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The Nameless City

Zavala Zeras

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Age:
28

Ring Location:
First Ring

Active Role:
Prince of the Nameless City, fated to be the next Regia
Currently a Wardana, protector of the people and fighter of revolutionaries

Physical Description:
Fit and toned, slender and agile, the epitome of a young man in his prime. His face, however, belies a man who has endured more than he should for his age, the gaunt features and slightly sunken eyes both a telltale sign. Yet despite his features, he stands tall and walks with pride, never falters or shows weakness in front of another, his piercing yellow eyes often seeming cold or distant.

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Inception:

From the moment since his conception, Zavala has been fed the tale of his destiny. How he is to lead his people and shelter them from the encroaching storm, to be the light in the dark and a shining beacon of hope for them all. It was his father’s belief in him to shepherd the lost, that drove Zavala to become a paragon for the nameless city, to be the best of the best. To that end, he was given the best tutors, advisors and instructors available in the city to teach him the skills necessary to develop his mind into a ruler and his body into that of a warrior.

Wardana Training:

As soon as he came of age he enlisted into the Wardana Academy; his previous instructions flourishing his education ever further. Though he doesn’t have a natural affinity for the full destructive power that Ikonomancy can possess, he does have a propensity to create makeshift weaponry and barriers from earth ikons. When his cousin Ergen joined the academy not two years after, not only did Zavala finally have a friend he could rely on, but a powerful rival to push his limits against. The two dueled often, served on the streets together and saved one another during fights on more than one occasion. They were an inseparable team, but perhaps he should have listened to the words his cousin often spoke, rather than the ambitions and ideals he strived towards. Perhaps if life had gone different, it would have been anyone else under that hood but Ergen that night. For the first time that night, Zavala felt he was not in control of his destiny, his eyes showing confusion, his voice betraying anguish; weakness.

“Ergen.”

“Don’t take this personally…”

Those words were more biting than the explosive wind and though the Regia captain was quick to act, the deed had already been done. Ergen was gone, his body never recovered, believed to have been torn to shreds from the destructive power of his misguided ikons. Zavala lost a friend, and a comrade, not just family that day.

Heir for the Future:

As the years ticked on and the fires of rebellion began to stir, talks of the future and who would rule after became a common occurrence. His mother, Rehema was ever insistent for him to have an heir and arranged for a multitude of bachelorettes to be brought before him; all of them denied. In his pursuit to be the best, he also wanted the best match, not just in superficial traits or for political or financial gain. He desired another who matched his zeal, who desired not only to save the people from the coming storm, but to do what they do best to achieve that goal.

He found that desire amongst a lowborn woman, one who would not reveal her name to him, one he would frequent often and converse with. Despite her upbringing she was intelligent, and far too kind, but that kindness was met in return. He knows not where she is now, even if he did, the crown would never acknowledge whomever she birthed. If he was right though, that child would find a way to strive to ever greater heights and mayhaps one day, be the true beacon after he is gone.

Destiny Awaits:

Now years later, his father, the new host Regia, Zavala must take his rightful place . Yet the rebellion wears heavy on his mind, every day is a challenge and there are those that would bring down the monarchy as a whole. Enemies within and enemies without, allies to the storm that would bring their doom. He will meet them all on the battlefield if he must, for he will lead the people to a brighter dawn.

The Nameless City

Zavala Zeras

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Age:
28

Ring Location:
First Ring

Active Role:
Prince of the Nameless City, fated to be the next Regia
Currently a Wardana, protector of the people and fighter of revolutionaries

Physical Description:
Fit and toned, slender and agile, the epitome of a young man in his prime. His face, however, belies a man who has endured more than he should for his age, the gaunt features and slightly sunken eyes both a telltale sign. Yet despite his features, he stands tall and walks with pride, never falters or shows weakness in front of another, his piercing yellow eyes often seeming cold or distant.

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Inception:

From the moment since his conception, Zavala has been fed the tale of his destiny. How he is to lead his people and shelter them from the encroaching storm, to be the light in the dark and a shining beacon of hope for them all. It was his father’s belief in him to shepherd the lost, that drove Zavala to become a paragon for the nameless city, to be the best of the best. To that end, he was given the best tutors, advisors and instructors available in the city to teach him the skills necessary to develop his mind into a ruler and his body into that of a warrior.

Wardana Training:

As soon as he came of age he enlisted into the Wardana Academy; his previous instructions flourishing his education ever further. Though he doesn’t have a natural affinity for the full destructive power that Ikonomancy can possess, he does have a propensity to create makeshift weaponry and barriers from earth ikons. When his cousin Ergen joined the academy not two years after, not only did Zavala finally have a friend he could rely on, but a powerful rival to push his limits against. The two dueled often, served on the streets together and saved one another during fights on more than one occasion. They were an inseparable team, but perhaps he should have listened to the words his cousin often spoke, rather than the ambitions and ideals he strived towards. Perhaps if life had gone different, it would have been anyone else under that hood but Ergen that night. For the first time that night, Zavala felt he was not in control of his destiny, his eyes showing confusion, his voice betraying anguish; weakness.

“Ergen.”

“Don’t take this personally…”

Those words were more biting than the explosive wind and though the Regia captain was quick to act, the deed had already been done. Ergen was gone, his body never recovered, believed to have been torn to shreds from the destructive power of his misguided ikons. Zavala lost a friend, and a comrade, not just family that day.

