puddingpunter

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍

_{Ｈｕｍａｎｓ || Ｍａｌｅ}

ᴀʀʟᴏ ᴋᴇʏᴇs

Officer Arlo Keyes

Role: Maximation HYBRID Handler Age: 37 | Gender: Male | Height: 5'5" | Weight: 179 lbs.

ᴄʟᴀʀɪᴏɴ ʟ. ᴄᴀʀᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ

<sub>❝Ａ ｇｅｎｔｌｅｍａｎ ｉｓ ｓｉｍｐｌｙ ａ ｐａｔｉｅｎｔ ｗｏｌｆ.❞

Clarion Lafayette Carmichael || ♂ || 27

ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ ᴄʜʀɪs sᴇᴛᴛʟᴇᴍɪʀᴇ</sub>

ᴅᴏʏʟᴇ ʀ. sɪʟᴠɪᴜs {ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ﹠ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ}

_{» ᴅᴏʏʟᴇ ʀᴏᴜx sɪʟᴠɪᴜs «
» ᴍᴀʟᴇ // ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣sᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ «
» ᴍᴇᴅɪᴜᴍ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ // ᴄᴏɢɴᴀᴄ ᴇʏᴇs «
» ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴛ. sɪx. (₁₆₈ ᴄᴍ.) // ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ғɪғᴛʏ﹣ғɪᴠᴇ ʟʙs. (₇₀ ᴋɪʟᴏɢʀᴀᴍs) «
» ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ «
» ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ // sᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏᴜʀs ᴏᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴀs sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇ «}

ᴊᴇssᴇ ᴀ. sᴍɪᴛʜ

-Name: Jesse Archibald Smith
-Age: 27
-Gender: Male
-Occupation: Bounty Hunter // Free Lancer

-Personality: Jesse’s a very optimistic person, and just loves to laugh; some say his joy is horribly contagious. He enjoys playing cards and gambling, but unlike most men he won’t go anywhere near alcohol or even a pipe to smoke. He’s an honest and dependable person, but also unusually reserved at times. Some say he has the potential of a leader but he prefers to give advice, or better, simply sit back and listen. He tends to be lazy but if he puts in effort, he can be a hard worker. He’s a very hands-on guy and prefers manual work over problem solving. But, he also has great tracking and investigative skills, which is how he makes his living off bounty hunting. And being the mischievous daredevil he is, he isn’t afraid of a little trouble here and there. Despite this knack of his, he dislikes fights and tried to avoid them at all costs.
-History: Jesse was the second-oldest boy born, with a total of 3 sons and 2 daughters in the family. His mother was a nursemaid while his father ran the farm they owned, leaving early in the morning and returning late at night. Jesse was very curious and clever, so he was quick to learn when his father starting bringing him along to help with taking care of things by age 6. Jesse loved the outside and he knew riding like he did the back of his hand. Life was good and everything went fine for years, but then things took a turn one night after his father didn’t come home from a night out with his friends. Jesse and his brothers went out through town searching for him, but to no avail. The next morning their father arrived home; he was drunk and had obviously been in a fight. They tried to figure what happened but he was incomprehensible and after some fussing over by their mother, their father went to bed. The family tried to forget the incident, dismissing it as a simple mistake. But then his father started to change, and it seemed like Jesse was the only one to notice –or at least, point it out and confront him about it. He started becoming aggressive towards everyone and threatened to abuse his wife, only stopping when Jesse or someone else stepped in and often had to get physical. He started going out late at night and slacking back in his work, causing a major setback in production and a loss in profit. The rest of the family seemed to have given up on him and it felt like no matter how hard he tried to connect with him, the father Jesse once knew was gone. As a last resort to bond with his father and help him get back into his old ways, Jesse decided to take him out on a hunting trip. To sum it all up, Jesse returned from the trip; alone, and with freshly made scars strewn over his face. Jesse never told the truth of what happened then; he simply packed up and left. He has been traveling around since.
-Other: He owns two dogs, Butch and Bonnie, along with stallion named Woody.

-Appearance: Jesse is tall and muscular, but of average build. He just reaches 6’1” tall and weighs 215 lbs. He has lightly tanned olive skin, short brown, tussled hair, and dark brown eyes. He has two thick scars that mar the left half of his face; the first once covers from his the top of his forehead and down to his chin, the second runs over his lips.

ᴊᴇssᴇ ᴀ. sᴍɪᴛʜ {sɪᴍᴘʟɪғɪᴇᴅ}

_{ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ ᴊᴏsʜᴜᴀ ʜᴇɴᴅᴇʀsᴏɴ}

_{Jesse Archibald Smith || ♂ || 28
veteran cattle rancher || rookie horse wrangler
6'1" (185 cm) || 193 lbs. (87 kg)}

ᴍᴀᴠᴇʀɪᴄᴋ ɢ. s. ᴊ. ᴏ·ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ғʀᴇᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇϙᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. [ᴀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴀʟ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅᴏx]

● ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Maverick Gunnar Smith Jones O’Connor
● ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: Rick
● ᴀɢᴇ: 29
● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male

ｉ＇ｍ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｂｉｔ ｏｆｆ ｔｈｅ ｃｈａｉｎ．．．

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Arrogant, conniving, snarky, playboy; those are just a fraction of the many words tossed in Maverick’s direction. The worst part? Chances are that most of the negative labels used to describe him are entirely accurate. The facts are that he’s a lone-wolf and most of his income is through stealing. Plus, he’d do almost anything if the price is right and has no shame in admitting it. Now take that information and combine it with his devil-may-care lifestyle and doesn’t-bother-me attitude; it’s no wonder not many people wish to be around him.

ｃａｌｌ ｍｅ ｉｎｓａｎｅ， ｂｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｆａｃｔ ｒｅｍａｉｎｓ

● ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Maverick wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Starting life on his family’s ranch in Louisiana, Maverick had to work starting from a young age. Around then he’d learnt the hard way that if you hadn’t a penny to your name, nobody cared. Maverick’s older brothers taught him the art of theft and from then on, he started learning new skills on his own. He left home when he was only 18 and has since built up his renowned reputation, earning himself a hefty bounty over his head. Rumors have it that before he left, Maverick even went as far as to turn his own father to the sheriffs for the monetary reward.

