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Dracula Brannenstein
Crimson Chroma - tertiary
7
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: n/a
Occupation: none
Dracula does not understand how utterly depressing his young life was. He was too small to understand the gravity of things or the course of his situation. He does know the loneliness and the sorrow, but not the extent of what surrounds him. He never had the influence of an adult to guide him and help him understand. He sees them more often as he wants them to be rather than as they are. Dracula is a street urchin. He was born to an underage mom who was some goth or otherwise gothic obsessed person, for she named him Dracula. He knows that much about himself. When he was five, she sat him down in an alley by a dumpster and told him to wait there for her while she went to go buy things she needed. Most likely drugs or cigarettes, but Dracula did not know what those words were. So he sat there and waited. He waited for two days, eating food out of the dumpster when he got too hungry. And then he had no choice but to find somewhere to hide during a rainstorm. And so he got lost. At least he thinks he's just lost. He won't admit that he was abandoned two years ago. And even though she was a lowlife who treated him horribly, the scars on his arms and body prove that well enough, he still loves her and wants her badly. So he will go up to people if they seem nice and ask them where his momma went. To which people don't care to reply or reply with something rude, or some give him money or food or try to take him to social services. But he runs and hides. He can't always remember the two words social services, but his momma said they were something bad, so he doesn't like to stick around to find out about them. He wandered deep into the heart of crimson territory and now has their gaze, and their powers. Their abilities come to him unsummoned and are rather out of control. He can hurt people when he doesn't want to, merely because his strength increases. He can see details or hear heartbeats or taste something disgusting, even if he does not want to. He does not know that his eyes are red, but he sees the people with the crimson gaze. They frighten him, and he runs away. He's always running and hiding, like a little mouse.
Crimson Chroma - tertiary
7
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: n/a
Occupation: none
Dracula does not understand how utterly depressing his young life was. He was too small to understand the gravity of things or the course of his situation. He does know the loneliness and the sorrow, but not the extent of what surrounds him. He never had the influence of an adult to guide him and help him understand. He sees them more often as he wants them to be rather than as they are. Dracula is a street urchin. He was born to an underage mom who was some goth or otherwise gothic obsessed person, for she named him Dracula. He knows that much about himself. When he was five, she sat him down in an alley by a dumpster and told him to wait there for her while she went to go buy things she needed. Most likely drugs or cigarettes, but Dracula did not know what those words were. So he sat there and waited. He waited for two days, eating food out of the dumpster when he got too hungry. And then he had no choice but to find somewhere to hide during a rainstorm. And so he got lost. At least he thinks he's just lost. He won't admit that he was abandoned two years ago. And even though she was a lowlife who treated him horribly, the scars on his arms and body prove that well enough, he still loves her and wants her badly. So he will go up to people if they seem nice and ask them where his momma went. To which people don't care to reply or reply with something rude, or some give him money or food or try to take him to social services. But he runs and hides. He can't always remember the two words social services, but his momma said they were something bad, so he doesn't like to stick around to find out about them. He wandered deep into the heart of crimson territory and now has their gaze, and their powers. Their abilities come to him unsummoned and are rather out of control. He can hurt people when he doesn't want to, merely because his strength increases. He can see details or hear heartbeats or taste something disgusting, even if he does not want to. He does not know that his eyes are red, but he sees the people with the crimson gaze. They frighten him, and he runs away. He's always running and hiding, like a little mouse.
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Naio Akumiske
Human
8
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: none
Occupation: none
Naio Akumiske is a slight, waif-like boy of eight years with shaggy red hair down to his shoulders and brilliant green eyes. He is just one of many, standing out in his own, individual way, but still blending into the faded background that is the cityscape of Taopleco. Like many in the fallen world, he is alone and forgotten, just one of those children that fate deemed fit to abandon with after toying in his affairs. But Naio is a little different than most. He is not hidden and small and afraid. Rather, he sees it all as some big adventure. He is not scared of anything, which puts him in some horrible predicaments, but somehow, he always gets through. He has a very twisted view of how the world works, as no one ever was around to set him straight. As such, he submits to no authority and believes the world is all some kind of fantasy that he created, something that he owns or rules, and when he thinks like that, he can believe anything he wants to. Naio has been alone for quite some time. He lived on the streets with his older brother since he could remember. But he does not know what happened to that older brother, only that one day, he woke up and his brother was not there anymore. Naio seldom ever feels negative emotions like loneliness or abandonment, sadness or fear, worry or nervousness. He is always positive and staying positive. Life is a game. A game that he decided to play one day and hasn't gotten bored of yet.
Human
8
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: none
Occupation: none
Naio Akumiske is a slight, waif-like boy of eight years with shaggy red hair down to his shoulders and brilliant green eyes. He is just one of many, standing out in his own, individual way, but still blending into the faded background that is the cityscape of Taopleco. Like many in the fallen world, he is alone and forgotten, just one of those children that fate deemed fit to abandon with after toying in his affairs. But Naio is a little different than most. He is not hidden and small and afraid. Rather, he sees it all as some big adventure. He is not scared of anything, which puts him in some horrible predicaments, but somehow, he always gets through. He has a very twisted view of how the world works, as no one ever was around to set him straight. As such, he submits to no authority and believes the world is all some kind of fantasy that he created, something that he owns or rules, and when he thinks like that, he can believe anything he wants to. Naio has been alone for quite some time. He lived on the streets with his older brother since he could remember. But he does not know what happened to that older brother, only that one day, he woke up and his brother was not there anymore. Naio seldom ever feels negative emotions like loneliness or abandonment, sadness or fear, worry or nervousness. He is always positive and staying positive. Life is a game. A game that he decided to play one day and hasn't gotten bored of yet.