Heir for the Future:

As the years ticked on and the fires of rebellion began to stir, talks of the future and who would rule after became a common occurrence. His mother, Rehana was ever insistent for him to have an heir and arranged for a multitude of bachelorettes to be brought before him; all of them denied. In his pursuit to be the best, he also wanted the best match, not just in superficial traits or for political or financial gain. He desired another who matched his zeal, who desired not only to save the people from the coming storm, but to do what they do best to achieve that goal.

He found that desire amongst a lowborn woman, one who would not reveal her name to him, one he would frequent often and converse with. Despite her upbringing she was intelligent, and far too kind, but that kindness was met in return. He knows not where she is now, even if he did, the crown would never acknowledge whomever she birthed. If he was right though, that child would find a way to strive to ever greater heights and mayhaps one day, be the true beacon after he is gone.

Destiny Awaits:

Now years later, his father, the new host Regia, Zavala must take his rightful place . Yet the rebellion wears heavy on his mind, every day is a challenge and there are those that would bring down the monarchy as a whole. Enemies within and enemies without, allies to the storm that would bring their doom. He will meet them all on the battlefield if he must, for he will lead the people to a brighter dawn.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

_{@Viciousmarrow}

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The whole auction overall didn't last that long, not that it really mattered whether or not Mitch had participated, as every 'item' up for sale was out of their budget. Somewhat crestfallen and dejected, Mitch stared at the two hundred bills, the balding old man in each slip almost mocking them for trying. Sighing, Mitch pocketed the money, gave their cheeks a couple slaps to wake up and with a fist pumped to the sky proclaimed, "Alright, time for a strong drink, and I'm buying. You coming?"

Before Barry even had a chance to answer, a young man with fiery red hair came sauntering up requesting the pair's assistance with setting up for the rock show. Barry had no idea who this kid was outside of recognizing him performing gigs around town, and while the dull ache in his upper back told him to take it easy, the easy money outweighing the scales. "Just moving a few things huh?" Barry folded his arms over, tucking his hands into his sides, "Sure, sounds easy enough, just point me where and I'll move it," turning to Mitch he prompted them to follow, "You coming?"

Mitch had a better idea of who Zack was, although still vague since he was two years Mitch's senior. The age gap meant that while they hadn't shared any classes together, they were still privy to the antics of the red head in their tiny school. Smart kid, dream of becoming a rock star; some might call it a 'waste of potential', but Mitch found it to be more impassioned, a dream to live by, and that was something they could respect. Mitch turned to Barry as he made an attempt to recruit them, "Really? Not gonna lie that drink was kind of calling to me." Their eyes gazed longingly towards the bar...

"You can drink any other time, how often do you get exclusive back stage passes from the lead performer? Besides, you came here looking for a date right?" Mitch raised their eyebrow at that, a subtle flush tone rising up their neck, "Sounds like this nice gentleman might be offering you a couple of Andrews to take home." Mitch gave Barry a solid jab to the arm as he laughed.

"Ass!" They exclaimed as they laughed at the man's stupid jokes, "Fine, fine, although I don't think he's told us who I'll be taking home tonight, I'll still help out," Mitch winked at Zack before grinning wide, both thumbs extended upwards. "Besides," they started as Zack lead the pair towards his equipment, "you don't want the fossil accidentally wiping any of your music away."

"Dude..I'm not that old."

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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_{An introduction to Barry & Mitch}
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Barry’s body jostled in his seat as the world passed him by, a duotone blanket of pale blue and hazy tan in the morning sunlight. The thrum of the Humvees’ engine's roar was deafening, only surpassed by the beats and bass of Clint Eastwood played in the background. Barry looked down at his wrist watch, 0752 hours, nearly time now… His gaze wandered ahead of him, Rodriguez in the driver seat, Lt. Michelle relaying commands and battle strategy over comms, to his right, his best Antony, telling him…something. It was already so loud in the transport, his words were coming out muffled; knowing him it was definitely dirty. The scene felt so familiar, yet so far away, why was it so hazy? His gaze lowered to the watch again, 0758; but why was this so familiar?

He went to look at Antony, to ask him why they were there, but as he looked his friend wasn’t there anymore, the view replaced with a cracked window masking the blue sky. Barry didn’t have to look far though, Antony was on top of him, unmoving. Was Barry…on his side now? When did that happen? Arm is pinned, smoke is spreading, it's kind of hard to breathe now. “Hey, Antony, can you get off me for a sec?”

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

Gunfire? Explosions? 50 caliber and RPGs. Why were there weapons in Sanctuary? Wait, was he in Sanctuary? This didn’t feel like home, a long way from it. He tried asking Antony another question, to no avail.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Barry was feeling more than a little stuck now and his vision was starting to get hazy. “Look, Antony, if you aren’t gonna move, can you at least tell me why I’m here?” He turned his gaze to his friend again, his body still unmoving, but the head had lifted itself enough to stare into him, “Barry, this is the day you died. Don’t you remember, Barry?” It paused briefly, then said it again, “Don’t remember Barry? Barry? BAaaarRRYy? BARRY!!!!”

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THUD THUD THUD “Barry! HEY BARRY!!!!”

The adrenaline kicked in all at once and the older male shot upright, his head nearly slamming into the roof of his truck. His breathing ragged and heavy, Barry quickly scanned his environment for any immediate threats. He saw the brick walls on either side of the alley he had parked in, and he could hear the din of people as they walked in the street ahead, perpendicular to his. It took a moment for him to realize everything was okay and that he could breathe easy, there was no fire, there was no death around him. He breathed in deeply, his body calming, the adrenaline wearing away as the pain in his hands from white knuckling the steering wheel set in. It was only after all this, maybe twenty to thirty seconds of processing, that he finally acknowledged the increasingly worried person staring into his truck’s window.

