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Name: Ryan Xavier
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Partner: Moonmon > Lunamon > Lekismon > Crescemon > Dianamon
Personality: Ryan is not a particularly cheerful person, nor a particularly friendly one. He’s absolutely terrible with people, and in fact most people who spend more than a few minutes around him end up hating him. He’s not the type who puts much stock in politeness or tact, instead preferring to be rude and obnoxious whenever possible. He’s also incredibly arrogant and makes no effort whatsoever to hide it or rein it in. His naturally rebellious spirit has caused him to develop a serious problem with authority, and his attitude towards any sort of authority figure can best be described as open hostility. He’s amazingly self-centered, and would never value someone else’s safety above his own.
Despite this, he’s a highly intelligent young man who would have a lot of potential for success, should he actually apply himself at anything. Spending much of his youth in the city getting mixed up with some shady crowds, he has a certain amount of street savvy. He’s not the type who’ll easily get the wool pulled over his eyes. In addition, he has a strong sense of independence, and knows how to take care of himself. He’s very cold and calculating, always thinking things through before doing or saying anything.
Ryan’s general outlook on life is very pessimistic. He’s learned never to get his hopes up about anything. He’s notoriously lazy, totally unmotivated to accomplish anything with his life. As far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t see himself living past thirty anyway, so why bother? He’s slow to warm up to others and doesn’t easily get attached to anybody.
Bio: Growing up, Ryan’s home life was less than ideal. For one, his family was not particularly well-off. His parents went from job to job in order to make ends meet and support their unhealthy drinking habits, and were virtually absent in Ryan’s life, never showing interest in him, never encouraging him to achieve anything, or even, most of the time, bothering to pay attention to him at all. The only times they paid him any mind were when they needed something from him or during the frequent fights he had with them.
He would regularly stay out until the late hours of the night and his parents would rarely even notice. This lack of supervision led to him getting mixed up with some less than ideal influences, and he soon turned into his school’s resident delinquent. Spending a lot of time on the streets, he learned to be tough and take care of himself, and the fistfights he would get into on a near-daily basis, be they with classmates, neighborhood kids, or his father, taught him how to handle himself in a fight.
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Name: Lucas Arryn
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Lucas is an attractive young man with an athletic build. He’s a bit on the shorter side, standing at about 5’7”. His light blonde hair is certainly not short, but doesn’t go all the way down to his shoulders, and his eyes are a very dark brown that almost look black.
Clothing: Having been raised in nobility, Lucas has a habit of dressing very nicely even when it’s impractical, such as when traveling, as he has had little experience being on the road or out in the wild. Incidentally, this ends up showing off his highborn status to the world, making it seem as though he’s intentionally flaunting his wealthy upbringing. He tends to dress in the colors of his house, white and sky-blue.
Weapons: A short sword and dagger, both made from high-quality, castle-forged steel
Personality: Lucas is very outspoken and talkative. He’s seldom at ease unless he can hear the sound of his own voice. He’s brash and impulsive, never putting very much thought into what he says before saying it, no matter how many times his big mouth gets him into trouble. He’s very lazy and unmotivated, rarely putting effort into accomplishing anything unless somebody pushes him to do so. The only thing he’s ever gone out of his way to put effort into is his swordsmanship, making him skilled and knowledgeable at that and very little else. He’s also extremely easygoing, rarely making a fuss when others don’t do things his way. Despite sometimes coming off as abrasive due to his rash and thoughtless behavior, he’s a generous and selfless person who will go out of his way to help others.
History: Lucas grew up in the Eyrie, the ancient seat of House Arryn. His grandfather was the younger brother of Lord Jasper Arryn, Lord Jon’s father. He had only one son, Alyn, before passing away. Ser Alyn, Lucas’ father, was a knight, and did his best to raise his son to be a good and honorable man after Lucas’ mother died of illness when Lucas was a young boy. However, despite his best efforts, Alyn was constantly frustrated with Lucas’ brash attitude and lack of discipline. He pushed Lucas to become a knight for the boy’s whole life, having him trained under the Eyrie’s master of arms from a young age. Lucas had no real desire to do anything in particular with his life, let alone become a knight, but swordplay was one of the few activities he actually enjoyed, so he found himself practicing fairly often, becoming quite proficient for his age.