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Atreus Bujould
Human
27
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: n/a
Law Enforcement
Black spiky hair, soft to the touch, with hints of light blue in it under certain lighting. All the glossiness of a raven's wing too. His eyes are a gray. A battle-worn, gunmetal, smoky, cloudy, dulled gray with black edges and iron centers. His skin is very pale, giving him a sort of ghostly visage. He is very tall and lean, but everything seems well proportioned. Not lanky by any stretch of the imagination. He has muscle, but its lean, compact, solid. He can hold against bulky, tough men. He weighs nearly nothing, at least to most people. Even some girls have managed to pick him up. He's nimble. Agile. Keeps on his toes. He can move quietly and does so well. Lots of people compare him to shadows and mists when they talk about him, perhaps for the way he moves and how he dresses and his whole grim look, but he really does not like it at all and finds it inaccurate. He has an extraordinary sense of himself, able to do many acrobatic feats most would not dare. He is exceptional at parkour as well, which is very helpful in the field if he needs to pursue someone on foot. He is incredibly fast. Like a bullet. It's hard for any person to keep up with him. Atreus stays quiet and keeps to himself. He won't go out of his way about things unless he really cares about something or someone. As such, he has few acquaintances and fewer friends. He is loyal to the members of his force and will protect them as he is able, but that is the limit of the connection he feels to them. He doesn't have much original thought. He is not a creative or philosophical guy. He does things by the book and refuses adamantly to go outside of it. If the process has been tried and true, then why fight it? He joined a system because he thought it worked, not to rebel. So he does as ordered and completes what is expected of him. Being in law enforcement, he comes across as rather dangerous. One would not want to be on the receiving end of his attacks. He never sees things as gray. It's black or it's white. Mercy is just a weak man's way out of doing his duty in eliminating crime. If there is a perpetrator, it needs to be caught and dealt with. Many times, he will try and engage them just to be able to put them down. He joined a system, but it has become flawed and corrupted in his eyes. Gangs rising. Criminals loose. Of course he feels the need to go beyond certain limits to do what needs to be done. He stays within the laws of course. If he gets them to shoot first or resist, then he is merely reacting to the situation per protocol rather than doing anything wrong. The rest of the force is rather wary of him because of this. He really is a good person, but a lot of people don't see him that way. They see him as this cynical, judgmental, no-nonsense, gun-ho, one-man judge-jury-executioner, and that's all they really ever see him as. But that is all he will really portray, so it's no small wonder that their views of him are limited. Atreus came from a rather broken home, and he can't help but believe it's all his fault. He was the youngest of three brothers, the other two now dead. The middle brother, he accidentally drowned. It was the middle of winter, and he and his brothers were rough housing in a park, when he pushed his brother, and the boy stumbled back onto the frozen lake. The ice broke under him and he went under, never to resurface. They did not find the body till late spring. His parents openly blamed Atreus for it, coming up with dumb reasons and things for why he would do such a thing. His only consolation was his eldest brother, who knew for a fact that it was an accident. His older brother was his only real friend, and they got along very well throughout their childhood and teens. When they were older, they joined the police force together. The eldest died from gunshot wounds while they were breaking up a cartel. Atreus' parents did the whole, "why him and not you?" bit, so he just doesn't see them anymore since the funeral. They wouldn't even let him in to the funeral, which was one of the worst parts of it. He couldn't even really say goodbye properly. He knows now that his parents must have snapped when their first son died, so he does not blame them for their hatred. He just keeps his fingers crossed that maybe one day they will stop this nonsense and welcome him home again. Meantime, he is moving on with his life. But he does miss his mom a lot, and he always sends her things on her birthday and holidays. Currently, he lives alone and stays alone, being the typical lone wolf of the world, but the kind no one ever wonders about. No one knows him and he prefers it that way. He does his job as a part of law enforcement, hangs up his gun, and goes home. He watches TV, reads some books, goes to bed. Wakes up, eats breakfast, works out, then goes to work. And that is his life. Every day. It's monotonous, but it's not over yet, so maybe there is something around the corner that will shake up his world again. Maybe for the better, or maybe for the worst.
DON'T ADD THESE NOTES, they are just random stuff for me :P
- his love languages are gifts and physical contact
- he hates bobble heads. don't ever give him bobble heads O.O
- he will never walk on frozen ice (durr) and he hates the cold/snow/winter
- he likes to sleep on the floor in a corner with lots of blankets no matter the weather and his favorite one is his spiderman quilt
- his favorite animals are huskies
- he used to volunteer at an animal shelter as a teenager. his older brother suggested it as a type of therapy for him
- he had two crushes in highschool but never told anyone (certainly not the girls, he's kind of shy about feelings)
- his little cousin Ellie gave him a Hello Kitty watch when she was three. He started wearing it after she died. Don't tease him about his watch x.x
- he is secretly a HUUUUGE star trek fan. like he went to conventions when he was a kid. his favorite character was Bones
- he likes jazz music
Human
27
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: n/a
Law Enforcement
Black spiky hair, soft to the touch, with hints of light blue in it under certain lighting. All the glossiness of a raven's wing too. His eyes are a gray. A battle-worn, gunmetal, smoky, cloudy, dulled gray with black edges and iron centers. His skin is very pale, giving him a sort of ghostly visage. He is very tall and lean, but everything seems well proportioned. Not lanky by any stretch of the imagination. He has muscle, but its lean, compact, solid. He can hold against bulky, tough men. He weighs nearly nothing, at least to most people. Even some girls have managed to pick him up. He's nimble. Agile. Keeps on his toes. He can move quietly and does so well. Lots of people compare him to shadows and mists when they talk about him, perhaps for the way he moves and how he dresses and his whole grim look, but he really does not like it at all and finds it inaccurate. He has an extraordinary sense of himself, able to do many acrobatic feats most would not dare. He is exceptional at parkour as well, which is very helpful in the field if he needs to pursue someone on foot. He is incredibly fast. Like a bullet. It's hard for any person to keep up with him. Atreus stays quiet and keeps to himself. He won't go out of his way about things unless he really cares about something or someone. As such, he has few acquaintances and fewer friends. He is loyal to the members of his force and will protect them as he is able, but that is the limit of the connection he feels to them. He doesn't have much original thought. He is not a creative or philosophical guy. He does things by the book and refuses adamantly to go outside of it. If the process has been tried and true, then why fight it? He joined a system because he thought it worked, not to rebel. So he does as ordered and completes what is expected of him. Being in law enforcement, he comes across as rather dangerous. One would not want to be on the receiving end of his attacks. He never sees things as gray. It's black or it's white. Mercy is just a weak man's way out of doing his duty in eliminating crime. If there is a perpetrator, it needs to be caught and dealt with. Many times, he will try and engage them just to be able to put them down. He joined a system, but it has become flawed and corrupted in his eyes. Gangs rising. Criminals loose. Of course he feels the need to go beyond certain limits to do what needs to be done. He stays within the laws of course. If he gets them to shoot first or resist, then he is merely reacting to the situation per protocol rather than doing anything wrong. The rest of the force is rather wary of him because of this. He really is a good person, but a lot of people don't see him that way. They see him as this cynical, judgmental, no-nonsense, gun-ho, one-man judge-jury-executioner, and that's all they really ever see him as. But that is all he will really portray, so it's no small wonder that their views of him are limited. Atreus came from a rather broken home, and he can't help but believe it's all his fault. He was the youngest of three brothers, the other two now dead. The middle brother, he accidentally drowned. It was the middle of winter, and he and his brothers were rough housing in a park, when he pushed his brother, and the boy stumbled back onto the frozen lake. The ice broke under him and he went under, never to resurface. They did not find the body till late spring. His parents openly blamed Atreus for it, coming up with dumb reasons and things for why he would do such a thing. His only consolation was his eldest brother, who knew for a fact that it was an accident. His older brother was his only real friend, and they got along very well throughout their childhood and teens. When they were older, they joined the police force together. The eldest died from gunshot wounds while they were breaking up a cartel. Atreus' parents did the whole, "why him and not you?" bit, so he just doesn't see them anymore since the funeral. They wouldn't even let him in to the funeral, which was one of the worst parts of it. He couldn't even really say goodbye properly. He knows now that his parents must have snapped when their first son died, so he does not blame them for their hatred. He just keeps his fingers crossed that maybe one day they will stop this nonsense and welcome him home again. Meantime, he is moving on with his life. But he does miss his mom a lot, and he always sends her things on her birthday and holidays. Currently, he lives alone and stays alone, being the typical lone wolf of the world, but the kind no one ever wonders about. No one knows him and he prefers it that way. He does his job as a part of law enforcement, hangs up his gun, and goes home. He watches TV, reads some books, goes to bed. Wakes up, eats breakfast, works out, then goes to work. And that is his life. Every day. It's monotonous, but it's not over yet, so maybe there is something around the corner that will shake up his world again. Maybe for the better, or maybe for the worst.
