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Erika Staal and the crew of the Black Angel - The Spirit of Chivalry (Jan. 29, 2011-May 13, 2011)

Captain's Sheet

Name: Erika Staal

Age: 26 (Earth Years)

Sex: Female

Appearance: Erika is Caucasian, standing at 5'7", weighing 130lbs. She has short, blonde hair, the bangs swept across her forehead, with the rest coming to rest just at chin level. Her eyes are blue, the kind of blue seen underneath a frozen pond, and her gaze can be just as icy. She can be described as fairly attractive; nice face, good body. She will wear the standard issue military uniform when on duty, but when off, she prefers to go more casual, with a standard t-shirt and jeans/shorts combo. She wears a necklace considered a family treasure, as it bears a fang from the now extinct polar bear.

Personality: Erika is very ambitious. Feeling as though she is fighting through a male-dominated fleet, she tends to over compensate a little bit, willing to take on missions that any sane person would refuse. She also tries to avoid relying on anyone else's help, not wanting to seem like the little sister that everyone has to save. She gets along well with her crew, they are her trusted partners in this fight, and will defend them to the death. With her superiors, she is barely respectful, still sure she's better than them, and would be in their position if she could get past the the preconceived notions about women in the military. The only person she is willing to take advice from is Lt. Lidstrom.

History: Erika was born on Earth, to a large Canadian family. She was the youngest child out of five kids, with four older brothers. They had a proud military history, all Staals serving for the Earth in their battles, and naturally Erika wanted to serve as well, to prove she could be just as good as her older siblings. She enlisted and after a year's training, she became a pilot on a Corvette, just like the other Staals before. She was good, but she felt she could run the ship better than Captain Brind'Amour. They fought the good fight in many battles, but in one mission, the Hurricane took heavy damage and the entire crew had to bail. Erika's escape pod was the only one that did not malfunction, the rest all perishing. She was retrieved and immediately assigned to a new Corvette that had been commissioned and built to replace the other losses, and was to be staffed by survivors of other destroyed ships, as well as a new recruit.

Notes: Erika was just recently put in charge of her ship, she's seen this as a long time coming, despite her short time in the army and completely re-branded it to suit her image.

Ship Sheet

Name of Ship: Black Angel

Type: Corvette

Members: Captain: Lt. Commander Erika Staal, F, 26, ex-Hurricane

Pilot: Lt. Nicole Lidstrom, F, 39, ex-Red Wing, a veteran pilot, it came down to her and Erika to see who officially be captain of the ship, and Nicole was the first choice, but turned it down as she preferred to remain pilot. Despite the age difference, she has a lot of respect for Erika, and maintains a picture of class in whatever she does. She also advises Erika on some of the more complicated moves that are performed in battle.

Comm. Officer: Martina St. Louis, F, 35, ex-Thunderstrike, another veteran, an intellectual, joined the army to pay for school, then stayed in when she couldn't find any higher-paying jobs. She's shorter than the others, and doesn't look like much help, but she's very effective at relaying orders, and keeping on top of things.

First Gunner: Michael Green, M, 25, ex-Soaring Eagle, all offense, all the time, Michael doesn't know the meaning of "Cover fire". He goes after whatever enemy ship he can spot, and sometimes gets caught out of position because of his gung-ho attack style.

Second Gunner: Danielle Briere, F, 33, ex-Flyer. The oldest out of the gunners, she's trying to mentor the other three but not doing a very good job. She was the bottom gunner on her old ship, and not used to taking this role. She's still a very good shot though, able to hit targets that almost shouldn't be hit.

Third Gunner: Carrie Price, F, 23, ex-Rampaging Moose, almost the complete opposite of Michael, she's great at deflecting incoming shots, and playing defense, but when called upon to fire away on offense, she's not that good. Also a bit moody, she was picked on a lot on her former ship, which also knocked down her self confidence for a while, until she got a lot better at knocking incoming missiles out of the sky.