．．． ｔｈａｔ ｉ＇ｍ ａ ｐｓｙｃｈｏ

● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: He owns a stallion named Bull’s Eye & a mutt named Dodger. Quote comes from D12’s American Psycho II.

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: 5’10.5” tall with a fit built, Maverick isn’t exactly what you’d call intimidating at first glance. However, his firm facial features and harsh temper compensates for that. He has brown shaggy hair and turquoise eyes.

● ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

··ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ɪᴛ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴇϙᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ʟᴀᴡ ᴇɴғᴏʀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪᴛ ɪɴsɪsᴛs ᴏɴ.·· [ʀᴏʙᴇʀᴛ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ]

ᴍɪsʜᴋᴀ ᴢʜᴏʟɴᴇʀᴏᴠɪᴄʜ {ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ}

● ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Mishka Zholnerovich [Мишка Жолнерович]
● ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹙s﹚: Hannibal
● ᴀɢᴇ: 23
● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
● ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6 ft. 1 in.
● ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 200 lbs

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Despite his European heritage, Mishka displays the uncommon genes of black hair, brown eyes, and fairly tanned skin. His only other notable features are the sprinkle of freckles running over his nose. While he usually dons casual attire, it's not uncommon for him to be seen wearing what some stereo-typically refer to as punk or gothic clothes.

● ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Rising from the rock-bottom nadir known as poverty, Mishka understands the importance of gratitude and is very resourceful with whatever he has. He’s not one for thanklessness and makes sure to enjoy the little things in life, but sometimes that leads him to start collecting trinkets or trivial and useless things like soda can tabs, empty lighters, even dead cellphones –though occasionally he may stumble upon a curio or two. Despite his knack for hoarding Mishka is a very organized person, a so-called clean freak, but not at all germaphobic nor obsessive compulsive. He simply can’t stand messes.

On the other hand, there's the Mishka that most people in his neighborhood have come to familiarize themselves with; this is also the "side" that earned him his nickname, Hannibal. Something's gone missing? Blame Mishka. Someone walking around with a fresh black eye? Blame Mishka. Oh look, there's some new graffiti on the back wall of that grocery store. Who else would it be? Mishka's practically notorious for causing trouble and even has a rather violent history of records so jail isn't new to him. Funny part is that most of the things Mishka is accused of doing aren't even his fault, he just has a tendency to take the fall for others.

ᴍɪsʜᴋᴀ ᴢʜᴏʟɴᴇʀᴏᴠɪᴄʜ {sɪᴍᴘʟɪғɪᴇᴅ}

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ɴᴏɪʀ ᴅɪɴᴅʀᴀᴜɢ

ℕ𝔞𝔪𝔢:

_{Noir Dindraug {surname translates into silent wolf}}

𝔸𝔤𝔢:

₂₇

𝔾𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯:

_Male

𝕆𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

_Apothecary

𝕂𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪:

_Barradale

ℙ𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝑦:

_{Behold a man true to his word, furthermore, a man of few words. Noir typically speaks only when necessary or if he finds the conversation amusing enough, also bearing this uncanny ability to pick up on even the slightest of inklings while minding others’ badinage. Despite his terse attitude and rationed used of verbal language Noir is a reputable man and well known among the locals for his honesty. He probably isn’t the most pleasant person to speak with but he has a long list of connections and doesn’t forget easily, capable of memorizing even the most picayune details of information long after he learns about it. Ask the right questions and he just may be able to help you. Noir is an epistemophilic autodidact and a bibliophilic bookworm, who gets frustrated when he’s not kept stimulated. He’s a productive person, the type who’d prefer to practice or learn something new in his free time rather than revel in the joys of materialistic pleasures. That’s also why he is still single and has never once allowed himself to get intoxicated -though he will wine with others as a respect during meetings. Another notable characteristic feature about Noir is his dignity. He is a stoic, he speaks firmly but listens patiently, he rarely uses vulgar language, and although he has no royal blood in his ancestry he behaves just like a noble. Regardless to the reality where he no longer dons the title of a knight, he takes great offense to anyone who desecrates the honor. Noir is very knowledgeable in many fields including the art of swordsmanship, but his undeniable specialties are daggers and poisons.}

ℍ𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝑦:

_{Noir’s history remains as much a mystery as the man himself. Born and raised in a small village within Barradale's borders, he has been living on his own for as long as anyone can remember. His past and family are a sensitive topic for him, a taboo which he absolutely refuses to speak of and clearly points out that he wishes to avoid when broached. What has been confirmed, however, is that Noir left his home as a young teenager to become a knight. After dutifully serving his kingdom for several years, he resigned to become an apothecary and has taught himself everything he currently knows.}

𝕆𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯:

_{Although pragmatic and philosophic, Noir unfortunately suffers from Lyssophobia and Thantophobia. Ironic, isn’t it? A genius who believes in no god and hasn’t a single object of grand value, yet he loathes the day when the reaper shall arrive and take all he has left.}

𝔻𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

_{With his olive skin, 6’1” height, fit figure, and clean-cut appearance, Noir is often mistaken for a priest. He has obsessive-compulsive tendencies and impeccable hygiene; those traits combined with his fashionable style and charming looks make it almost impossible to ever catch him looking anything but formal. Noir has ink black hair and faded turquois eyes, but no other prominent features such as scars or birthmarks.}

ℙ𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰:

_{Original Source // Artist: link 1, link 2 // Noir's Appearance: 1, 2 // Armor & Destrier}

ʀᴀʏᴍᴏɴᴅ ғ. ᴍᴀʀᴋsᴍᴀɴ {ᴘᴀsᴛ}

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ʀᴀʏᴍᴏɴᴅ ғ. ᴍᴀʀᴋsᴍᴀɴ {ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ}