DON'T ADD THESE NOTES, they are just random stuff for me :P
- his love languages are gifts and physical contact
- he hates bobble heads. don't ever give him bobble heads O.O
- he will never walk on frozen ice (durr) and he hates the cold/snow/winter
- he likes to sleep on the floor in a corner with lots of blankets no matter the weather and his favorite one is his spiderman quilt
- his favorite animals are huskies
- he used to volunteer at an animal shelter as a teenager. his older brother suggested it as a type of therapy for him
- he had two crushes in highschool but never told anyone (certainly not the girls, he's kind of shy about feelings)
- his little cousin Ellie gave him a Hello Kitty watch when she was three. He started wearing it after she died. Don't tease him about his watch x.x
- he is secretly a HUUUUGE star trek fan. like he went to conventions when he was a kid. his favorite character was Bones
- he likes jazz music
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Caradoc Allerton
Human
20
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: n/a
Occupation: n/a
If you saw a young man in a military uniform, covered in blood, wandering a supposedly lost and abandoned city, what would be your first thought? To run? To attack? To help? Unfortunately, very few ever bother to help. Perhaps they think him to be some madman, living on the brink of mankind's destruction, fighting tooth and nail for survival, lost and afraid and quite likely out of his mind. He shies away from lights and sounds like a hunted stag. He barely sleeps or eats, having little to no time or even resources to do so. He is a mess. And his eyes are all wrong. One glows and the other is dull. Such an odd thing. No wonder most run or fight. He is something quite unknown, and all man ever does is fear the unknown.
Caradoc Allerton was once a fine officer in the military, until he and his squad became trapped in a city that was then made lost. He watched all the men around him die. He was abandoned and alone with freaks of nature that he did not understand. And then he was abandoned by even them, left to roam the empty wastes with no company save the voices in his head.
Human
20
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: n/a
Occupation: n/a
If you saw a young man in a military uniform, covered in blood, wandering a supposedly lost and abandoned city, what would be your first thought? To run? To attack? To help? Unfortunately, very few ever bother to help. Perhaps they think him to be some madman, living on the brink of mankind's destruction, fighting tooth and nail for survival, lost and afraid and quite likely out of his mind. He shies away from lights and sounds like a hunted stag. He barely sleeps or eats, having little to no time or even resources to do so. He is a mess. And his eyes are all wrong. One glows and the other is dull. Such an odd thing. No wonder most run or fight. He is something quite unknown, and all man ever does is fear the unknown.
Caradoc Allerton was once a fine officer in the military, until he and his squad became trapped in a city that was then made lost. He watched all the men around him die. He was abandoned and alone with freaks of nature that he did not understand. And then he was abandoned by even them, left to roam the empty wastes with no company save the voices in his head.
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Lionel "Lio" Temire
Crimson Secondary
Lionel, more often called Lio, like the lion, is usually called a very pretty girl, but there is something eerie about her that makes people not really want to call her beautiful. Maybe its the blood red eyes and the icy, frosted skin, or the whole composition that is her appearance. She has an emotionless, void, poker face that is flawless of all markings, blemishes, and expressions. She stares with a dead look in those frightfully bloody eyes, and if you look away from her then back again, she has moved across the room. It's rather frightening, like something from a horror where if you look away long enough, she'll attack you. She just does not like staying in one place too long. If she notices someone noticing her, she will always stay on a sort of prowl, watching them, waiting, looking at them at every possible angle. She is very careful about people, and treats them all like prey for her to stalk. Lio can never be left alone for too long. She tends to wander a lot, always with this desire to keep on going and doing until someone tells her to stop. She is weak in that way. With no self-motivation or purpose, she seeks powerful figures to fulfill that need, usually Primaries or other Secondaries. She can become rather obsessed with them, but proves to be a great help despite. She isn't clingy or weird, not really. She lets them have their space and avoids being a moon to their planet, but she just likes to be within range where she can see and hear them, know where they are, know if they are in danger or need help. A lot of the others treat her as a sort of bodyguard, a task she takes to very well. It just suits her naturally, so why not assign it a title? She is very loyal and very trustworthy. She would never spill a secret, even at the cost of her own life. And so she has been trusted with quite a few deep and dark ones, as well as secretive, dangerous tasks. Though many seem to call her unnatural, it is her unnatural state that makes her such a unique and useful individual, even if she cannot see it herself. Only the Crimsons who have spent enough time with her ever know her as such. Anyone who doesn't know her just takes her at face value and suggest throwing her in a padded room. What do they really know? They know she tends to talk with lots of big words and kind of this weird mixing of the english language. She can't communicate well at all or really comprehend certain social graces. But it's not truly her fault that she has such issues. She was heavily experimented on when she was younger, so she's not right in the head. The facility was eventually bombed by a so-called terrorist. In truth, it was someone who had lost a lover to the horrible experiments. Without anyone to help him save her, he had bombed the place itself. Lionel was one of the survivors, physically, but mentally, she was still unstable. She wandered a long time, till she met the Crimsons. They recognized her as one of them that they had lost years ago, even if she herself could not remember.
Crimson Secondary
Lionel, more often called Lio, like the lion, is usually called a very pretty girl, but there is something eerie about her that makes people not really want to call her beautiful. Maybe its the blood red eyes and the icy, frosted skin, or the whole composition that is her appearance. She has an emotionless, void, poker face that is flawless of all markings, blemishes, and expressions. She stares with a dead look in those frightfully bloody eyes, and if you look away from her then back again, she has moved across the room. It's rather frightening, like something from a horror where if you look away long enough, she'll attack you. She just does not like staying in one place too long. If she notices someone noticing her, she will always stay on a sort of prowl, watching them, waiting, looking at them at every possible angle. She is very careful about people, and treats them all like prey for her to stalk. Lio can never be left alone for too long. She tends to wander a lot, always with this desire to keep on going and doing until someone tells her to stop. She is weak in that way. With no self-motivation or purpose, she seeks powerful figures to fulfill that need, usually Primaries or other Secondaries. She can become rather obsessed with them, but proves to be a great help despite. She isn't clingy or weird, not really. She lets them have their space and avoids being a moon to their planet, but she just likes to be within range where she can see and hear them, know where they are, know if they are in danger or need help. A lot of the others treat her as a sort of bodyguard, a task she takes to very well. It just suits her naturally, so why not assign it a title? She is very loyal and very trustworthy. She would never spill a secret, even at the cost of her own life. And so she has been trusted with quite a few deep and dark ones, as well as secretive, dangerous tasks. Though many seem to call her unnatural, it is her unnatural state that makes her such a unique and useful individual, even if she cannot see it herself. Only the Crimsons who have spent enough time with her ever know her as such. Anyone who doesn't know her just takes her at face value and suggest throwing her in a padded room. What do they really know? They know she tends to talk with lots of big words and kind of this weird mixing of the english language. She can't communicate well at all or really comprehend certain social graces. But it's not truly her fault that she has such issues. She was heavily experimented on when she was younger, so she's not right in the head. The facility was eventually bombed by a so-called terrorist. In truth, it was someone who had lost a lover to the horrible experiments. Without anyone to help him save her, he had bombed the place itself. Lionel was one of the survivors, physically, but mentally, she was still unstable. She wandered a long time, till she met the Crimsons. They recognized her as one of them that they had lost years ago, even if she herself could not remember.