Spending his whole childhood having his life laid out for him without any real ambitions of his own made Lucas grow complacent, causing him to become dependent on his father making decisions for him. Thus, when Ser Alyn was killed in battle against a band of Stone Crows when Lucas was 15, he was utterly lost. Now merely an orphan from a forgotten cadet branch of House Arryn with nobody to look after him, knowing that he could never hope to someday sit the seat of his House, Lucas was faced with an uncertain future in a frightening world that he didn’t know how to cope with. So, naturally, the comparative security and straightforwardness of being a brother of the Night’s Watch was rather alluring to him. Over a year after his father’s death, Lucas finally made it known that he planned on taking the black. He was never close to anyone of the main branch of House Arryn, and he had no other family left aside from them, so there was nobody who cared enough about him to oppose his decision and he set off for the Wall.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Lucas is an attractive young man with an athletic build. He’s a bit on the shorter side, standing at about 5’7”. His light blonde hair is certainly not short, but doesn’t go all the way down to his shoulders, and his eyes are a very dark brown that almost look black.
Clothing: Having been raised in nobility, Lucas has a habit of dressing very nicely even when it’s impractical, such as when traveling, as he has had little experience being on the road or out in the wild. Incidentally, this ends up showing off his highborn status to the world, making it seem as though he’s intentionally flaunting his wealthy upbringing. He tends to dress in the colors of his house, white and sky-blue.
Weapons: A short sword and dagger, both made from high-quality, castle-forged steel
Personality: Lucas is very outspoken and talkative. He’s seldom at ease unless he can hear the sound of his own voice. He’s brash and impulsive, never putting very much thought into what he says before saying it, no matter how many times his big mouth gets him into trouble. He’s very lazy and unmotivated, rarely putting effort into accomplishing anything unless somebody pushes him to do so. The only thing he’s ever gone out of his way to put effort into is his swordsmanship, making him skilled and knowledgeable at that and very little else. He’s also extremely easygoing, rarely making a fuss when others don’t do things his way. Despite sometimes coming off as abrasive due to his rash and thoughtless behavior, he’s a generous and selfless person who will go out of his way to help others.
History: Lucas grew up in the Eyrie, the ancient seat of House Arryn. His grandfather was the younger brother of Lord Jasper Arryn, Lord Jon’s father. He had only one son, Alyn, before passing away. Ser Alyn, Lucas’ father, was a knight, and did his best to raise his son to be a good and honorable man after Lucas’ mother died of illness when Lucas was a young boy. However, despite his best efforts, Alyn was constantly frustrated with Lucas’ brash attitude and lack of discipline. He pushed Lucas to become a knight for the boy’s whole life, having him trained under the Eyrie’s master of arms from a young age. Lucas had no real desire to do anything in particular with his life, let alone become a knight, but swordplay was one of the few activities he actually enjoyed, so he found himself practicing fairly often, becoming quite proficient for his age.
Spending his whole childhood having his life laid out for him without any real ambitions of his own made Lucas grow complacent, causing him to become dependent on his father making decisions for him. Thus, when Ser Alyn was killed in battle against a band of Stone Crows when Lucas was 15, he was utterly lost. Now merely an orphan from a forgotten cadet branch of House Arryn with nobody to look after him, knowing that he could never hope to someday sit the seat of his House, Lucas was faced with an uncertain future in a frightening world that he didn’t know how to cope with. So, naturally, the comparative security and straightforwardness of being a brother of the Night’s Watch was rather alluring to him. Over a year after his father’s death, Lucas finally made it known that he planned on taking the black. He was never close to anyone of the main branch of House Arryn, and he had no other family left aside from them, so there was nobody who cared enough about him to oppose his decision and he set off for the Wall.
I thought it was good.
The world had gone quiet, Lily noticed as she lay on the floor of the helicopter. All she could hear was a steady ringing sound. What had just happened? Everything around her was blurry, it felt like her whole body was in pain, and her head was killing her. As her vision came back into focus, she tried to take in the scene around her. The helicopter was completely totaled. There were mangled bodies strewn all over, and so many people lying immobile, covered in blood. How many of those were also dead, and how many simply injured? She watched the others who were still alive scurrying around, trying to get out and find cover, trying and failing to revive the fallen. Nobody seemed to be paying her any mind.
Do I look like I’m dead? she wondered. Come to think of it, the top of her head felt oddly wet. She reached an aching hand up to touch it, and then brought it back in front of her face. There was a little bit of blood on her fingers. Wonderful, she thought. Just what I need right now.
The ringing in her ears was starting to subside and the world was once again filled with sounds of all kind. But it was the sound of gunshots that snapped her to her senses. She was still in a warzone. She was alive, but she could die any second. The adrenaline was apparently enough to fill her body with life again, because she quickly found herself on her feet, grasping her weapon tightly.