“Barry! Thank God, are you good in there?!” They pleaded out to the man, worry and desperation screaming from their auburn eyes, as Mitch assessed Barry’s condition.

Some moments ago, Mitch was enjoying a stroll through the festival grounds towards the auction site, a cool lemonade in hand. They wore a tank top and jeans for the majority of the day, opting for their father’s old football varsity jacket to ward off the bite of the cool summer eve, GO DIMAONDBACKS!!!
Mitch had given their farm hands the day off to attend the summer festival, leaving them with only a few chores to handle themselves. They could have set up a booth at the festival, but corn could only get you so far when funnel cakes were being sold just three stalls over. Fried foods could have their day today, Mitch would be making a killing with their vegetables at the farmer’s market any other weekend. They had heard about how Javier was setting up the petting zoo and offered to volunteer their help, or at the very least check on the goats beforehand. He had said not to worry about it and that he’d already delegated that task to his children, which knowing if Stella was there, she’d have it under control. Overall it was a day that Mitch could fully enjoy, eat what they want, play what they want, and just do whatever they want. As for what they wanted, well that was hopefully to get a date at the auction and to maybe get the warm, fuzzy feelings that acts of altruism could bring.
It was only happenstance that Mitch walked by the alley where Barry had parked his old Ford F-150. They had visited him earlier in the morning upon his request as Maisy didn’t seem to be feeling up to snuff and knew that he’d be working around the festival grounds doing odd jobs here and there. Mitch had assured him that they’d be stopping by in a couple of days to check on Maisy’s condition, but they wondered if he’d been home at all and could give them more info. As Mitch approached the truck, panic began to set in as they witnessed a profusely sweating and distressed Barry, with no windows open. They were on the truck in seconds, pounding on the window and yelling his name through the glass, half a mind to break the window with whatever was readily available in that alleyway. Thankfully it never came to that, Barry woke up, bewildered and confused, but alive.

The man fumbled for the door handle as he tried to wipe the sweat from his face and pull the strands of hair that had plastered themselves to his forehead. When he did manage to get a grip and pull that lever to open his cage, never did the air feel so cold and so sweet on his damp face and body as it did in that moment. Before he could even thank Mitch, their lemonade was being shoved into his hands. More than readily did he bring the golden elixir to his lips as he chugged the sweet, tart and refreshing drink down his gullet. A ragged breath escaped his lips upon the last drop and his back fell into the cool metal of his truck, a further blessing in his eyes.

After several moments of awkward silence, Mitch broke it first, “You mind telling me why you thought baking yourself alive in your truck was a good idea?” A bit of a dark joke, sure, but anything to ease the turbulent anxiety in their mind, “Seriously, what happened?”

Barry had to think on that for a moment, he was helping with the festival that much was certain. A lot of people had asked for his help setting up, maintaining, cleaning and restocking their booths. Like a really good roadie, he managed to weave about the crowds of people without causing too much of a ruckus, only stopping for the briefest of moments to delegate himself the next task. The last few nights he’d been pretty restless, that same dream happening again and again. On top of that he was losing clients to the new construction company in town so he’d been taking on extra work to make ends meet. Less sleep added on top of the extra work meant that he caught whatever zzz’s he could in his truck. Normally this worked beautifully for him, but it looks like his recent patterns and choices were finally starting to catch up. He had already planned that he wasn’t going to be home for the rest of the day, and parked his truck intentionally out of the way so it wouldn’t be a bother. If Maisy were with him, she would have alerted someone sooner, but with her feeling well he had asked Mrs. Davis, the elderly lady next door to watch her for the day.
He shouldn’t have survived, not then and not today, and yet by some act of grace or perhaps simple circumstance, Mitch arrived in time to wake him up. ‘I need to schedule another session with Dr. Fitkau…’ The old veteran rubbed his temples as he explained what had happened to Mitch, not the dream, not the lingering regret that he wished he wasn’t here, just what led to him falling asleep.

“...I figure if you hadn’t shown up when you did, well…I’m sure someone would have found some authentic Canadian jerky in the morning.” He chuckled to that as he wiped the remnant sweat from his body after peeling the drenched shirt from his skin. Fortunately he kept a spare set of clothes in his truck and after making sure he was sufficiently dried, slipped on a plain white t-shirt before donning a thin flannel.

“Not funny Barry,” their words were betrayed by the small chuckle escaping their lips as Mitch spoke. Mitch had turned back towards the street as Barry cleaned himself up and gave him some privacy. Their hands interlocked and rested against the back of their head while their thumbs idly played with the small braid they had tied their hair back into. Despite hearing the whole thing from Barry, there was something egging them in the back of their mind, something that didn’t sit right, like he was hiding something. Whatever his reasoning was, Mitch didn’t figure he’d divulge it so readily with them anyway; best not to bring it up. “You need more rest Mister, you might actually look peaceful and less freaked out when you wake up to someone saving you.”

Barry paused at that and gave them a quizzical look, “Oh yea, I’m sure I’ll keep that in mind as I balance my checkbook for the week…” He did a final check over his things before locking up the truck

“You still use checks? Shit you’re old.” Mitch turned around to face the man as he stood in front of her.

“What’s wrong with using a check?” The older man eyed them with a raised brow.

“There are such things as debit and credit cards, you know? You can even just pop them over the scanner and boom, there goes your money.”

“Yeaaa and it’s talk like that, that scarred me as a child when my friends showed me Terminator 2 for the first time.” He tucked his hands in between his arms and sides, “Listen, thank you again for waking me up, but you should go and enjoy the festival.”