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Disideri Vaernima
Sapphire Primary (2nd Gen)
Seems to be 25
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: n/a
Disideri Vaernima has shaggy, raven black hair, typically soft and straight. It often falls in his face and gets in his eyes. He cuts it himself rather roughly, often getting a messy look. Also why it has so many layers and seems to be spiky on the ends. He has very fair skin, a strong face, though reportedly handsome, and he exudes a lot of youthfulness. He appears in his mid to late twenties, though who knows what his real age is. He has the Sapphire Chroma Gaze, possessing brilliant blue eyes, like electricity. They really do seem to glow. He also has strange scars on his face and body, like cracks in plaster or veins broken in rock.
Disideri is a relatively laid back young man who takes life as it comes. Though he wants to be the best, his family always finds something flawed in him, possibly because he stands by his own viewpoints and reasons more than he does the whole of the Sapphires. His father often brushes him off as having been tainted by the common humans that he hangs around so much, and so he has pretty much been labeled as a reckless failure, your typical black sheep of the family. But though he holds by his own, he does follow orders in the end. He has that inherent, inborn desire to further the Sapphires and understand their cause. And since he is seen as something lesser, he is quite often treated as such. He's more of a puppet than a puppeteer. A puppet that can't work its own strings, but will often tell you just what it thinks and how it wants to move. Almost like a strong willed dog. He lacks a strong willed dog's determination to disobey though. As time goes by, he's been keeping more and more of his own opinions to himself.
Disideri was born to the children of those who were sent to this world, making him a second generation primary. He does not remember too much of his past, if only because he never adamantly recalls it. He knows that he never got along with his many siblings and that his parents eventually abandoned him to his own fate. He works like any regular chroma in the group, and new members often mistake him as perhaps a secondary chroma. Other members still respect him, but Primaries possess this certain level of disdain. He trained hard in his powers, but relies more on tangible weapons than actual voodooism to get what he wants. Disideri is mostly used to go out into the world and spread the gaze. So he does. He recruits. Or he fights the Reds and Golds. Wherever he is needed most, that is where he is. As such, he seldom comes home unless specifically ordered to.
Sapphire Primary (2nd Gen)
Seems to be 25
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: n/a
Disideri Vaernima has shaggy, raven black hair, typically soft and straight. It often falls in his face and gets in his eyes. He cuts it himself rather roughly, often getting a messy look. Also why it has so many layers and seems to be spiky on the ends. He has very fair skin, a strong face, though reportedly handsome, and he exudes a lot of youthfulness. He appears in his mid to late twenties, though who knows what his real age is. He has the Sapphire Chroma Gaze, possessing brilliant blue eyes, like electricity. They really do seem to glow. He also has strange scars on his face and body, like cracks in plaster or veins broken in rock.
Disideri is a relatively laid back young man who takes life as it comes. Though he wants to be the best, his family always finds something flawed in him, possibly because he stands by his own viewpoints and reasons more than he does the whole of the Sapphires. His father often brushes him off as having been tainted by the common humans that he hangs around so much, and so he has pretty much been labeled as a reckless failure, your typical black sheep of the family. But though he holds by his own, he does follow orders in the end. He has that inherent, inborn desire to further the Sapphires and understand their cause. And since he is seen as something lesser, he is quite often treated as such. He's more of a puppet than a puppeteer. A puppet that can't work its own strings, but will often tell you just what it thinks and how it wants to move. Almost like a strong willed dog. He lacks a strong willed dog's determination to disobey though. As time goes by, he's been keeping more and more of his own opinions to himself.
Disideri was born to the children of those who were sent to this world, making him a second generation primary. He does not remember too much of his past, if only because he never adamantly recalls it. He knows that he never got along with his many siblings and that his parents eventually abandoned him to his own fate. He works like any regular chroma in the group, and new members often mistake him as perhaps a secondary chroma. Other members still respect him, but Primaries possess this certain level of disdain. He trained hard in his powers, but relies more on tangible weapons than actual voodooism to get what he wants. Disideri is mostly used to go out into the world and spread the gaze. So he does. He recruits. Or he fights the Reds and Golds. Wherever he is needed most, that is where he is. As such, he seldom comes home unless specifically ordered to.
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Senri Witcheater
Human
22
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: n/a
Occupation: Scouting Branch, Fight Club Fighter
Senri Witcheater is one of the members of Via Relay Chain's Scouting Branch. Though typically considered cynical and aloof, he does his job well. He can work in a team even though he doesn't get close to people. A lot of his coworkers doubt him or detest him, but he proves his worth, and that's all that really matters in the end. Very few people ever try to get close, and sometimes they're rewarded. Senri only lets a few ones in, but even then, he still has this deeper, inner circle that is hidden away that none have ever crossed. It's hard to believe that once upon a time there was a happy-go-lucky kid inside this cold, dead shell. He used to never let anything get him down, but like a stone against rough weather, he was eventually worn down over the years into this. Whatever this is. This person who does not smile, lacks any sense of humor, and refuses to come out of his shell. He does not open up about things. He avoids showing emotions and silently abhors emotional people. He can listen and nod to those who want to spill their guts, but he simply files the information away into some remote corner of his brain without ever taking things to heart, no matter how cruel or devastating one's past or feelings might be.He does not get emotionally attached to things. Occasionally he is seen with animals, but that seems to be the extent of his friendships. People may call themselves his friends, and perhaps they chip away at his shell, but he can drop them like hot potatoes if need be. If there's something really good about Senri, it is his trustworthiness. It could be seen as a bad thing to some. He is a locked chest when it comes to keeping secrets. He would never tell anyone anything about other people. He does not deal in information, so he feels no need to share it. His only job is to fight and kill and serve and protect. So secrets are safe with him. He will take them all to his grave. He also has never broken a promise, and he holds to their fulfillment as rigidly as he holds tight to any secrets he bears. Senri was formed through a life of abandonment and worthlessness. Senri was sold into child slavery when he was four since his parents couldn't afford to keep him anymore. He did manual labor in several factories till the age of thirteen when he was put in one of the Fight Clubs. At age eighteen, he joined up with the Scouting Branch of his own volition, making a deal with the Fight Club owner in order to get a chance to break away fully from their clutches.
