne in a rented apartment, where she currently resides.

Likes
Skittles
Cycling
Bebop
Wandering through the city at night

Dislikes
Kiwis (the fruit, not the people)
People with no common sense
Sound of cracking knuckles
Knives

[Omega Man]

EARTH!

Name

Jason 'Jay' Makarov

Gender

Male

Age

18

Nationality

Born in Brooklyn NY, he's Russian American

Element

Earth

Role

Big Guy

Appearance

Jay is just over six feet tall with bright green eyes, dark brown hair, and a masculine jaw line. He usually has stubble as he never shaves completely it seems, and his wardobe is that of a slacker. Generally wears jeans with and without holes, a worn pair of white and blue Adidas, and shades of blue and green shirts. In general, appearance wise he's probably closest to Wheeler of the original team. If we get the Planeteer t-shirts, his will most likely be navy blue or a deep shade of green.

Personality

The Russian-American likes to push buttons just because he can. Jay's smile and good looks usually gets him out of intense situations, but his mouth tends to get him into confrontations with authority figures more often than not. The teen is a bit of a hothead and pretty impulsive, and often enjoys just being alone somewhere like Central Park when he needs to think on something.

When his mouth opens, that's when he comes off like an asshole a lot of times. Pushing buttons, even with that smile, tends to piss more people off than it does open up a friendly conversation with others. This puts him at odds with his teammates and friends and he's constantly separating himself from groups to think more clearly on matters. He's competitive when it comes to people he's closer to, and generally believes 'anything you can do I can do better.' He recently moved back to Brooklyn to live with his father, leaving his American mother back in Ohio. Jay is trying to man up and be more responsible, but his world was recently rocked when he found out his father had ties to the Russian Mob.

Backstory

Jay was born in NY to a Russian father and an American mother in '98. He lived in Brooklyn until his parents divorced when he was three years old and his mother took him with her to live with family on a farm in Ohio. The next fifteen years Jay would live an average life, make average grades in school because he never pushed himself, as well as rack up a juvenile record of decent length before turning eighteen. Questioning authority never did him any favors, least of all after getting caught spray painting 'JAY' on train cars, bridges, and rundown building walls back in the small Ohio town. Thankfully, he knew how to talk his way out of most situations.

When his eighteenth birthday came his father visited him as he always did, this was roughly halfway into his last year of high school. His father was surprised Jay wanted to finally move back to NY with him after so long, in reality Jay had recently went through a bad string of relationships. Now he's back in Brooklyn, living in Sheepshead Bay by the ocean, and trying to live the life of a big city kid. Jay didn't have the New Yorker accent, and is often seen as an outcast. He's already been in several fights his first month and a half of school because of it. Honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way.

Likes

Being alone to think, old arcade games, Chinese food, classic rock music, scary movies, his Polo Sport cologne, and sparring MMA style despite his lack of training.

Dislikes

Anybody who wears crocs, sandals with socks, Justin Beiber, onions, and people with horrible manners. He also has a strong dislike for chickens after living on a farm most of his life.

~KL~