Identity

● ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Raymond Felix Marksman
● ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: Ray
● ᴀɢᴇ: 77
● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male

● ʀᴀɴᴋ: Commander
● ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ: Yes
● ᴄᴀʟʟ sɪɢɴ: Jinx

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··ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴʟɪᴇsᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇsᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴅᴅᴇsᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇsᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪsᴇsᴛ. ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ.·· [ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs]

Personality

As can be expected from anyone who has experienced as much as Raymond has, he is very shut-off with his feelings. Ray is a stoical (both emotionally and physically) and reserved person, a recluse, and becomes uncomfortable with any heartfelt conversations. He often tries to change the subject when that happens but if he knows the person talking to him just needs it, he’ll just tough it out and listen. Ironically, Ray is also rather talkative and isn’t shy at all (though he doesn’t mind those ‘comfortable silences’ either). He’s very sociable most of the time and easy to get along with. This frequently makes him a target for any new trainees seeking out a superior whom they want to feel comfortable with, rather than constantly on edge for fear of screwing something up. However, Ray always makes sure to set his boundaries and keep his social life separate from his business life. He dislikes taking advantage of his rank but will do so without hesitation if he finds people starting to cross that line, and he’ll always make sure to put inferior-ranking soldiers in their place. It’s often mentioned to him that Ray seems indifferent, but that’s a misconception coming from his serene and blasé attitude. One aspect of his that tends to surprise most people is how ascetic he is, but not for religious purposes. It’s similar to a strict self-discipline lifestyle, but a harsher version of that. Raymond is also one of those people whom anyone can trust, but he himself trusts no one. He’s also protective, fiercely loyal, and he has this uncanny ability to switch to his ‘polar opposite’ whenever his job requires it. Anyone who’s ever had the rare opportunity to witness him interrogating prisoners of war can vouch for that.

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··ᴡᴀʀ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ ﹣ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ʟᴇғᴛ.·· [ʙᴇʀᴛʀᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜssᴇʟʟ]

History

Born in the UKD’s capital city Rokma, Raymond started life with his twin sister Darnell at a small orphanage. They never knew their parents or the reasons behind their abandonment, but that was considered irrelevant to them. Other than the obvious, Raymond and Darnell grew up like normal children; they attended school, they made friends, and despite the constant switching from one house to the next, they felt comfortable enough to consider it ‘home’. But time flew by and the years passed; the twins kept hopping from one foster to the next, and it seemed neither would ever be adopted at this pace. Raymond, having already accepted the harsh fact of his likely fate, couldn’t care less. His sister, however, never gave up hope. As the saying goes, “be careful of what you wish for.” Darnell learnt that lesson the hard way when her new adoptive family decided to take her in, but leave Raymond behind. It took a lot of convincing and promises but after a long talk, Ray finally persuaded Darnell to go with them on the agreement that he would visit her often. True to his word, Ray snuck out every night to see her. He eventually got in trouble and for this and finally when he reached 18, he was kicked out of the foster care system. He ended up joining a street gang and quickly adapted to his new lifestyle, but made sure never to let Darnell find out about this. Though he never directly participated in any needless crimes, Ray was labeled a criminal and became a wanted man. Darnell remained oblivious but her family soon found out. Life went on and Darnell soon found someone to spend the rest of her life with, Jackson. Ray was a bit overprotective at first but after hearing Darnell’s pleas, spending some time with Jackson, and doing a little research on him, Ray gradually came to accept Jackson and gave them the space they needed. Needless to say, Ray still kept his eye on them. Darnell had just turned 22 when Jackson finally proposed to her. Ray was happy for his sister and though her parent’s didn’t entirely approve, he helped her plan everything for it. After months of waiting, the wedding night finally came. And it was that night when Raymond’s life changed forever… By the end of the night, Ray had lost his beloved sister and had been thrown into jail under false accusations of murder and grand theft. He tried to prove his innocence but no one believed him as there was too much evidence pointing to him. Ray was taken for trial and sentenced to death row, but thankfully through his connections he managed to get help and break out before that could happen. He fled and eventually landed himself in the army. By age 24 he was serving loyally under the UKD rule. He worked hard and pushed himself beyond what most could even hope of achieving. Keeping himself busy was the only way he could distract himself from the reality that cursed him. Ray quickly worked his way up the ranks and was soon acknowledged by many. However, his superiors started to feel threatened by him and after uncovering his true past, they decided to dispose of him. Long story short, he was used and betrayed; Ray escaped after 15 years of service to the UKD. To the citizens of the UKD, he is believed to have died a hero and to the UKD superiors who know of the truth, he is a threat to be terminated. When he left, Ray switched over to the RAS and eventually joined the Rebirth program. It was a difficult process but he was finally accepted by the RAS and is now serving with blind faith, his past to remain a secret in exchange for information on the UKD forces.

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Miscellaneous

● sᴋɪʟʟs: Because of his many years of experience, Ray knows at least the basics of almost everything. He reaches around average level in close-combat, flying, and gun usage but his best asset is his mind. He has a high stamina and likes to keep extremely busy, often training himself both mentally and physically; he is typically found at the gym or solving some sort of puzzle during his free time. He’s a deep thinker and has taught himself to be able to focus on almost any problem given to him and can stay calm in even the most chaotic of situations.
● ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs: Raymond, though he has the ability to keep himself together doing hectic times, he apparently cannot function properly under pressure. The reason behind this is unknown but that kind of stress, though definitely less demanding than plenty of other things in his life, makes him anxious.

● ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ: Taken.
● ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Raymond hasn’t shared this information but he’s in a relationship with a woman named Anita. He met her a few years back on the planet Naidor, where she currently resides. Also, he has had his Rebirth clones tattooed too so he’ll still have them whenever he is reincarnated.

● ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Raymond has short ebony-colored hair and a rare set of lavender-stained eyes which can appear violet in dark lighting. He has olive skin, reaches 6’3” in height, and weighs 215 lbs. Being as large and muscular as he is, Ray is often thought of as intimidating but he’s more like a gentle giant. Also, he has 4 unique tattoos. The first one [wolf & rose] is on the left half of his chest above where the heart allegedly is; the second one [dragon & skull] is on his left shoulder; the third one [tiger] goes along his left bicep and tricep; the fourth one [wolf with antlers] is inked onto his left, lower arm. He got most of these back home when he was still part of a gang, each with its own distinct meaning and each holding another memory for him.

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍

_{Ａｎｉｍａｌｓ || Ｆｅｍａｌｅ}

ᴀᴜɢᴇɴ ᴀᴜғ

• b a s i c s •
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Augen Auf
ᴀɢᴇ: 1 ½
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ: Smooth Coated Scotch Collie
ʀᴀɴᴋ: ---

• p e r s o n a l i t y •
ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Though she’s still technically a pup, Gen is unexpectedly sophisticated for her age and carries herself with this sort of refined mien. She’s so quiet that she’s almost mute, she’s unnervingly patient with an equally extreme level of tolerance, and she has an odd habit of cleaning herself just like a cat does. She’s also gentle with whatever she’s doing and dons a delicate ambience for herself, often bringing people to the playful conclusion that she must have been brought up by deer. Raised to follow the rules and trained to how to properly behave, Gen is poised and performs even the simplest of tasks with careful thought. “Beggars can’t choosers” doesn’t apply to her and dignity is of upmost importance, surpassing her own well-being as proven by the countless nights she starved herself after refusing to eat trash off the floor. The concept of propriety has been ingrained into her since puppyhood and after learning on what it means to be respected, she took it upon herself to treat even the lowest of curs with regard. Integrity is a highly valued virtue, but it falls right under humility for her. Though Gen would undoubtedly help with whatever she could, the female never brags. Also, being as young as she is, Gen is naïve but truly believes she has her priorities set straight. Augen Auf doesn’t have much to offer but once you can gain her trust, you have her undying loyalty.
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: high tolerance // humility // patience
ғʟᴀᴡs: easily alarmed // obsequious

• a p p e a r a n c e •
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: As can be expected from her bloodline, Gen is lissome and svelte. She’s white with large tan blotches along her body and faintly black-tipped ears. If her ears were folded, she’d look just like the short-haired version of Lassie. Being as hygienic and cautious as she is, Gen is always clean and hasn’t the slightest scar on her. She has mismatched eyes, the right brown and the left blue. Though his may seem beautiful to some, she is actually blind in her left eye along with being deaf in her left ear.
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Tan and white with black-tipped ears.
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Heterochromia; her right eye is brown and her left is pale silver.
ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs:
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Blind and deaf on her left side due nerve damage after she was struck in the head, which is also led to her mismatched eye colors.

• r e l a t i o n s h i p s •
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: none
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: none
ᴋɪɴ: none

• e x t r a •
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: After all, she expects nothing less than to be treated as a queen. She’s too naïve to understand that her little disability [“blemish”] has left her unwanted.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ---
ᴘɪᴄs:
or

ғᴀçᴀᴅᴇ ᴅ. ᴍ. ɴᴏɪʀs

• ‣ ɴᴀᴍᴇ - Façade de Masques Noirs
• ‣ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - Female
• ‣ ᴀɢᴇ - 3
• ‣ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ - ½ Wolf, ⅜ Blue Bay Shepherd, ⅛ King Shepherd
• ‣ ʀᴀɴᴋ - Regular

• ‣ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

As elegant as a feline and yet simultaneously as messy as a bear; Noir is practically jumbled blend between her parents’ genes, and unfortunately, this also gives her mixed feelings regarding how she wishes to live her life around humans. Play with children or chase wild animals? Stay in the barn or sleep under the stars? Keep her collar on or scratch it off? These everyday questions are things most dogs don’t have a problem with but to Noir, they’re struggles that she has to deal with on a daily basis and it seems she is never truly ever satisfied no matter what she chooses. But the most important question she has yet to find an answer for is: hunt the wolves or leave them be?
--
Noir is a rebellious sort of daredevil. Always looking for a new way to test herself, she loves a good challenge and won’t often run from dares. She’s also the type that tends to create trouble -funny part is that it’s not something she does intentionally to bother anyone, her luck’s just terrible. Stepping out of line is not an uncommon thing for her and it seems Noir is trying to see how far she can get away with bending the rules before getting caught. Also, being the mischief-maker she is, Noir is often the first to be blamed whenever there’s a problem; she often plays along just for laughs.
--
Friendly and outgoing, Noir gets along with most canines. She loves company and being someone who finds friends to be her most prized possession, she is rarely ever alone. Noir can be very charming and brazenly flirtatious at times but she it’s never something serious, being as she’d never have the patience to stay anchored to anyone for too long. Ironically, she is incredibly shy upon first meetings and often gives many a very awkward first impression of herself.

• ‣ ᴄʀᴜsʜ - N/A
• ‣ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - ffc0cb cbffc0 c0cbff ᴱᴵᴳᴱᴺᴳᴿᴬᵁ

ᴛᴏʙɪ

• b a s i c s •
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Tobi
ᴀɢᴇ: 4
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ: European Doberman Pinscher // Anatolian Shepherd
ʀᴀɴᴋ: ---

• p e r s o n a l i t y •
ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Tobi is a very feisty and aggressive dog. She doesn’t like to share any information about herself and avoids creating bonds with others –however, she’s blunt and does little to hide her feelings when she starts talking. She feels that lying to the world would be just as bad as lying to herself. Tobi doesn’t mind dogs too much, though she’d rather be alone, and she has a strong distaste towards humans. Unlike many dogs who’d be sure to chase off an offending human, Tobi would much rather tuck her tail and flee. She is very much aware of what the species is capable of and would much rather avoid dealing with them.
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: deep thinker
ғʟᴀᴡs: impatient // distrustful

• a p p e a r a n c e •
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: With the heavy build of the Anatolian and the sleek figure of the Doberman, Tobi’s just the right 50/50 combination of speed and strength. She’s tall and has a robust figure with tough muscles to add, making her excellent at survival. Tobi’s a color combination of black and rust fur, her chocolate eyes only making her look more like her father than her mother. Though she carries no chains or tags, there is evidence of her life back in the fighting ring.
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Black and rust.
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Brown.
ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: none
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Her ears have been cropped. Also, she has some scars along her muzzle, neck, and shoulders; the most noticeable of these stigmas stretches from the outer end of her right eye, down to the edge of her jawline.