Human
22
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: n/a
Occupation: Scouting Branch, Fight Club Fighter
Senri Witcheater is one of the members of Via Relay Chain's Scouting Branch. Though typically considered cynical and aloof, he does his job well. He can work in a team even though he doesn't get close to people. A lot of his coworkers doubt him or detest him, but he proves his worth, and that's all that really matters in the end. Very few people ever try to get close, and sometimes they're rewarded. Senri only lets a few ones in, but even then, he still has this deeper, inner circle that is hidden away that none have ever crossed. It's hard to believe that once upon a time there was a happy-go-lucky kid inside this cold, dead shell. He used to never let anything get him down, but like a stone against rough weather, he was eventually worn down over the years into this. Whatever this is. This person who does not smile, lacks any sense of humor, and refuses to come out of his shell. He does not open up about things. He avoids showing emotions and silently abhors emotional people. He can listen and nod to those who want to spill their guts, but he simply files the information away into some remote corner of his brain without ever taking things to heart, no matter how cruel or devastating one's past or feelings might be.He does not get emotionally attached to things. Occasionally he is seen with animals, but that seems to be the extent of his friendships. People may call themselves his friends, and perhaps they chip away at his shell, but he can drop them like hot potatoes if need be. If there's something really good about Senri, it is his trustworthiness. It could be seen as a bad thing to some. He is a locked chest when it comes to keeping secrets. He would never tell anyone anything about other people. He does not deal in information, so he feels no need to share it. His only job is to fight and kill and serve and protect. So secrets are safe with him. He will take them all to his grave. He also has never broken a promise, and he holds to their fulfillment as rigidly as he holds tight to any secrets he bears. Senri was formed through a life of abandonment and worthlessness. Senri was sold into child slavery when he was four since his parents couldn't afford to keep him anymore. He did manual labor in several factories till the age of thirteen when he was put in one of the Fight Clubs. At age eighteen, he joined up with the Scouting Branch of his own volition, making a deal with the Fight Club owner in order to get a chance to break away fully from their clutches.
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Scipio Lyrute
Human
16
Occupation: n/a
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: everyone
Everyone knows who Scipio is. He's always hanging around everybody all the time. If you haven't met him yet, then you probably live under a rock. At least everyone's heard of him. Maybe not his full name, maybe just as the weird kid who asks a lot of questions and knows something about everything, but either way, he gets around enough to be a celebrity without the fans. He is a street smart kid who lives in the dorms at school. He is always going somewhere, so it's hard to keep him still for very long. If he wants to talk to you, he'll come find you. And he always knows how to. If ever somebody asks him how he does what he does or knows what he knows, he merely shrugs and replies with: "I have my ways." That's his answer to anything and everything. He seems to know plenty about the dealings of others, but no one really knows what the deal is with him.
Scipio is an information broker. And a very, very efficient one at that. He mostly deals his information over the internet with a variety of cover names and false organizations. He gathers information from the people he befriends and stores it in his personal library, being a series of catalogs and notebooks that he writes in one of his many personally invented coded languages, that he then studies as often as possible to commit it to a permanent photographic memory.
Scipio is a child genius when it comes to words and languages. Music, he is too, but he does not utilize or develop it as much as his other skills. He has invented several languages of his own which he uses to turn all his information into code. That way no one can steal the information that he has accumulated and can actually go out and sell it as he pleases without fear of its theft. Scipio has tons of information on the workings of the different factions and organizations throughout the city as well as the different chromas. He has managed to avoid becoming a chroma because he keeps out of their proximity for extended periods of time.
Human
16
Occupation: n/a
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: everyone
Everyone knows who Scipio is. He's always hanging around everybody all the time. If you haven't met him yet, then you probably live under a rock. At least everyone's heard of him. Maybe not his full name, maybe just as the weird kid who asks a lot of questions and knows something about everything, but either way, he gets around enough to be a celebrity without the fans. He is a street smart kid who lives in the dorms at school. He is always going somewhere, so it's hard to keep him still for very long. If he wants to talk to you, he'll come find you. And he always knows how to. If ever somebody asks him how he does what he does or knows what he knows, he merely shrugs and replies with: "I have my ways." That's his answer to anything and everything. He seems to know plenty about the dealings of others, but no one really knows what the deal is with him.
Scipio is an information broker. And a very, very efficient one at that. He mostly deals his information over the internet with a variety of cover names and false organizations. He gathers information from the people he befriends and stores it in his personal library, being a series of catalogs and notebooks that he writes in one of his many personally invented coded languages, that he then studies as often as possible to commit it to a permanent photographic memory.
Scipio is a child genius when it comes to words and languages. Music, he is too, but he does not utilize or develop it as much as his other skills. He has invented several languages of his own which he uses to turn all his information into code. That way no one can steal the information that he has accumulated and can actually go out and sell it as he pleases without fear of its theft. Scipio has tons of information on the workings of the different factions and organizations throughout the city as well as the different chromas. He has managed to avoid becoming a chroma because he keeps out of their proximity for extended periods of time.
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Avox Keenan Featherfoot
Sapphire Tertiary
Avox is a crazy kid. He's always under foot, always getting into trouble, and always up to the most random of things. More than once, he's been seen trying to adopt 'an army of squirrels' and build contraptions on the roof of his ramshackle home that he swears will eventually become fully functioning, retractable gliders. He's creative and determined enough to do anything, but everyone thinks he's just a waste of space. He never does anything practical and won't sit down and learn in school. He's the goofy kid in the background that everyone ignores and doesn't want to be around, but also the goofy kid that everyone laughs at when he does something stupid or silly.
Avox was never anywhere near Sapphire Chroma territory yet he has become one of them nonetheless. It wasn't by any desire of his own or any conscious thought. Nor was it being in the wrong place at the wrong time, at least where the Chroma bit is concerned. Avox Featherfoot lived far away on the edge of the planet's rifts where chaos, immorality, and crime were at their highest. He lived there with his kid brother, the both of them little orphan rats in one of a hundred different gutters. His brother died one day, and Avox was soon to follow. But perhaps destiny or maybe luck brought a certain someone to Avox. This someone saved him. Took him to the city of Taopleco. It was when Avox woke up that he realized he was no longer in the gutters, and also that he was no longer himself. His eyes glowed a brilliant blue.
Sapphire Tertiary
Avox is a crazy kid. He's always under foot, always getting into trouble, and always up to the most random of things. More than once, he's been seen trying to adopt 'an army of squirrels' and build contraptions on the roof of his ramshackle home that he swears will eventually become fully functioning, retractable gliders. He's creative and determined enough to do anything, but everyone thinks he's just a waste of space. He never does anything practical and won't sit down and learn in school. He's the goofy kid in the background that everyone ignores and doesn't want to be around, but also the goofy kid that everyone laughs at when he does something stupid or silly.
Avox was never anywhere near Sapphire Chroma territory yet he has become one of them nonetheless. It wasn't by any desire of his own or any conscious thought. Nor was it being in the wrong place at the wrong time, at least where the Chroma bit is concerned. Avox Featherfoot lived far away on the edge of the planet's rifts where chaos, immorality, and crime were at their highest. He lived there with his kid brother, the both of them little orphan rats in one of a hundred different gutters. His brother died one day, and Avox was soon to follow. But perhaps destiny or maybe luck brought a certain someone to Avox. This someone saved him. Took him to the city of Taopleco. It was when Avox woke up that he realized he was no longer in the gutters, and also that he was no longer himself. His eyes glowed a brilliant blue.
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Altair Nyvelion Frost
unknown / City Dweller
On and on he goes. Where he'll end up, nobody knows.