Fourth Gunner: Jeff Skinner, M, 19, a rookie, right out of the training academy, Jeff couldn't believe his luck in getting placed on a ship with almost all girls. He tried to score with most of them, especially with Carrie but predictably, got shot down by all, especially by Carrie. He's raw, and doesn't know many tricks, but his talent is unquestioned.

Craft:



Exploits: None for now, this is a relatively new crew, taken off of pieces of other crews that had lost too many members to continue.

Link: Here

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Brandon "Colt" Robertson - Demigods: A Camp Half-Blood RP (Jan. 19, 2011-Sept. 10, 2012) + Demigods 3.0 (Dec. 8, 2012-Nov. 13, 2014)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Links: Here & Here

Project Untamed

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It's tough to imagine a prettier sight then the duelling streaks of purple and orange that paint the sky over the New Mexico desert as the sun is just beginning its ascent. Sure, it's a pain in the butt for most people to wake up early enough to catch the view. But as that big ball of fire begins to rise out of the east, illuminating the rock formations and sending the shadows of brush scattering across the sand, the contrast of color is unlike anything that could be seen anywhere else.

It made Savannah Payton pity those poor fools who decided city living was the way to go. How could people live in those urban zoos like that if they knew what was waiting out here for them? Freaking mindblowing.

It wasn't hard for Sav to get up to catch those first rays. Her 6:30 wakeup time meant she was out on the track by 7am, and the last few weeks, that meant it was the perfect time to see that natural beauty as it graced the Land of Enchantment. As far as she could remember, Savannah was always one of those early risers. The mornings were the best time to run, without the traffic blitzing by in an attempt to beat the rush hour gridlock. Of course, growing up in small-town Sweetwater, Texas, it wasn't exactly bumper-to-bumper traffic. Still, the peace was something to be treasured, especially on perfect fall days like this. The Rocky Mountain chill wasn't truly taking hold yet, but it was cool enough that the desert heat didn't dominate proceedings.

By this point, Savannah had been on the track for almost an hour, pacing herself as she continued to lap imaginary runners in her mind. Today was an endurance day and she was determined to complete her set amount of laps before peeling off and heading into the cafeteria to refuel. The plan was to alternate between long-distance days and sprint days until she got to university and her coach could determine what she should specialize in. It kept her loose and limber. Of course, no matter what speed she ran at, Sav knew she looked good doing it. She's seen some of the photos Bradley has gotten of her mid-stride, and honestly, they are some of the best photos she's ever taken. Even if her hair is a pink mess. Still can't remember why I would ever go blonde and pink... oh well. It'll be brown again soon enough. I hope.

The thoughts were the only things running through Savannah's mind while she was running through her regimen. She rejected the idea of having music playing while she ran. It meant that she couldn't listen to her surroundings, and then how would she know if someone was trying to sneak up on her and attack her or something? It was not worth the trade-off in security just to be able to listen to some Pale Waves while she went through her exercises. If she was in the school gym, that would be a little different. She'd usually be in the corner on the treadmill or doing her leg pumps, and then she would have Sol with her. Sol could give off some dangerous vibes at times, but the mutual respect built in the workout room over the past few weeks made them surprisingly fast friends. Plus, it always helped to have another set of eyes on the lookout.

As her Fitbit beeped to let her know that she had reached a full hour out on the track, Savannah breathed a huge sigh as she finally slowed down to a walking pace. Her duffel bag was still waiting for her on the bleachers, so she went over and grabbed her towel, patting herself all over. She didn't sweat enough for a shower she reasoned, although even if she was dripping like a New York liberal in an Amarillo country bar, she probably wouldn't have bothered. One, the showers were one of the most vulnerable places in the school, even without factoring in the fact that she would be completely naked at the same time. Two, if someone was else there, that meant seeing another woman naked and for some reason, the thought just wasn't palatable at all. It was unnatural to be taking in that kind of sight. At least that's what her parents taught her back in Sweetwater.