“Ohh no, you’re not gonna just up and get rid of me that easily,” They crossed their arms, a dirty glare in their eyes as they stared him down, “I’m not sure I’m convinced that you’re fine being on your own, so for the meantime, you’re stuck with me.”

Barry laughed at Mitch’s insistence, it’s not like he didn’t mind being around them, but lord help him if he didn’t feel like a kid being told he had to hold hands while crossing the street. Still, that look in their eyes told him that Mitch wasn’t going to just drop this. “Fine, fine. So long as wherever you’re going has something stiff to drink, it’s been a long day.”

“Barry…”, The rather unamused look spoke volumes.

“I’m joking, I’ll drink some water.” That was enough to satisfy Mitch it seemed and they gestured for him to follow, “Where are we going anyway?”

“To the auction of course!” Mitch exclaimed rather excitedly.

Barry’s enthusiasm was the exact opposite to their’s, “Seriously? You want to watch a bunch of loveless weirdos with too much time and money on their hands bid on potential matches? Whatever happened to just, I don’t know, asking someone to go out with them.”

“It’s not just about the potential for love, it’s for charity too you know! There’s something nice about being altruistic that gives me warm and fuzzy feelings.”

“Oh, so you’re planning to participate then? Sure that’s the only warm and fuzzy feeling you’re going for?”

Mitch lightly punched Barry in the arm, “So what if I am? I’m allowed to date and if some people want to line up and let me take them out, then hopefully my friends Ben and his brother Frank can help me make a convincing argument.” Mitch waved the two hundred notes teasingly at Barry.

“Okay, alright, you know what, this will be funny to watch you do, so let’s get to it.” A fire lit up in Barry, much to both Mitch’s elation and chagrin. As the two fast approached the auction area, it was clear from all the activity going on that the event was in full swing already. The pair made their way into the area, a stunning red headed woman was currently being auctioned off.

“Damn, am I too late? You think they’ll let me get in and participate?” Mitch asked as they scanned around for the registration area.

“Can’t imagine why they wouldn’t,” Barry shrugged, “who’s going to say no to someone who wants to spend money?”

Mitch was about to retort before the final bids rang out $1000! $1250! Sold for $1500!?!?! Their jaw dropped as they watched the redhead bombshell make her way off the stage to the winning bidder. Barry simply stood behind the dumbfounded human, a low whistle ringing through his lips as he leaned down beside them, “Hopefully you brought more friends with you other than just Ben and Frank?”

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

Mitch Kowalski

Birthday:
August 2nd, 1996
Age:
27

Appearance:

Mitch’s wardrobe has always been function over form; comfortable, relatively loose and plenty of pocket space

Occupation:
Owner of their family’s farm, though they delegates most of the tasks to their farmhands.
Their real passion occupation is being the local Veterinarian and making personal house calls

Short Bio:
Mitch was born the last kid to a family of eight, five brothers, two sisters, a tough of nails father with an even tougher mama to boot. They were practically the runt of the litter, with the closest sibling in age being five years their senior. Games played with their brothers were always rougher than they should be and more than a tear was shed time and time again. ‘Boys will be boys’ became an all too common phrase in their household, and as annoying as that broken record was, a thought would finally click their head, “Why don’t I just be like the boys?” An easier thought said than done, but time is a patient teacher and with each passing year, Mitch grew a little bigger and a little wiser. Soon enough Mitch was the one doling out comeuppance when their brothers got too rowdy with their sisters. Despite whatever tomfoolery they all got up too, or whatever trouble they got caught up in with their parents, life on the farm was relatively simple and quiet; too quiet for some.

Early in their childhood, they had taken a trip with their father to the Serrano Family Ranch in order to purchase a pair of new cows as the ones at home had become lame. This was the day that Mitch would meet their forever companions, the aptly named and devilish Moocifer, along with her sister the adventurous Mooana. This trip also became a defining moment in Mitch's life. As Javier Serrano was showing them around to the cows their family was to take home, a farmhand came running grab him. Mitch doesn't remember much of the conversation as Javier ran off, but they had this gut desire to follow Tio Javi as he ran into the barn. Inside was the mother cow, weak and distressed, her baby calf lying still, Javier's hands pumping into it's side. Less than a minute in tension passed before the calf shot up to life and everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. It was in that moment Mitch knew they wanted to become a veterinarian.

While Mitch enjoyed the peace of Sanctuary, their siblings slowly began to resent the quiet life over the years. It all started with their eldest brother Jacob, twelve years their senior. He was originally intended to be the successor of the farm, but ended up storming out one night after getting into a fight about his future. What began as a trickle, slowly deluged as every sibling, one by one, began to leave the farm for their own reasons. By the time the third sibling had left, all the fight was out of their father who simply watched his children go with dismay. Mitch was the last to leave, but whether it was out of a sense of duty to family, guilt for leaving their father or knowing that Sanctuary would always be home, they promised their father they would return; “It’ll be just two years Papa, then I’ll be a doctor and an even better hand around the farm, I promise, it’ll be over before you know it”