Altair Nyvelion Frost. Mostly known as Frost if ever known at all. He is the sort of thing you fear with the fear of the unknown. He is just that. Unknown. A little creature in the background that looks human but soulless to a fault. And maybe it has to do with the ruin of this planet and those strange tears that fell from the heavens. Or maybe it has everything to with the simple fact that Altair Nyvelion Frost exists to destroy the existences of others.
unknown / City Dweller
On and on he goes. Where he'll end up, nobody knows.
Altair Nyvelion Frost. Mostly known as Frost if ever known at all. He is the sort of thing you fear with the fear of the unknown. He is just that. Unknown. A little creature in the background that looks human but soulless to a fault. And maybe it has to do with the ruin of this planet and those strange tears that fell from the heavens. Or maybe it has everything to with the simple fact that Altair Nyvelion Frost exists to destroy the existences of others.
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Slade Syriarlieu
Human
17
Occupation: n/a
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: everyone
(he is not a crimson chroma yet. ignore the eyes for now please)
Not much can be said about Slade. He flits here and there like a shadow or a ghost. He leaves hardly any trail of his existence. A nudge of a book here, a disturbance of dust there, a slightly crooked tapestry... This is either the saddest of creatures or the deadliest of enemies, for what could be more pathetic than a tragic figure invisible to the world or more fearful than a villain who cannot be seen or heard?
Slade is slight, skinny, and soft. He looks younger than he really is and exudes the word "fragile" like it's everybody's business. If you passed him on the street, you probably would not notice. If you took a good look, you would probably wonder how he is alive. He looks like he could be blown over or crumble to dust at any second. He stares at the ground and is stooped over and so curled inward that he looks like he is caving in from some weight too great on his small shoulders. The first thing people typically think or even ask is, "Is he going to... die? Right now? Just drop dead in front of me?"
"No. But you might."
The weakness is not entirely a front. Slade is fragile in many ways, but in confrontation, he is not. Slade is a top fighter in one of the city's most exclusive Fight Clubs. Codenamed, "Saber", Slade is deadly wicked with a sword. He fights in special challenges that pit armed opponents against each other. He can carve a man into well butchered chunks with hardly breaking a sweat. His typical look throws many off guard. Only those who stay alert and wary can ever come close to surviving in combat against him. He just moves so fast.
While combat is his forte, living surely is not. He cannot function on a day to day basis and posses an extremely paranoid yet eerily childlike persona.
Human
17
Occupation: n/a
Kin: n/a
Affiliations: everyone
(he is not a crimson chroma yet. ignore the eyes for now please)
Not much can be said about Slade. He flits here and there like a shadow or a ghost. He leaves hardly any trail of his existence. A nudge of a book here, a disturbance of dust there, a slightly crooked tapestry... This is either the saddest of creatures or the deadliest of enemies, for what could be more pathetic than a tragic figure invisible to the world or more fearful than a villain who cannot be seen or heard?
Slade is slight, skinny, and soft. He looks younger than he really is and exudes the word "fragile" like it's everybody's business. If you passed him on the street, you probably would not notice. If you took a good look, you would probably wonder how he is alive. He looks like he could be blown over or crumble to dust at any second. He stares at the ground and is stooped over and so curled inward that he looks like he is caving in from some weight too great on his small shoulders. The first thing people typically think or even ask is, "Is he going to... die? Right now? Just drop dead in front of me?"
"No. But you might."
The weakness is not entirely a front. Slade is fragile in many ways, but in confrontation, he is not. Slade is a top fighter in one of the city's most exclusive Fight Clubs. Codenamed, "Saber", Slade is deadly wicked with a sword. He fights in special challenges that pit armed opponents against each other. He can carve a man into well butchered chunks with hardly breaking a sweat. His typical look throws many off guard. Only those who stay alert and wary can ever come close to surviving in combat against him. He just moves so fast.
While combat is his forte, living surely is not. He cannot function on a day to day basis and posses an extremely paranoid yet eerily childlike persona.
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Lyze
Monochrome
Monochrome
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Sapphire Primary
Sapphire Primary
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Moss Darling
Golden Tertiary
Golden Tertiary
Eirene Dia Vulpe
Crimson Chroma Primary I can't rely on a single thing. I can't believe in a single thing. If at least I had a dream, I would be saved. My fate that rains down Fills up both of my hands. But my hands alone are not enough. Before it overflows... Accept me, support me, Even if just a little, I can make a tomorrow that you are able to believe That there is no such thing as a world without meaning. I won't give up anymore. The eternity that will never happen again Falls through the cracks Now "zoetrope" by yanagi nagi |
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the most beautiful of all?
Mortal, Mortal before the wall
Eirene is the fairest of them all
Not entirely true, but there are few to contest it upon seeing the beauty that is Eirene Dia Vulpe, the great Crimson Primary. Though her beauty is probably what is more noticeable, but what she is and what she does is a little more surprising. She is a cruel, cold hearted warrior who gains ground for her people by killing those who do not bear the chroma of Crimson. That is all that precedes her: beauty and ruthlessness.
Eirene is a very slim, striking young lady with long, wavy black hair and startling red eyes with thick, black lashes. Her skin is soft and flawless, the color creamy, golden-bronze. She often adorns herself in simple clothes to better show off her own beauty; no finer adornment than that. None know her age, but she is no girl. She must at least be nineteen. She will not divulge her age, nor any numbers related to her such as height and weight. She seems light for she has such grace and poise as is fitting a ballerina or a cat, but when weight, she is heavy, for muscle weighs much more than fat after all, and she has hardly any of the latter on her strong bones.
She is without mercy, as said, cold and cruel with a heart made of stone. All that beauty is wasted on a wraith like her. She finds no joy or satisfaction in anything. She acts with the purpose only to expand her people and dominate the planet, creating a single, unified nation of Crimson. Crimson, after all, is the color she would see rise, and the streets will bathe in blood to satisfy that goal.
Who is the most beautiful of all?
Mortal, Mortal before the wall
Eirene is the fairest of them all
Not entirely true, but there are few to contest it upon seeing the beauty that is Eirene Dia Vulpe, the great Crimson Primary. Though her beauty is probably what is more noticeable, but what she is and what she does is a little more surprising. She is a cruel, cold hearted warrior who gains ground for her people by killing those who do not bear the chroma of Crimson. That is all that precedes her: beauty and ruthlessness.
Eirene is a very slim, striking young lady with long, wavy black hair and startling red eyes with thick, black lashes. Her skin is soft and flawless, the color creamy, golden-bronze. She often adorns herself in simple clothes to better show off her own beauty; no finer adornment than that. None know her age, but she is no girl. She must at least be nineteen. She will not divulge her age, nor any numbers related to her such as height and weight. She seems light for she has such grace and poise as is fitting a ballerina or a cat, but when weight, she is heavy, for muscle weighs much more than fat after all, and she has hardly any of the latter on her strong bones.
She is without mercy, as said, cold and cruel with a heart made of stone. All that beauty is wasted on a wraith like her. She finds no joy or satisfaction in anything. She acts with the purpose only to expand her people and dominate the planet, creating a single, unified nation of Crimson. Crimson, after all, is the color she would see rise, and the streets will bathe in blood to satisfy that goal.