• r e l a t i o n s h i p s •
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: none
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: none
ᴋɪɴ: She had a litter but their current whereabouts are unknown.

• e x t r a •
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Tobi was born in puppy mill and started her early days at a pet shop. Whether by luck or by fate, Tobi was bought and taken home to a little boy named Luca. Tobi was a gift for Luca’s 13th birthday and named after one of his favorite TV show characters. It seemed to be love at first sight and the two were inseparable. Tobi followed Luca everywhere; they were like the modern day Lassie and Timmy. Luca decided to take it upon himself to train Tobi and even taught her a few tricks. One day, Luca had to go run some errands and as always, Tobi went along with him. Luca ended up at the market and had Tobi wait up front for him. As she’d been taught, Tobi waited obediently for Luca’s return. Meanwhile, a few older men approached her. Tobi allowed them to pet her and was being friendly as usual, until one of them placed a leash on her. She started to struggle and even barked and bit at him. Before she knew what was happening, she’d been restrained and taken. Tobi was traded to an illegal dog fighting ring, and brutally trained to fight. That was where she learned the harsh reality of human cruelty, and the rules of survival; kill or be killed. She tried countless times to escape but despite the times she fought back, it seemed they always had another trick up their sleeves for her. Unfortunately, her aggression is exactly what they wanted. After some successful rounds, they decided to keep her as a breeder. She had a litter later on, though her puppies were taken away from her. It wasn’t until a year later that she finally got her chance to freedom again. The police had found out their location and in an attempt to save their prized possession, one of her handlers took her before fleeing the scene. He ended up staying at a friend’s house and tied Tobi outside. She managed to escape in the middle of the night and made sure to never look back. Eager finally be with Luca after their 2-year separation, she immediately set out to find him; she got exactly what she asked for just a month later. Though overjoyed to be reunited with Tobi, Luca had gotten another dog during her disappearance. Tobi, amazingly, wasn’t jealous –she simply didn’t care about it. But unfortunately, like a soldier from war, the fighting had changed Tobi was she was unable to readjust to the lifestyle of being a normal dog again. One day she simply snapped and attacked Luca’s other dog and when the boy tried to stop her, she bit him. She was so horrified by what she’d done that she ran away. It wasn’t long until she stumbled into this pack and somehow managed to fit in.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ---
ᴘɪᴄs:
or

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍

_{Ａｎｉｍａｌｓ || Ｍａｌｅ}

ғᴇʀᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

• b a s i c s •
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Feral Heart
ᴀɢᴇ: 6
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ: Alaskan Noble Companion // Canis Panther // Groenendael
ʀᴀɴᴋ: ---

• p e r s o n a l i t y •
ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Feral lives with a very straightforward mindset; leave him alone and he’ll leave you alone. He’s created his own little set of rules to abide by and is very strict with himself on that; ask him why and he’ll give you the simple answer of “it creates order”. Feral’s reserved and doesn’t like to stick his nose in anybody else’s matters, nor does he appreciate anyone doing that to him. Quiet and somewhat shy, it’s often easy to forget he’s even in the same room until he speaks up. Listening has always been his strong point and Feral is fairly knowledgeable because of his observatory skills, but he doesn’t share what isn’t asked for. He’s a stoic and tries hard to keep up this wall he’s built around himself, even putting on a façade for added effect. Truthfully, he’s just hurting on the inside and misses his master. Feral can be patient and often tolerates more than most would, but bare your teeth and he’s sure to bite back. Also, contrary to what many judge him for, he can be sensitive and has a soft spot –he just doesn’t show it.
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: patient // observing
ғʟᴀᴡs: anger management

• a p p e a r a n c e •
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: In the prime of his life, Feral was a unique dog. He was large but agile, powerful but gentle, and disturbingly frightening but surprisingly poised. His ANC half granted him his long fur and pointed ears while his CP half granted him his heavy build and large teeth. He could have passed for a wolf if the white markings on his chest and chin hadn’t given his true identity away. Now he’s nothing more than a shell of his former self, a ghost, a sickly skeleton. His once glossing black fur hangs limply, his previously charming figure is riddled with marring scars, bones protrude where his muscles once bulged, and his formerly bright-golden eyes stare back dully. Feral even lost his proud stance, now replaced with his slumping hunch. But make no mistake, though Feral isn’t exactly in top shape, he’ll be sure to die with dignity. He’d rather fight for his pride and be killed than cower and allow one to shame him.
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Inky Black.
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Gold.
ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: White spots on his chin and chest.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Lots of scarring along his body, nothing overly major though.

• r e l a t i o n s h i p s •
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: none
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: none
ᴋɪɴ: none

• e x t r a •
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Feral was born in a very sketchy part of the city, to a breeder who made a living by selling potentially “mean” dogs. Though as a pup Feral couldn’t kill a fly, even if it provoked him, Feral’s rough appearance got him a one-way ticket from home and straight into the core of the ghetto slums. He was bought by a man named Marco, who worked as a bounty hunter. With his job being as dangerous as it was, Marco trained Feral to be a guard/attack dog. Despite the popular belief, Feral was not an aggressive dog and suffered, but he gradually adjusted to his new lifestyle in order to please his master. This went on for a few years until he was 4; afterwards, an accident left Marco unable to work anymore and when he lost his job he ended up an alcoholic. With rising debts and no way to pay them off, Marco started borrowing from loan sharks and turned to gambling. One night at the bar, Marco placed Feral as collateral while he was drunk and lost the bet. After being traded, sold, and even stolen over the following few weeks, Feral landed in the dog fighting business. Whether by miracle or sheer luck, the mutt managed to escape and now lives on the streets.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ---
ᴘɪᴄs:

ғʀɪᴛᴢ

• b a s i c s •
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Fritz
ᴀɢᴇ: 5
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ: American Akita // American Alsatian // Carpathian Sheepdog [Romanian Shepherd Dog] // Central Asian Ovcharka [Russian Bear Dog] // Shiloh Shepherd
ʀᴀɴᴋ: Rogue

• p e r s o n a l i t y •
ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Fritz is a gentle giant; he loves both people and fellow animals but he’ll also be naturally cautious when the need arises. He’s compassionate and very patient, especially with youngsters (both puppies and children). Though he is fully grown, he loves to take it easy and lay back or play around. Fritz prefers listening over speaking just as much as he prefers following over leading, but he dislikes silence and enjoys socializing. Fritz main issue is his rage. It takes a lot to push him over the breaking point, and when that happens he becomes a very different dog. This usually occurs when he’s defending himself or protecting a friend. He becomes aggressive, violent, almost morbid, and enters that “red zone”. He becomes nothing short of a savage during these episodes, plus it takes him a while to calm down afterwards. Ironically, he very much loathes fighting and tries whatever he can to avoid it. Despite this hatred, he wouldn’t hesitate to put himself in harm’s way to protect others.
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: accommodating // loyal
ғʟᴀᴡs: rage

• a p p e a r a n c e •
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Fritz, like his ancestors before him, is a big and heavy dog. He’s tall and muscular with a thick, long coat, which gives him a shaggy and unkempt appearance. He’s strong and has fair stamina, but he’s not very fast. With all the breeds mixed into him, it’s no wonder why he has such a mess of colors and shades. Though he is primarily charcoal grey and black, there are also blends of white and silver, even some browns tinting him. He is fairly dark, but his soft honey-brown eyes can compensate for that.
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Primarily grey and black with brown, silver, and white mixed in.
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Honey brown.
ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: He has multiple scars riddled over his body from past dog attacks, though they’re mainly hidden under his fur for the most part.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: He wears a navy blue, leather collar given to him by a kid that used to take care of him. On it is a silver tag with his name engraved into it.

• r e l a t i o n s h i p s •
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: none
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: none
ᴋɪɴ: none

• e x t r a •
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Born and raised in the streets, Fritz never really had a place to call home. The mutt lived with his littermates for a while until they all gradually left or died off. Fritz took this as a sign and decided to move on, leaving his birthplace. It was rough and dangerous, but through his hardship Fritz learned how to survive. Despite the fact where most would turn away strays, Fritz was desperate for companionship and often stuck close to people whenever he could, earning himself a fairly positive reputation. He finally found a quiet neighborhood and for once, Fritz had someplace decent to stay. He’d play with the children –at this point most would tolerate him –at this point he became more of a community pet than a stray- he’d join people walking their dogs, and he helped reduce the coyote problem. In exchange, Fritz was fed, some would occasionally take him in for a bath, and he was permitted to sleep where he pleased without worry of being chased out. A few kids even got together and bought him a collar and ID tag after naming him Fritz (before that, he had no name). When Fritz really settled down, he started to explore the town a bit and discovered the city’s pack. Ruled by a strong alpha pair, this group of hardy mongrels were notorious for their uncanny ability to evade capture. Each and every single one of them had a story behind their reputation. Though they weren’t exactly very friendly with strangers, especially trespassers, Fritz was desperate for the companionship of other canines like himself. He was rejected multiple times for being a “lap dog” and even almost killed once; they disliked people and therefor were disgusted with Fritz. Somehow or the other, Fritz managed to prove himself and was accepted into the pack. For reasons he won’t say, he was shortly exiled with a newfound reputation and had been on the run since. Some say he killed a packmate and some say he mauled a child, others believe he is guilty of both.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ---
ᴘɪᴄs:

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍

_{Ａｎｇｅｌｓ ＆ Ｄｅｍｏｎｓ || Ｆｅｍａｌｅ}

ᴊᴇ·ɴᴀɪ ɪ. ᴏʙsᴄᴜʀᴏᴋʜᴛ

✟ ｎａｍｅ： Je'Nai _{(pronounced ĵe-nà-ee; variant take on the name Jane)} Icarus Obscurokht
✟ ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅｓ： Jenna or Icar
✟ ａｇｅ： 31
✟ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ： Female
✟ ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ： Hybrid
✟ ｏｃｃｕｐａｔｉｏｎ： Makeup Artist
✟ ｐｏｗｅｒｓ： Her wings can turn into ravens, each capable of individuality.

✟ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ：

If Je'Nai were to be assigned a color for her personality it would most definitely be red. More specifically a ruby or blood shade. This Hybrid, though leaning closer towards the humble side of the spectrum, takes definite pride in her skills but will also always readily accept constructive criticism. Je'Nai considers her ability to accentuate the body's natural aesthetic a taught talent, something anybody could do if they really strive for it. She is very passionate about her work and is constantly looking for new things to learn. Ironically, despite her feisty and unapologetic attitude, there's still that almost natural sense of submission lingering within her. It's a rare sight indeed but frighten her enough and it'll surely show itself.

✟ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ：

{skipped until further notice}

✟ ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ：

5'1" tall, titanium quarts-esque eyes (black with an iridescent tint in the right lighting), vantablack hair that hovers just above her shoulders, porcelain skin. Her wings are large, translucent, and dual in color (white outside, black inside). They're comprised largely of down-type feathers instead of flight-type ones so while they're very soft, they're useless for transportation. They also shed a lot more than normal so Ja'Nai is very strict on keeping them kempt.