Two months before Mitch was to complete their degree, both of their parents were killed in a car crash by a drunk driver. Wracked with grief they left school to return home and bury their parents, with most of their siblings returning home briefly to attend the funeral and to divvy up the assets from their parents' will. Everyone was given an equal share, with Mitch being given in addition to that the deed to their parents farm. Mitch was beside themselves, despite having grown up on the farm, they had no idea how to manage it and it didn't seem like any of their siblings had any intention of coming back to give Mitch a helping hand. All on their own in an empty house, a major decision weighing on their mind. Mitch needed to go back to school to graduate, but they couldn't just abandon the farm without someone to lead it. Ultimately it came down to two choices, sell the farm and pursue their dream, or abandon the idea of becoming a vet so that their family's farm could live on. It was not a decision to be made lightly and after a week of fretting over it, Mitch turned to Tio Javi for guidance. After some back and forth and more than a little convincing, Mitch was disinclined to sell the farm to anyone and Javier was more than willing to send some workers their way to tend to the fields. With the income generated from the farm Mitch could fund any materials, equipment or medicine they would need. Mitch would get their dream and in return they would be the first response should any of Javier's livestock fall ill. It was an mutually beneficial trade, one where Mitch could have their cake and eat it too.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

Bartholomew “Barry” Grant

Birthday:
October 3rd, 1984
Age:
38

Hometown:
Ontario, Canada

Appearance:

Dons the gear of your average blue collar worker, lots of denim and button down flannels

Occupation:
General Contractor/Handyman/Landscaper
A run of the mill Jack of All Trades

Short Bio:
Life from the very beginning was a challenge for Barry. Barry was born to a father who abandoned him, and to a mother who cared more about the needle in her arm, than the child she was supposed to raise. On the surface, he was your textbook case of ‘ne’er do well’ that all parents tell their children to avoid. In reality, he was a kid with a good heart and a smart head on his shoulders, but born into a toxic environment. Barry knew the cards he’d been dealt and he’d be damned if he didn’t survive long enough to make something useful with his hand. If that meant getting into a fight to protect someone in a jam, or stealing food just so he wouldn't go hungry for another night, then that’s what he did.

When Barry came of age, he enlisted in the military and joined the combat engineers to further his education for life after. Barry felt like he’d finally dug himself out of his hole, but little did he realize the further challenges he’d face in the military. During his time enlisted, he served two tours in Afghanistan and a final tour in Iraq before being discharged. He’ll tell you that it’s because of the wounds he suffered, the long scar running down his face and neck are proof enough. Stare long enough and you’ll see the slight cloudiness in his eye, the subtle tilt of his head as he tries to listen to you, and the grim look of a man who’s lost more friends than he’d care to tell.

Barry had only served eight years, and felt it was too early for a retirement, opting to move somewhere small, remote and quiet. When the town of Sanctuary fell upon his ears, the irony wasn’t lost on him as he felt it would fit the bill. Packing up and moving out, he quickly established himself in the town as the kind of guy you could consistently and reliably get help from. Barry’s happy to help out the townsfolk whenever and he charged prices that he felt were fair and reasonable or offered favors/trades instead. When he’s not helping out at the town, he keeps to himself on his more reclusive homestead some twenty or so minutes outside of town.

Lately with the new influx of people and construction coming in, Barry’s been losing out on some of his clientele with larger contracting firms that can offer lower prices than he. Though this hasn’t soured his mood entirely, he is feeling the hit to his wallet and looks a little more tired than usual as he’s been keeping busier to compensate.

Misc:

Maisy

Guardian of the Homestead

Mitch Kowalski

Birthday:
August 2nd, 1996
Age:
27

Appearance:

Mitch’s wardrobe has always been function over form; comfortable, relatively loose and plenty of pocket space

Occupation:
Owner of their family’s farm, though they delegates most of the tasks to their farmhands.
Their real passion occupation is being the local Veterinarian and making personal house calls

Short Bio:
Mitch was born the last kid to a family of eight, five brothers, two sisters, a tough of nails father with an even tougher mama to boot. They were practically the runt of the litter, with the closest sibling in age being five years their senior. Games played with their brothers were always rougher than they should be and more than a tear was shed time and time again. ‘Boys will be boys’ became an all too common phrase in their household, and as annoying as that broken record was, a thought would finally click their head, “Why don’t I just be like the boys?” An easier thought said than done, but time is a patient teacher and with each passing year, Mitch grew a little bigger and a little wiser. Soon enough Mitch was the one doling out comeuppance when their brothers got too rowdy with their sisters. Despite whatever tomfoolery they all got up too, or whatever trouble they got caught up in with their parents, life on the farm was relatively simple and quiet; too quiet for some.

Early in their childhood, they had taken a trip with their father to the Serrano Family Ranch in order to purchase a pair of new cows as the ones at home had become lame. This was the day that Mitch would meet their forever companions, the aptly named and devilish Moocifer, along with her sister the adventurous Mooana. This trip also became a defining moment in Mitch's life. As Javier Serrano was showing them around to the cows their family was to take home, a farmhand came running grab him. Mitch doesn't remember much of the conversation as Javier ran off, but they had this gut desire to follow Tio Javi as he ran into the barn. Inside was the mother cow, weak and distressed, her baby calf lying still, Javier's hands pumping into it's side. Less than a minute in tension passed before the calf shot up to life and everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. It was in that moment Mitch knew they wanted to become a veterinarian.