She scrambled to the window and saw the soldiers charging the building. She ducked down next to Avery just before a hail of bullets came through the open window. When the bullets momentarily stopped flying, Lily popped up with her rifle and unloaded on the enemy soldiers. Her head was still spinning and she could barely tell where she was aiming the damn thing. She was fairly certain she saw some of them fall down, but she wasn’t sure. All of the sudden, she realized that her gun wasn’t firing bullets anymore. She panicked and ducked behind cover again, hastily trying to reload.
Had she just killed somebody? She might have, any of those bullets could’ve been a lethal shot, but she wasn’t sure. It was strange, not even knowing. She had been dreading the moment where she’d be forced to kill someone for so long, she figured it would be a bigger deal. Yet here she was, not even knowing for sure if she’d done it at all.
Not the time! she thought. She tried to stay focused on what was going on around her. The enemy was coming fast, there were a lot of them, and they wouldn’t be able to defend this position for long.
“We need to get out of here!” she shouted to whoever could hear her. Was she slurring her words? She couldn’t really tell. “They’ll be on top of us any minute!”
Do I look like I’m dead? she wondered. Come to think of it, the top of her head felt oddly wet. She reached an aching hand up to touch it, and then brought it back in front of her face. There was a little bit of blood on her fingers. Wonderful, she thought. Just what I need right now.
The ringing in her ears was starting to subside and the world was once again filled with sounds of all kind. But it was the sound of gunshots that snapped her to her senses. She was still in a warzone. She was alive, but she could die any second. The adrenaline was apparently enough to fill her body with life again, because she quickly found herself on her feet, grasping her weapon tightly.
She scrambled to the window and saw the soldiers charging the building. She ducked down next to Avery just before a hail of bullets came through the open window. When the bullets momentarily stopped flying, Lily popped up with her rifle and unloaded on the enemy soldiers. Her head was still spinning and she could barely tell where she was aiming the damn thing. She was fairly certain she saw some of them fall down, but she wasn’t sure. All of the sudden, she realized that her gun wasn’t firing bullets anymore. She panicked and ducked behind cover again, hastily trying to reload.
Had she just killed somebody? She might have, any of those bullets could’ve been a lethal shot, but she wasn’t sure. It was strange, not even knowing. She had been dreading the moment where she’d be forced to kill someone for so long, she figured it would be a bigger deal. Yet here she was, not even knowing for sure if she’d done it at all.
Not the time! she thought. She tried to stay focused on what was going on around her. The enemy was coming fast, there were a lot of them, and they wouldn’t be able to defend this position for long.
“We need to get out of here!” she shouted to whoever could hear her. Was she slurring her words? She couldn’t really tell. “They’ll be on top of us any minute!”
Same here. Maybe we should move things along, get everybody off of that helicopter. Things seem to have really stalled there.
So ... how's everybody doing?
What would they do when this was over, huh? That conveniently ignored the very real possibility that some or all of them could easily die within the hour. But still, it was a nice distraction.
What will I do if I manage to survive? Lily thought. She hadn’t really been thinking about it lately. She wasn’t generally the type to plan too far into the future anyway, but lately in particular she’d been very distracted.
“Wouldn’t mind going out for some chips. It’s been ages since I’ve done that,” she offered weakly, shrugging.
What will I do if I manage to survive? Lily thought. She hadn’t really been thinking about it lately. She wasn’t generally the type to plan too far into the future anyway, but lately in particular she’d been very distracted.
“Wouldn’t mind going out for some chips. It’s been ages since I’ve done that,” she offered weakly, shrugging.
Lily raised an eyebrow at Avery. “You alright, mate?” she asked her. “You look like you’re about to be sick.”
Maybe she was just a bad flier. If so, she probably wouldn’t be having too much fun in a minute. Lily chuckled a little to herself at that. Just being in a plane doesn’t seem so scary compared to having to jump out of a perfectly good one. Come to think of it, Lily had never sky dived herself. She suddenly felt a little nervous, now that she was thinking about it.
Well, there was a first time for everything, wasn’t there?
Maybe she was just a bad flier. If so, she probably wouldn’t be having too much fun in a minute. Lily chuckled a little to herself at that. Just being in a plane doesn’t seem so scary compared to having to jump out of a perfectly good one. Come to think of it, Lily had never sky dived herself. She suddenly felt a little nervous, now that she was thinking about it.
Well, there was a first time for everything, wasn’t there?
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