L'aquari Hero Tartarus
Sapphire Chroma Secondary Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away Where innocence is burned in flames A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead I'm frozen to the bones, I am... A soldier on my own, I don't know the way I'm riding up the heights of shame I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest I'm ready for the fight and fate "iron" by woodkid |
L'Aquari is a very interesting sort of person. To describe him based on the color of his chroma, blue, would be wrong. A better way to describe him would be to liken him to ice. He's a cold, brutal person without any real regard for others or their feelings. All save one: the Primary. He cares just enough. He is very adaptable to circumstances and surroundings, but his adaptations happen instantly and are very structured, clear cut, rigid, and unbreakable until he needs to adapt again. He does not bend or sway easily, and to bend or sway at all requires much effort.
L'Aquari's past is an obscure one. They know he is a Secondary, but the nature of his parents or family is unknown. He showed up in Taopleco one day, just out of the blue. One circumstance led to another, and he sacrificed his life for the Primary. Five times. Or would have, but with the abilities of the chromas attending him as the Primary's thanks, he pulled through. Eventually, his courage was permanently rewarded with a position within their group. There is not much else known about L'Aquari, save he was once engaged. No one knows to whom or are aware she died, but the details are drowned in rumor and misleading information, so nothing has ever been discovered.
L'Aquari's past is an obscure one. They know he is a Secondary, but the nature of his parents or family is unknown. He showed up in Taopleco one day, just out of the blue. One circumstance led to another, and he sacrificed his life for the Primary. Five times. Or would have, but with the abilities of the chromas attending him as the Primary's thanks, he pulled through. Eventually, his courage was permanently rewarded with a position within their group. There is not much else known about L'Aquari, save he was once engaged. No one knows to whom or are aware she died, but the details are drowned in rumor and misleading information, so nothing has ever been discovered.
Liberty Valiance Duhasstmich
Crimson Chroma Secondary Why do you try so hard to fight All the pieces of your life Do you think it's right? Do you sleep at night? Do you dream in black and white? Let me know the reasons why It's in your sights I'll stand before you bleeding One more time One last time "black and white" by echoes the fall |
Most people cringe or grow envious of those with the fated sub-header of 'being born with a silver spoon in their mouth'. On hearing the words 'Primary Child' in the same sentence as Liberty Duhasstmich, and any and all assumptions of grander and pampering and babying are sure to flood in. He's a Primary Child, one born with chroma and the powers that come with it. His parents are Primaries. His family is powerful. His life will be protected for the benefit of the Crimsons.
Those assumptions are wrong.
Liberty doesn't really remember those days that his parents called 'The Event'. It's their way of not talking about it, and by not talking about it, it only regressed further into Liberty's mind until he forgot it almost entirely.
He does, however, search for an answer as to why everything he sees is in black and white.
When Liberty was not much more than a toddler at two years old, he was kidnapped by a Monochrome who had a specific grudge against Liberty's father. The details are rather sketchy as to what this grudge entailed, but it had something to do with the Monochrome being betrayed by Liberty's father, and then the final blow being that the Monochrome's true love wound up being the traitor's wife, or Liberty's mother, as it were. So for revenge, the Monochrome took Liberty away from them and kept him locked away from the eyes of the world for seven years.
During that time, the Monochrome stole Liberty's powers. The Monochrome had some inkling of a soul and swore not to kill Liberty until he turned fourteen. Killing toddlers was not something the Monochrome was willing to do, apparently. Liberty never made it to fourteen while in captivity. When he was nine years old, he was rescued. It was all rather rushed and hushed up about. He was brought back to health. His powers were restored. He was reunited with his parents. The memories of those years were eventually forced to the back of his mind, never to rise up again. But still he knows there is something wrong. Something happened to him, and he can't understand what it is. He sees in black and white. He dreams in black and white. When his parents died, he lost the one thing holding him steady. He is losing himself. Losing it to the void inside him that is sucking away everything that tormented and destroyed him. It's ruining him. Sometimes, he wakes up forgetting who and what he is. He sleepwalks and sleeptalks. He sees things that aren't there. He hears things that aren't there. He feels things that aren't touching him. Is he going mad? Only time can tell. Only time.
Those assumptions are wrong.
Liberty doesn't really remember those days that his parents called 'The Event'. It's their way of not talking about it, and by not talking about it, it only regressed further into Liberty's mind until he forgot it almost entirely.
He does, however, search for an answer as to why everything he sees is in black and white.
When Liberty was not much more than a toddler at two years old, he was kidnapped by a Monochrome who had a specific grudge against Liberty's father. The details are rather sketchy as to what this grudge entailed, but it had something to do with the Monochrome being betrayed by Liberty's father, and then the final blow being that the Monochrome's true love wound up being the traitor's wife, or Liberty's mother, as it were. So for revenge, the Monochrome took Liberty away from them and kept him locked away from the eyes of the world for seven years.
During that time, the Monochrome stole Liberty's powers. The Monochrome had some inkling of a soul and swore not to kill Liberty until he turned fourteen. Killing toddlers was not something the Monochrome was willing to do, apparently. Liberty never made it to fourteen while in captivity. When he was nine years old, he was rescued. It was all rather rushed and hushed up about. He was brought back to health. His powers were restored. He was reunited with his parents. The memories of those years were eventually forced to the back of his mind, never to rise up again. But still he knows there is something wrong. Something happened to him, and he can't understand what it is. He sees in black and white. He dreams in black and white. When his parents died, he lost the one thing holding him steady. He is losing himself. Losing it to the void inside him that is sucking away everything that tormented and destroyed him. It's ruining him. Sometimes, he wakes up forgetting who and what he is. He sleepwalks and sleeptalks. He sees things that aren't there. He hears things that aren't there. He feels things that aren't touching him. Is he going mad? Only time can tell. Only time.
Mandolin Stellaluna Harvest
Golden Chroma Secondary Deep inside me there are things that I have never told they burn inside me and now I need to know Why are you trying to take everything away from me? Well I'm begging you. I'm here with nothing left to show Cause since the day you left me I have been so alone And now we're left with broken promises My heart can't take no more And now we're left with broken promises My mind has had enough "broken promises" by element eighty |
A little gypsy nomad without a true clue as to the inner workings of the chroma world, she is one of the few accidentally turned chromas. A Golden to be exact. Her once beautiful, leafy colored eyes are now rich and swirling with the color of the sun. Her hair is a golden green color, like the forests she knows so well. Nature is her friend after all. But now she lurks around the city, searching for someone to explain the strange powers she has discovered the ability to wield. She heard stories of course, of the strange sightings and happenings within the city, but she never witnessed them for herself or fully understood what they meant. Not till she came into the city of course.
Mandolin doesn't belong in the city. Never has and never will. She is a free spirit, not to be confined by skyscrapers and street lights. Yes, the world is plunged in darkness for most of the day, but she doesn't mind. She likes the pure darkness and the glimpses of the night sky through the rifts in the clouds. She is happy under the open sky and on the open world. She is free. But good things come to an end. Hers ended sooner than she expected when the love of her life left her, abandoning her to her own fate. Now she searches the city for him, and hopes to also find the answers to her hundred and one questions.