While Mitch enjoyed the peace of Sanctuary, their siblings slowly began to resent the quiet life over the years. It all started with their eldest brother Jacob, twelve years their senior. He was originally intended to be the successor of the farm, but ended up storming out one night after getting into a fight about his future. What began as a trickle, slowly deluged as every sibling, one by one, began to leave the farm for their own reasons. By the time the third sibling had left, all the fight was out of their father who simply watched his children go with dismay. Mitch was the last to leave, but whether it was out of a sense of duty to family, guilt for leaving their father or knowing that Sanctuary would always be home, they promised their father they would return; “It’ll be just two years Papa, then I’ll be a doctor and an even better hand around the farm, I promise, it’ll be over before you know it”

Two months before Mitch was to complete their degree, both of their parents were killed in a car crash by a drunk driver. Wracked with grief they left school to return home and bury their parents, with most of their siblings returning home briefly to attend the funeral and to divvy up the assets from their parents' will. Everyone was given an equal share, with Mitch being given in addition to that the deed to their parents farm. Mitch was beside themselves, despite having grown up on the farm, they had no idea how to manage it and it didn't seem like any of their siblings had any intention of coming back to give Mitch a helping hand. All on their own in an empty house, a major decision weighing on their mind. Mitch needed to go back to school to graduate, but they couldn't just abandon the farm without someone to lead it. Ultimately it came down to two choices, sell the farm and pursue their dream, or abandon the idea of becoming a vet so that their family's farm could live on. It was not a decision to be made lightly and after a week of fretting over it, Mitch turned to Tio Javi for guidance. After some back and forth and more than a little convincing, Mitch was disinclined to sell the farm to anyone and Javier was more than willing to send some workers their way to tend to the fields. With the income generated from the farm Mitch could fund any materials, equipment or medicine they would need. Mitch would get their dream and in return they would be the first response should any of Javier's livestock fall ill. It was an mutually beneficial trade, one where Mitch could have their cake and eat it too.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

Bartholomew “Barry” Grant

Birthday:
October 3rd, 1984
Age:
38

Hometown:
Ontario, Canada

Appearance:

Dons the gear of your average blue collar worker, lots of denim and button down flannels

Occupation:
General Contractor/Handyman/Landscaper
A run of the mill Jack of All Trades

Short Bio:
Life from the very beginning was a challenge for Barry. Barry was born to a father who abandoned him, and to a mother who cared more about the needle in her arm, than the child she was supposed to raise. On the surface, he was your textbook case of ‘ne’er do well’ that all parents tell their children to avoid. In reality, he was a kid with a good heart and a smart head on his shoulders, but born into a toxic environment. Barry knew the cards he’d been dealt and he’d be damned if he didn’t survive long enough to make something useful with his hand. If that meant getting into a fight to protect someone in a jam, or stealing food just so he wouldn't go hungry for another night, then that’s what he did.

When Barry came of age, he enlisted in the military and joined the combat engineers to further his education for life after. Barry felt like he’d finally dug himself out of his hole, but little did he realize the further challenges he’d face in the military. During his time enlisted, he served two tours in Afghanistan and a final tour in Iraq before being discharged. He’ll tell you that it’s because of the wounds he suffered, the long scar running down his face and neck are proof enough. Stare long enough and you’ll see the slight cloudiness in his eye, the subtle tilt of his head as he tries to listen to you, and the grim look of a man who’s lost more friends than he’d care to tell.

Barry had only served eight years, and felt it was too early for a retirement, opting to move somewhere small, remote and quiet. When the town of Sanctuary fell upon his ears, the irony wasn’t lost on him as he felt it would fit the bill. Packing up and moving out, he quickly established himself in the town as the kind of guy you could consistently and reliably get help from. Barry’s happy to help out the townsfolk whenever and he charged prices that he felt were fair and reasonable or offered favors/trades instead. When he’s not helping out at the town, he keeps to himself on his more reclusive homestead some twenty or so minutes outside of town.

Lately with the new influx of people and construction coming in, Barry’s been losing out on some of his clientele with larger contracting firms that can offer lower prices than he. Though this hasn’t soured his mood entirely, he is feeling the hit to his wallet and looks a little more tired than usual as he’s been keeping busier to compensate.

Misc:

Maisy

Guardian of the Homestead

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

@LovelyComplex told me there was a party and that I should come join it

DWS [SHELVED UNTIL BETTER TIME]

_{Locations: Campus Grounds → Campus Castle/Warden HQ}

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It was an absolutely gorgeous day out, the sun was shining, the fair was in full swing already, and unlike most other students, it was Kanan’s first day back. His arrival was fully planned and approved by the faculty ahead of time, but Kanan had made it a point that he wasn’t going to miss his son’s first day of school and that was all the convincing they needed. He still kept up with the courses ahead of time online, emailing professors and printing his curriculum. Even though he wanted to dedicate more time with Julian he did need to go back before the end of orientation period. Still he was glad to have stayed while he could, at least long enough to watch his niño meet up with friends and enter school for the first time that year; he couldn’t be more proud.

Still, life moved on and Los Santos was back on the scene, duffle bag with his overnight back in one arm, school bag slung over his other shoulder. Deftly he maneuvered the crowds of excitable and anxious freshmen, bypassing around the quad to get the Campus Castle, both his home and office. As Kanan entered the building, he reflected on how he ended up in his position, the weight of his mantle as captain, finally beginning to take hold.

Kanan Santos, former gang member turned hero, at least that’s how the papers rolled out the headlines. He was so excited by the opportunity, that he was blinded to how he was being used as a living publicity stunt. Even after angrily bringing it to the school’s administration, he was made very quickly aware of how little power he had here and how quickly he could lose his son. So he played along for the most part, did what the school asked of him and became a warden, knowing that one day he’d have to lead the wardens himself. He loathed that day when he was a freshman, feeling like a used tool and pawn back then, but now, he relished the challenge. Even though the reasons for bringing Kanan to Crystal Peak may have been wrong, he was given an opportunity nonetheless, an opportunity that his previous head warden, Leon, would not let him squander.

So here he stands, in front of ‘his’ room, well his room plus one. Kanan knew he'd be dealing with a babysitting job in addition to his other duties. He already felt bad enough for what Leon had to deal with the previous year, the insufferable attitude of Sylvia Vargas; Leon had simply wished him luck. Still, watching over one bratty girl was going to pay for both his and Julian’s college tuition, definitely an appropriate take and give situation. Still he was already beginning to wonder if he was going to hate this deal with the devil as the muffled rock music suddenly erupted into a cacophony of blasting amps and clashing cymbals.