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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍

_{Ａｎｇｅｌｓ ＆ Ｄｅｍｏｎｓ || Ｍａｌｅ}

ᴅᴇɪᴍᴏs ᴍ. ᴠᴇsᴘᴇʀᴜs

"ᴮᵘᵗ ʷʰᵒ ᵖʳᵃʸˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵃᵗᵃᶰˀ ᵂʰᵒ˒ ᶤᶰ ᵉᶤᵍʰᵗᵉᵉᶰ ᶜᵉᶰᵗᵘʳᶤᵉˢ˒ ʰᵃˢ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵒᶰ ʰᵘᵐᵃᶰᶤᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵃʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ ˢᶤᶰᶰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶰᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ᶤᵗ ᵐᵒˢᵗˀ" [ᴹᵃʳᵏ ᵀʷᵃᶤᶰ]

✟ ｎａｍｅ： Deimos Masque Vesperus
✟ ａｇｅ： 93
✟ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ： Male
✟ ｒａｃｅ： Demon

✟ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ：

“Auribus Teneo Lupum”, or better known by its literal translation, “I hold the wolf by the ears”. Sword of Damocles, doubtful advantage, double-edged blade, a dead man’s switch, or whatever you’d like to call the situation; being a demon who wishes for peace is like being the lion who plays with the lamb. Unheard of, unseen, and just plain wrong. Deimos is stuck between instincts and intellect -all while emotions play a vital part- a factor which may one day become his hamartia.

› ᴅᴇɪᴍᴏs ∷ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ ‹
Hostile and assertive with the unfortunate addition of aggressive behavior, it’s quite difficult for anyone to imagine Deimos being a ‘good guy’. Deimos’ overall goal may not be the same as his fellow demons, however, he sees no reason to change his current demeanor. As long as he’s against the demons, his approach to it shouldn’t matter, right? Besides, no matter what he says or does, Deimos will always be a demon. And he will always be looked at differently for it.

› ᴍᴀsϙᴜᴇ ∷ ғᴀçᴀᴅᴇ ‹
Like a siren, Deimos is charming with a chillingly uncanny ability to lure any unwary company. Ever since joining the peace seekers, Deimos has attempted to suppress the urge. Occasionally, however, there are times when he simply cannot resist the temptation and finds himself slowly reverting to his former ways. Deimos eventually realized that the only way to stop the urges was to block out his feelings. Now he hides himself away and never dares to open up to others, leaving yet another mystery for everyone else to figure out.

› ᴠᴇsᴘᴇʀᴜs ∷ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ ‹
Deimos may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing but he works alongside the shepherd’s dogs. He is the silent watch who works from the shadows, where he has lived during his entire existence. Deimos has always had a thing for the darkness -literally and figuratively- and even had powers which involve shadows. Also, though Deimos works alongside the dogs, he never joins in the hunt after wolves. Nota bene, water may be sweet but blood is thicker…

✟ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ： {skipped}

✟ ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ：

ᴍᴀ·ᴀɪ ᴛ. ʟ. ɴᴀʀᴋɪssᴏs

✟ ｎａｍｅ： Ma'ai Thos _{(together they're pronounced mæ-ðō-z; variant take on the name Midas)} Lucius Narkissos
✟ ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅｓ： Ma'ai or Luke
✟ ａｇｅ： 28
✟ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ： Male
✟ ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ： Angel
✟ ｏｃｃｕｐａｔｉｏｎ： Military Scout & Tracker
✟ ｐｏｗｅｒｓ： Sleep Hypnosis & The Ability To See One's Greatest Desire

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✟ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ：

Have you ever tried to associate personalities with a color? Ma'ai would be a pastel shade, but not a particularly bland color; perhaps rose gold. He's pretty mellow albeit with a definite underlying layer of 'spice' which finally bubbles to the surface once he gets comfortable. Ma'ai tries his best to avoid standing out so he's a bit of a stickler for the rules and rarely does more than necessary, but the man will surely make it his business if he finds himself witnessing a situation that requires intervention. Aforementioned angel isn't lazy, per se, but he is a prime example of not-my-job-not-my-problem mentality. That being said it's almost ironic that his three most popular traits are punctuality, organization, and dependability.

✟ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ：

Ma'ai was born into a family with a long history of serving for the military. So naturally, it was expected that he followed the predestined role. The angel had no qualms about this and actually looked forward to the honor; he has been on active duty since he was 19.

✟ ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ：

5'11" tall, molten-gold eyes, grey-purple hair, pale skin, back tattoos. Wings are white and medium in size with plumage structure similar to parrots (a balanced combination of appearance and utility; smooth but rigid enough to be ideal for flight).

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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍

_{Ｗ．Ｉ．Ｐ．ｓ}

𝔅ᴀʙʏʟᴏɴɪᴀɴ 𝔏ᴜʟʟᴀʙʏ

「ᵇᵃᵇʸˡᵒᶰᶤᵃᶰ ˡᵘˡˡᵃᵇʸ」 「ᶜʸᵖʰᵉʳ」 「ᵐᵃˡᵉ」 「ᵗʷᵒ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵒˡᵈ」 「ˡᵒᶰᵉʳ」


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ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ ᴋ. ᴀᴜʀɪᴇʟ

_{＂Ｈａｖｅ ｙｏｕ ｅｖｅｒ ｈｅａｒｄ ｔｈｅ ｆａｂｌｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｓｃｏｒｐｉｏｎ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｆｒｏｇ？}

_{Ｉ＇ｍ ｎｏｔ ｄａｍａｇｅｄ， ｄｅｒａｎｇｅｄ， ｏｒ ｄａｍｎｅｄ ａｓ ａ ｍａｔｔｅｒ ｏｆ ｆａｃｔ．}

_{Ｂｕｔ Ｉ ａｍ ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ．＂}

›Ａｌｉａｓ‹

_{ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ᴍᴀʏʜᴇᴍ}

›Ｎａｍｅ‹

_{ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴀᴜʀɪᴇʟ}

›Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ‹

_ᴍᴀʟᴇ

›Ａｇｅ‹

₃₉

›Ｃｒｉｍｉｎａｌ Ｒｅｃｏｒｄｓ‹

_{ᴀʙᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ || ᴀʀsᴏɴ || ʙᴀᴛᴛᴇʀʏ || ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴍᴀɪʟ || ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀʙᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀғғɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ || ᴇxᴛᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ || ғᴀʟsɪғʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴍᴘᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ || ɢʀᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇғᴛ || ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀɢᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇғᴛ || ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ || ᴏʙsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ || ᴘᴇʀᴊᴜʀʏ || ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ɴᴀʀᴄᴏᴛɪᴄs || ᴘʀᴏᴄᴜʀɪɴɢ || sᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ || ᴛᴀx ᴇᴠᴀsɪᴏɴ || ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴄᴛs ᴏғ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀɪsᴍ || ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ || ᴛʀᴇssᴘᴀssɪɴɢ || ᴠɪᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀ ʀᴇsᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ}

›Ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ‹

_{ᴛᴇxᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ʜᴇʀᴇ}

›Ｏｔｈｅｒ‹

_{ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀʟɪɴᴇ ʜʏᴘᴇʀsᴇxᴜᴀʟ || ɢʏɴᴇsᴇxᴜᴀʟ || ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ﹕ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ɪᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ}

›Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ‹

_{ᴇsᴛᴘ || ᴍᴀsᴏᴄʜɪsᴛɪᴄ ﹠ sᴀᴅɪsᴛɪᴄ}

›Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ‹

_{ᴛᴇxᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ʜᴇʀᴇ}

ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ ᴋ. ᴀᴜʀɪᴇʟ {ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ}

_{＂Ｈａｖｅ ｙｏｕ ｅｖｅｒ ｈｅａｒｄ ｔｈｅ ｆａｂｌｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｓｃｏｒｐｉｏｎ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｆｒｏｇ？}

_{Ｉ＇ｍ ｎｏｔ ｄａｍａｇｅｄ， ｄｅｒａｎｇｅｄ， ｏｒ ｄａｍｎｅｄ ａｓ ａ ｍａｔｔｅｒ ｏｆ ｆａｃｔ．}

_{Ｂｕｔ Ｉ ａｍ ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ．＂}

┊Ｎａｍｅ┊

_{ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴀᴜʀɪᴇʟ}

┊Ａｇｅ┊

₃₉

┊Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ┊

_ᴍᴀʟᴇ

┊Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ┊

_{ᴇsᴛᴘ || ᴍᴀsᴏᴄʜɪsᴛɪᴄ ﹠ sᴀᴅɪsᴛɪᴄ || sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ
Lady Macbeth had once said, "Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it." The art of charm is a delicate one at that but something Dante has managed to master years ago. However, he's not one to shy from taking more 'aggressive' measures and certainly has no problem with getting his hands tarnished.}

┊Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ┊

_{...ғɪʟʟᴇʀ...}

┊Ｂｒａｎｄｓ┊

♰ _{ʙʟᴀsᴘʜᴇᴍɪᴀ ∷ ʙʟᴀsᴘʜᴇᴍʏ}
⌚ _{ᴅᴏʟᴜs ∷ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛ}
₷ _{ғᴜʀᴛᴜᴍ ∷ ᴛʜᴇғᴛ}
⚜ _{ʟɪᴄᴇɴᴛɪᴀ ∷ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜʏ}
☠ _{ɴᴇx ∷ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ}
☿ _{sᴛᴜᴘʀᴜᴍ ∷ ʀᴀᴘᴇ}

┊Ｂａｃｋｓｔｏｒｙ┊

_{...ғɪʟʟᴇʀ...}

┊Ｅｑｕｉｐｍｅｎｔ┊

_{...ғɪʟʟᴇʀ...}

┊Ｇｏａｌ┊

_{ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ﹐ ᴛʜᴀᴛ·s ɪᴛ. ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ ɪs ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs sᴏ﹣ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ··ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ·· ʙᴜᴛ ɪsɴ·ᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ·s ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀᴘ ᴏʀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ʀᴜᴍᴏʀ.}

sʜɪʟᴏʜ ᴘ. ᴄʀᴏɪx

┊Ｎａｍｅ┊

_{sʜɪʟᴏʜ ᴘᴀʏɴᴇ ᴄʀᴏɪx}

┊Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ┊

_ᴍᴀʟᴇ

┊Ａｇｅ┊

₄₃

┊Ｃｏｄｅ Ｎａｍｅ┊

_ʜᴜɢᴏ

┊Ｓｐｅｃｉａｌｔｙ┊

_{sɴɪᴘᴇʀ ﹠ sʜᴀʀᴘsʜᴏᴏᴛᴇʀ}

┊Ｍｉｌｉｔａｒｙ Ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ┊

_{ᴛᴇxᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ʜᴇʀᴇ}

┊Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ Ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ┊

_{firstborn of the sixth generation to inherit his family's ranch, shiloh grew up in the rural region of . ᴛᴇxᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ʜᴇʀᴇ}

┊Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ┊

_{ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀɪʀ || sᴇᴀ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs || ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴛᴀɴ sᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ || 5'11" || 213 ʟʙs. || ʙʀᴀᴡɴʏ ﹠ ʙᴜʀʟʏ || ғɪᴠᴇ ᴏ·ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ {sᴛᴜʙʙʟᴇ}}

┊Ｏｔｈｅｒ┊

_{ʟᴇɢᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴀғ || sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴜᴛɪsᴍ || ɪsᴛᴊ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ || ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ || ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɢ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ 🇧​🇴​🇷​🇾​🇺​; 🇧​🇱​🇺​🇪​ 🇩​🇺​🇹​🇨​🇭​ 🇸​🇭​🇪​🇵​🇭​🇪​🇷​🇩​}

Spec Ops: Uncharted Course

If placing reservations is permitted then I'd like to be the Sniper, please.

Spec Ops: Uncharted Course

Pft, I like where this is going! Thank you for the clarification.

Spec Ops: Uncharted Course

*slow clap* Not bad. So long as this doesn't turn into something of a soap opera, I'm in. Just a quick question: where's/who's the strategist?

Spec Ops: Uncharted Course

Interested, but I'd like to know a bit more about the plot first before committing to anything.