Mandolin doesn't belong in the city. Never has and never will. She is a free spirit, not to be confined by skyscrapers and street lights. Yes, the world is plunged in darkness for most of the day, but she doesn't mind. She likes the pure darkness and the glimpses of the night sky through the rifts in the clouds. She is happy under the open sky and on the open world. She is free. But good things come to an end. Hers ended sooner than she expected when the love of her life left her, abandoning her to her own fate. Now she searches the city for him, and hopes to also find the answers to her hundred and one questions.
Mariel is that kind of boy that doesn't fit. He is so out of place, so bizarre and undefinable, that to ry and understand him could be quite the endeavor. He acts without reason and lives, literally, for the moment. He has no ties, no bounds, nothing can hold him back or bog him down. He can't be stopped. Can't be detered. It's almost as if he can't be killed.
And he lives and breathes such an existence. He fills his days with bizarre wonders and lives every moment as if it's a treasure. He follows no rules and believes nothing yet everything. He says he found the truth to existence, but he doesn't seem to be able to explain it. He'll just smile.
Mariel is a teenager, probably younger than sixteen or just that. He is skinny and tall with straight black hair that falls in his face, pale skin, and red eyes. He is always expressing creativity through writing and art, and always filling his mind with music.
And he lives and breathes such an existence. He fills his days with bizarre wonders and lives every moment as if it's a treasure. He follows no rules and believes nothing yet everything. He says he found the truth to existence, but he doesn't seem to be able to explain it. He'll just smile.
Mariel is a teenager, probably younger than sixteen or just that. He is skinny and tall with straight black hair that falls in his face, pale skin, and red eyes. He is always expressing creativity through writing and art, and always filling his mind with music.
Payton Arachne Miles
City Dweller I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted Surrender to nothing, or give up what I Started and stopped it, from end to beginning A new day is coming, and I am finally free Run away, run away, I'll attack Run away, run away, go chase yourself Run away, run away, now I'll attack I'll attack, I'll attack I would have kept you, forever, but we had to sever It ended for both of us, faster than a Kill off this thinking, it's starting to sink in I'm losing control now, and without you I can finally see "attack" by thirty seconds to mars |
Trouble, not Arachne, should be Payton Miles' middle name. Not because she's always finding trouble, but because trouble is always finding her. She thinks it's a gift rather than a curse. With a spirit for adventure, she braves every challenge that comes her way with gusto and flair, and then, when the days get dull, she goes out hunting for it, waiting for it to pounce upon her.
Payton Arachne Miles is a mercenary and a bounty hunter. She does any job if you've got the money, though every now and then, she'll snag a deal free of charge. It's hard to tell where her greed ends and her passion begins, and vice versa. She has all the brawn of a mercenary but more wit than can be good for her. She's been in league with too many higher ups and sabotaged another few. She doesn't care how great the risk, and it's been sink or swim since the day she decided to get into the business: at a smacking fifteen years old that is. Now twenty-three, she's moved on from petty crimes and silly quests to bigger and badder things. She loves the life and craves instability. Where she came from, she was a military brat. Her dad was always going here and there, and she had to follow him, having no place to call home since her mother abandoned her and her father lacked any relatives. But then her father wound up on a mission that shouldn't have been. To keep him silenced, the government came after him. They fled for years till they were finally seperated. She was fourteen then, and as said, by fifteen, she decided to make her own way through the world and utilize what she knew of guns and weapons ad strength to build a life for herself. She's done it. Not a typical life that a young adult should have built, but she loves the thrills and the chills, and that's all that really matters, isn't it.
Payton is of average height with a very muscular build. She has long gray hair and bright hazel eyes of the green-blue kind. She is tough and rough, with calloused hands and feet and a fair share of scars splattering her body. She keeps herself in top notch condition to always be prepared for anything.
Payton Arachne Miles is a mercenary and a bounty hunter. She does any job if you've got the money, though every now and then, she'll snag a deal free of charge. It's hard to tell where her greed ends and her passion begins, and vice versa. She has all the brawn of a mercenary but more wit than can be good for her. She's been in league with too many higher ups and sabotaged another few. She doesn't care how great the risk, and it's been sink or swim since the day she decided to get into the business: at a smacking fifteen years old that is. Now twenty-three, she's moved on from petty crimes and silly quests to bigger and badder things. She loves the life and craves instability. Where she came from, she was a military brat. Her dad was always going here and there, and she had to follow him, having no place to call home since her mother abandoned her and her father lacked any relatives. But then her father wound up on a mission that shouldn't have been. To keep him silenced, the government came after him. They fled for years till they were finally seperated. She was fourteen then, and as said, by fifteen, she decided to make her own way through the world and utilize what she knew of guns and weapons ad strength to build a life for herself. She's done it. Not a typical life that a young adult should have built, but she loves the thrills and the chills, and that's all that really matters, isn't it.
Payton is of average height with a very muscular build. She has long gray hair and bright hazel eyes of the green-blue kind. She is tough and rough, with calloused hands and feet and a fair share of scars splattering her body. She keeps herself in top notch condition to always be prepared for anything.
Tiernan Murtagh Byrne
Golden Chroma Tertiary Can you feel it in the air? Oh he was locked inside a room without a door His innocence he suffered for In a world of black and white, they were wrong and he was right Just looking for a clue, it's a nightmare come true He's going underground to track that danger down You hear footsteps in the night, see shadows on the wall And the ghostly sound of silence, as the mist begins to fall Then a scream rang out like thunder, but the lightning was too late As the rain came down on the crimson ground It was the hand of fate "billy's got a gun" by def leppard |
Tiernan isn't the sort of person you want to associate with or face off against. His past was a cruel one and his future is as bright as a black hole. He willingly gave himself over to the Golden chromas for his own personal gain. They use him as they will, but his own sadist desires must be quelled before he can function properly. He is addicted to death, addicted so that he will sleep in graveyards, raid morgues, and kill anyone who is around him when in a bad mood. Nothing can satisfy his urges except the sight of light fading from wide eyes and the feel of a body going limp and cold in his arms. Guns won't do. Guns are too clean, too quick. He must be up close, breathing down the necks of his prey before he can offer them their solace. But just as the rush comes, so it fades, and he finds himself hungrier than before.
The Golden chromas are desperate to control him. Not all of their desires demand bloodshed, but that is his only use. He doesn't think rationally, doesn't have the ability to be bargained with. It is kill or no kill, and if the kill is denied him, he must be given something.
Tiernan is nineteen years old, but looks older for his age. He has strawberry blonde hair mixed with a light brown that is straight and reaches past his shoulders. He is pale and covered in scars. He usually bandages his arms to hide the terrible marks he makes there.
Tiernan is a danger to others and himself. He knows that if he isn't controlled, he will be terminated, but he doesn't seem to care. maybe it would be better for everyone if he was destroyed.
The Golden chromas are desperate to control him. Not all of their desires demand bloodshed, but that is his only use. He doesn't think rationally, doesn't have the ability to be bargained with. It is kill or no kill, and if the kill is denied him, he must be given something.
Tiernan is nineteen years old, but looks older for his age. He has strawberry blonde hair mixed with a light brown that is straight and reaches past his shoulders. He is pale and covered in scars. He usually bandages his arms to hide the terrible marks he makes there.
Tiernan is a danger to others and himself. He knows that if he isn't controlled, he will be terminated, but he doesn't seem to care. maybe it would be better for everyone if he was destroyed.