“Oh you got me fucked up!” In an abrupt crash, bags were dropped in the hallway as Kanan entered the room and made a beeline for the source of the noise, “Yo! Vargas!” Both fortunately and yet, weirdly, she was not at the source, nor was she anywhere in the apartment as Kanan put a silence to her music. Well that was good that he wouldn’t have to immediately deal with her shrill voice, yet that presented the other headache that she wasn’t here. He rubbed his temples, “One step at a time, Santos…” First things first were to at least get his bags into his bedroom, and they quickly joined the pile of other unpacked bags and boxes that had been delivered earlier that week. Second order of business was to let the other Wardens that he was back in the area, his fingers already gliding over his phone keys.

To: Wardens
“Back on campus, need to go over a quick brief on tonight’s Elysium party, meet up at Castle at 5:00. Also if anyone has eyes on the Vargas girl give me a head’s up.”
_{@smarty0114@Melo@Hey Im Jordan}

As Kanan finished his text he swiped over from the Messenger to Supergram and viewed the saved gif that displayed a party invite in flashy bold letters. As good as the intentions to have a party for both schools to attend were, he could easily see things going down the drain very quickly. Better to have a few Wardens on site to ensure the peace and maybe get a vibe check on the new guests of honor. Having done the Warden gig for 3 years now you get a feel for the people in your school and usually only have to deal with the freshies that come in. Now, we were talking an extra few hundred students on top of the usual suspects. Whether Kanan liked it or not, the Wardens were going to have their hands full this year and unless they have more recruits join, that wouldn’t likely change. Still it couldn’t hurt to ask for some outside help and with that decided, he went back to his messenger.

To: DDay
“I’m back in town Devil Dog, let me know if you’re going to that party tonight, I could use your help with some freelance work.”
_{@LovelyComplex}

Kanan pocketed his phone, ready to exit the building before a rather devious thought crossed his mind. For all intents and purposes Kanan’s job was to bodyguard Sylvia and her parents made that very clear to him. Now he could argue that videogames rotted the brain and that the brain was a part of the body that needed protecting. However, Kanan applying a parental blocker on her computer was purely spiteful. Leon told him the horror stories from the previous year and whether either of them liked it or not they were going to be stuck with each other. Still, that didn’t mean that Kanan couldn’t make it slightly more tolerable and it might actually teach the brat to not leave her computer open and logged in.

His work complete, Kanan resumed the music, each repeating track an impending, ticking countdown until that 1 hour was up and the computer would be inaccessible until the following day. Did he feel a little guilty? Sure, but if she really needed to use a computer, there was always the campus library. Now for the real challenge, to find the missing princess.

DWS [SHELVED UNTIL BETTER TIME]

Kanan Santos

▲ Nagual

Kanan Antonio Santos

“No man can possibly know what life means, what the world means, what anything means, until he has a child and loves it.”

– Lafcadio Hearn

╟ October 3rd (28) || Indian/Hispanic Mix || Male || pansexual || Single Parent ╢

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A P P L I C A T I O N P R O C E S S

|| Written test || Mr. Santos’ applied academics are somewhat lacking, average at best. Where he lacks in knowledge, however he more than makes up for in leadership, management and organization. In a scenario involving leading civilians through hostile territory, he was able to determine the most dangerous paths and avoid them with ease, saving the most lives possible.

|| Practical test || Mr. Santos was given an obstacle course to complete when he had discussed his powers with us. The amount of forms he was able to transform into allowed him to complete the course efficiently and with ease. Mr. Santos was able to demonstrate a fluid transition between each form he took and seems to have a plethora of animals to choose from.

|| Written essay topic || In the Dark Knight Rises, Harvey Dent tells Bruce Wayne at a fancy dinner, “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Well what if the opposite were true? I’m not saying I’m a villain, but I ran with a gang, did petty crime, hurt a lot of people and just did things I’m not proud of. I’ve seen plenty of friends end up on the other end of a gun barrel and I’m not ready to go out that way. I’m not a good person, but I’m trying to be, not just for myself, but for my son too. I lived long enough for me to stare hard enough at myself and ask what I really want out of my life and this is what I chose.

|| Video supplement ||

A young man adjusts his webcam…

He sits down, exhales and claps his hands together before speaking, “Hola, my name is Kanan Antonio Santos, I’m 23 years young, and I want to be a hero. Sounds weird saying that, but it feels right, ya know?” He clears his throat, “I know I did a lot of dumb stuff back in the day, I can blame it on being a kid, ya, but your conscious lets you know, you try to bury it, but it just yelled louder; and won. That’s why I’m here and ready to do my part, and to endorse me in my acceptance. I give you, my personal hero, the great and powerful, ‘Niño Pequeno’.” He swings off to the side as he grabs a small child by the sides, a powerful and joyful laughter erupts from the two as he swings the boy up and around to sit on his shoulders. The young man looks up and meets the boy’s shining gaze, his wild and curly hair softly swaying to and fro along with his head. “Hey kid, what’s your name?” the man asks and the child responds, “My name is Julian and I’m 6 years old, and my papi wants to be a HERO!” he says the last word rather exuberantly.