Satisfied with herself, Savannah tucked the towel back in the bag, separating it from the satchel that held her books and supplies for her first two classes. She tossed her bomber jacket on over her tank top and made a beeline for the cafeteria. The staff had done very well catering to the students like her who adhered to a vegetarian lifestyle. She already knew what she would be eating in approximately seven minutes time. A cup of fruit salad, with as many strawberries as she could muster, and a steaming hot bowl of oatmeal with vanilla soy milk. It was a formula at this point. Right down to her table mates.

For someone who was moving to San Agustin from out-of-state, it was amazingly quick to make best friends here. From the day that she arrived, it was clear that Savannah had a lot of common with TJ and Erica. They had the same diets, they shared the same level of activity, they shared a hefty amount of distrust in Leo Brooks. It made sense that they would hang out and have each others backs. There was a level of trust there that Erica would bring the plans, Tyler Jane would bring the confidence and Savannah would bring the incredibly cautious optimism to whatever they could cook up. It worked well.

Which is why Savannah was surprised to see neither of them in the cafeteria as of yet. Bradley was there. Savannah gave a wave, but there was no way that she was going to sit next to him when he had his bowl of crickets going. It was disgusting to watch him eat. He swore they were packed with protein, but there was no way she was going to find out if they truly tasted like chicken. Not that she had any idea what chicken tasted like either. There was an empty table nearby though. So after looking around to make sure no one else was making a claim on it, she decided to sit down, facing the door. There likely weren't going to be any more threats emerging from the people already gathered.

Unfortunately, that meant Savannah had a perfect vantage point to see her gym buddy walking in with the most hated guy in the school. At least in her opinion. She should have been able to rationalize it. Sol and Leo made a lot of sense hanging out together. But still, seeing the boxer with that... clear slice of evil, it was like raking Savannah's back with claws or something. It wasn't a backstab, but it still hurt like hell and smacked of betrayal. She shook her head trying to convince herself that she knew it wasn't anything like that, or that it meant anything, but it still put Savannah on such an edge that she hurriedly turned to her food in order to take her mind off the knowledge that one of San Agustin's alpha males was here and in her social circle by extension. Just please don't sit with me. Please don't sit with me. Please don't sit with me...

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Jordan Kelly - The Road to Indigo (Feb. 2, 2011-Oct. 14, 2014)

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

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

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

Starter Pokemon: Scyther, named Vince

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

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

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

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

Link: Here

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Chelsea Ibuki - Team Oren: A Pokemon RP (Dec. 30, 2010-Jan. 14, 2011)

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

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

Profession: Trainer

Type Specialty: Dragon

Pokemon: Horsea

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Brian MacKenzie - Society of Justice 3: Crisis on the Earth (Nov. 26, 2010-Aug. 13, 2014

Name: Brian MacKenzie

Hero Alias: ?

Age: 21

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

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

Weapons: N/A

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Road To Indigo (Kanto-based Pokemon RP): Chapter One: Starting With a Clean Pallet (Accepting Sheets!)

The thought of having food that she didn't have to cook herself was putting Lilith in a better mood than usual. By which it meant that she didn't have a scowl on her face as she sat off to the side of the Pokemon Center, laptop out on the table as she awaited the news on her newest capture. Her preliminary work on her master's thesis mostly took place back in Mistralton, but there was always something that could be reworked. A sentence that could be made more concise. A comma that had lost it's way. However, the encounter with the supposed highest Pokemon authority in the land had given her a much easier lead in to her story.

It almost feels like the lack of a spiritual anchor has drained something out of Kanto, leaving it a pale shadow of it's former self. It certainly took a lot out of its most respected thinkers, the great Professor Samuel Oak resembling something of a sick caricature of himself at this point. The one-time authority on Pokemon across the world can no longer tell Pokemon from Pokemon, machine from garbage, boy from girl, reality from delusion. In a way, he represents Kanto the best. High on his own supply, unwilling to bring his knowledge of the past into applicable facets of the future. Just seemingly trying to fight off the inevitable decline. Any respect for him is gone, mirroring Kanto's lack of respect for the venerable ghosts that make up such a crucial part of its tapestry.

Lilith leaned back in the chair, black hair padding her head as she rested against the wall. "I dunno. That might be too harsh, even for me. She turned to her right. What do you think?"

Sia was watching from her faithful perch on Lilith's shoulder and looked back at her trainer. "Litwick... litwicklit." I have no idea what you're looking at.

Lilith nodded. "Yeah, you're right.

A ding came from the reception area and the nurse made her way towards the counter. "Miss Rose? Your Pokemon is fully healed!" She placed a Pokeball in one of the open slots on the mahogany wood, and left it for pickup.

"Excellent," Lilith remarked as she left her computer on the table and stood up. With Sia along for the ride, she walked over and grabbed the first Pokemon she had caught on this quest to prove Kanto's inferiority. She beat a quick retreat back to the table though. She was very protective of the computer, since she couldn't really afford to start over on her paper. There were too many hours sunk into it for some sticky-fingered twerp to come along and lift her laptop.

Once she was back in the chair, she clicked the button to release the Tiny Bird Pokemon from the ball. Once it emerged, the Pidgey hopped around, as if trying to figure out where it was or what it could grab a foothold on. The Flying-type looked up at what it assumed was now it's primary source of food. "Crooooo..." Spotting its previous attacker on the person's shoulder, the Pidgey froze, not sure what to expect.

"Well, you look a lot better than before. I guess that was going to be a given. Don't worry. Now that you're a member of this cabal, you will not be harmed.

This only served to make the Pidgey even more confused. "Pidgooooo...?" What are you talking about?

"Litwicklitwick! Litwick!" It means we're teammates! Welcome to the crew!

"Pidg...Pidgrooo!" Oh...All right then!

The small Pokemon seemed to accept this new role, and Lilith was pleased. "Outstanding. A new harbinger of doom for our opponents."

Pidgey merely went back to its own devices, scritching at itself with one of its talons.

Lilith thought to herself. "Yes, you will be a true Omen of terrifying power! That is what you will be named, Omen."

The newly-christened Omen scratched itself so hard, it tumbled over onto its side before managing to right itself.

"A devastating omen...I wonder if Hana's done cooking yet. Let's go, cabal!" She picked up Omen and placed the Pokemon on her other shoulder. The Pidgey chirped happily as the trainer headed upstairs. She hoped the food was ready. It would be nice to make it through Viridian Forest on the first day. As she went up the stairs, she noticed another trainer come in, bringing along another Pidgey. However, the Growlithe that was trailing behind him didn't look ordinary. It looked like she wanted it. Aside from Ghost Pokemon, Fire Pokemon were her other favorites. They kept torching her dad's stupid Pokemon with ease. It was hilarious. Maybe some day...

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Anya Sidhu - Aqua & Shap's Game of Life (Nov. 15, 2010-April 19, 2011)

Name: Anjali "Anya" Sidhu

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Orientation: Bisexual

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

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

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

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

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

College Program: English

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

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Julia "Jewels" Fleury - The Waxwing: A Sci-Fi Roadtrip (Oct. 17, 2010-Nov. 14, 2010)

Name: Julia "Jewels" Fleury

Age: 24

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

Crew Member/Passenger: Crew Member

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Objects in Space: A Sci-Fi Ensemble (May 12, 2011-June 16, 2011)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Return of Queen Anne's Revenge (Sept. 15, 2013-April 23, 2014)

Name: Julia "Jewels" Crosby

Age: 24

Sex: Female

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Namiko Aritayo - Naruto: Advent of the Demon Lord (Sept. 27, 2010-Nov. 15, 2010

Name: Aritayo Namiko

Gender: Female

Age: 13

Village of Origin: Kiri

Abilities: Ninjutsu, Kenjutsu, Fuinjutsu

Bloodline: Byakugan

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

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

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

Strengths: Chakra Control, Speed, Intelligence

Weaknesses: Strength, Hand Seal Speed

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

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

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

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

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