S C H O O L

Crystal Peak Academy

Y E A R

Senior

O C C U P A T I O N

Captain of the Wardens

L I V I N G A R R A N G E M E N T

Campus Castle

I N T E R N S H I P S

Occasionally does volunteer work for the local shelter for gifted individuals

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Out of all the wardens at the time, Kanan was always considered the most lowkey of them. Often identifying the situation ahead of time to figure out which kids were the troublemakers, and which ones were just being stupid, who needed to go home and sober up. For this he’s generally respected, and people know they screwed up when he actually has to bring them in.

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A B I L I T I E S

Kanan has the ability to morph his form and physiology into any animal with whom he has absorbed the DNA from, inheriting their traits and abilities. He has a wide array of land, air and aquatic creatures to choose from and the transformation is near instantaneous.

L I M I T A T I O N S

Kanan can only transform into an animal he has absorbed DNA from and switching into too many forms too quickly can result in him straining his muscles and going into a painful, yet temporary paralysis. Also depending on what animal he turns into, his clothes often end up torn to shreds.

C O M B A T

Kanan’s style is very much being a jack-of-all-trades on the battlefield. Given his wide array of animal forms, he can switch from an aggressive deterrent like a lion or wolf, to an elusive distraction like a bird or mongoose. So long as he doesn’t transform too often he can fit the bill for whatever situation the enemy or environment throws at him and his team.

⋙: Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ^{＆ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ}

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D A I L Y L O O K S & S T Y L E

• Hair: shoulder length, wavy, and black hair that is often kept back as a pony tail when out and about.
• Eyes: Green/Gray
• Height: 5’11”
• Body Type: Lean and toned
• Clothing Style: tanks tops, shorts that are a size too big or jeans and generally an unbuttoned overshirt slightly Ace Ventura-ish
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Has a full sleeve of his personal history, ask him about it sometime. He has a massive amount of scars, like blades raked across his upper back, they appear to cover a mostly faded tattoo. There is also signs that he was branded with an X just above the collarbone

S U P E L O O K S & S T Y L E

Kanan's costume is exactly the way he's always dreamed; simple, sleek, and form fitting. A gift from his former Head Warden, Leon, this jungle green, skin tight suit was designed with his powers in mind. The molecules within the suit's fibers almost act like a chameleon's skin, yet rather than changing to blend in with the environment, they blend with the physiology of the current user. In layman's terms, the suit can morph with Kanan into fur, hide, feather or hair without damaging the fibers. In Kanan's words, "I won't have to shop for underwear at Target every weekend now!"

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

Generally down to earth and easy to talk to, Kanan is a realist who’s honest to a fault and isn’t afraid to tell it to you. He’s not being a jerk, he’s just telling you like it is, though not everyone is able to handle his level of truth. His mind is always thinking two steps ahead, the result of having lived a life in survival mode for so long. Though he has a friendly face and voice, he hasn’t made many friends, even among his fellow Wardens. The friends he does have, however he’s loyal to without question.

F E A R S

The dreams that haunt him most nights from his gang days. The people he’s hurt, the crimes he commited, the choice he made when he decided to leave and the consequences that came with it.

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L O V E D O N E S
D I R E C T F A M I L Y

Sister -

Marianna Williams

Codename: Reaction
FC: Michelle Rodriguez

“Yea, my sister was the smart one in the family. Even surrounded by gang violence and drug addiction, she graduated highschool and made her way into college, and now she’s a hero too. She’s good with her kids and mine, but my god does she have a mouth on her, surprised she hasn’t been struck by lightning yet.”

Brother-in-law -

Jeremy Williams

Powerless
FC: Jay Baruchel

“Jeremy’s a good dude, real level headed and helps keep the peace when my sister is losing her cool. He’s always a bit guarded around me, he came clean one time that my past troubled him, especially with how it affected my sister. He made a promise to me, that if I ever did anything to betray my sister, or lose her trust, that he’d…well for a powerless dude, he’s got a pair of huevos. Even though he’s wary of me, I respect him and he treats my son like his own, not much more I can ask.”

Son -

Julian Santos

Has powers, underage
FC: Marcel Ruiz

“Jules is…the best thing that has ever happened in my life. He opened eyes to the possibilities, that there was more to the petty life I was living; he saved my life. Now I want to repay the favor, to show him that his old man is all the good that he sees in me.”

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Currently Kanan has a rather complicated relationship with Sylvia Vargas. Complicated in that they're roommates, but he's also supposed to be her bodyguard and caretaker, a responsibility specifically for the head warden.

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Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

From what Kanan can remember, more than half of his life was spent on the streets of San Antonio, running around and getting into trouble with his brother Joshua. It wasn’t long until others started following the two and they had formed ‘The Sons of Dorado’, a gang that dealt in narcotics, racketeering and gun violence. The two of them ruled the streets and having powers only made it easier to maintain control of the area; together they were unstoppable.

It wasn’t until he was in his mid teens that he knocked a girl up and left him with the baby that he started opening his eyes to the world around him. People were hurting, families were being torn apart and his son was even a product of a mother who abused the narcotics that his own gang dealt. The child was strong and he would live, but the boy was slowly turning into a man and it wasn’t until his brother began to talk of expanding the territory that Kanan made a decision to leave.

The road to get out was long and arduous, and it involved sending his son away to his sister far up north, away from his brother’s influence before proceeding. The fury in his brother’s eyes was intense and the pain and torture that Kanan endured that night was unlike any he had ever suffered before. He was nearly left for dead when it was all said and done, but he knew that he could never return to the city he grew up in or there would be no next time to consider. Weeks passed during his recovery time and all the while he worked through the pain so he could be ready for the next step. Next it was time to make something of his life, to become someone that his son could be proud of, perhaps even a way to help redeem his soul; next he wanted to become a hero.

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Avan Jogia, Indianred