Will be in as soon as I get my s*** together.

Dear Whim.

I love your character. That is all.

<3 Kiki

Thanks <3

C-can I join?

Character Profile
User Name: THoT
Character Name: Miles Damien

Appearance: Disheveled and grim looking, Miles has always looked very old for his age. His dark eyes on his bright skin convey his true nature. Always a non-sleeper, bags are constant. Scars on his lip and to the left side of his left eye are due to his like for fights. Dark, long hair and some patches of grey on both his head and chin. He is fairly built, and his skin color is white, whiter than normal people's. His shirt is a dark one, with a white hoody (unzipped) over the top. Jeans are his favorite kind of pants, with a run-of the mill belt and shoes.

Age: 29

Personality: Miles is a very aggressive and destructive person. He knows how to play on people's negative emotions to get what he wants from them. He loves a good fight, and can be extremely violent and sadistic. Despite this, he knows he has these flaws, but doesn't try to do anything about them. He has alot of guilt that is below the surface.

Biography: Born and raised in the Odin district, his father lived at home and was constantly drunk. His mother had passed away before he could remember, he assumed it was due to his father's drunken outbursts. When he was 5, his dad married another woman. She was fairly weak mentally, and surprisingly frail. He always saw his father beat her night after night, but Miles never stepped in. He lived alone with that until he was 10. That's when his sister was born. Her name was Dalia. Miles always thought of her as his full sister, even though she was half-related.

5 years later, after his father nearly killed Miles' stepmother, Miles knew it was enough. Taking Dalia with him, Miles ran into the night, and tried to find any kind of shelter. This is the Odin district, mind you, and the streets were not safe for either of them. Finding shelter amongst some caring homeless, Miles fell into the world of drugs. Not taking drugs, he knew what intoxication would do to his only family, but he knew he needed money. So he chose to buy and sell drugs from various crime syndicates . Without the money, Miles knew his sister would not survive. Their father didn't even care about them running away.

All Miles knew was to sell drugs and pay for Dalia. Dalia never knew about this. When she was old enough, Miles had saved enough money for her to be sent to a boarding school in the Liberty district. She was the only thing that kept him sane, but sending her there was the best thing for her. Miles fell into a downward spiral after that. Always getting into fights and muggings. He always managed to scrape enough money for her.

12 Years later, Miles is now 29 and living on his own in a small apartment in Odin District, and Dalia has just finished boarding school and is on her way home to see Miles. Dalia knocks on Miles' apartment door. The blade of fate swings down like a knife upon the scene. A hit and run on Miles was planned, but instead, they hit Dalia. Miles runs outside, only to find his dying sister in his arms. "No..NO", he screams, and wishes that he was shot instead.
The wish came true.
Dalia's wound healed, and a wound appeared on Miles' body. Dalia is in a state of shock, and Miles is now bleeding profusely. Remembering he has some drugs in his pocket, he quickly takes some.
His wound also heals, and lucky for him, he doesn't have bullets in him..

Miles crawls back to Dalia, who is literally frozen in shock. Being shot and then seeing her own brother for the first time in years getting shot must have been too much for her. Miles screams for help but is met by deaf ears. Dalia has died of shock, despite Miles' efforts to protect her.

Weeks later, at Dalia's funeral, Miles delivers a eulogy to the very large crowd. He never knew she had so many friends at her school. Returning home, he goes into an existential crisis. The only person he ever loved was dead. She was his whole reason for living. His thoughts turned to anger, at how he wasn't able to protect her, and then into rage towards her murderers.

He now sets off, leaving nothing and noone behind in his quest for revenge.

Weapon(s): Switchblade

Current Item(s): Money, regenerative drugs made by the crime syndicate he works for. They have terrible side effects but heal the user of any wounds.

Mental Ability?: Therapath.

Skill: Knows the street, and can handle himself in a fight

k people post in here that you're still in (or would like to be in) and I'll kill off everyone else. I worked too hard on this to go down without a fight.

Attempt to revive number 2!


Also gonna make a summary of events >.> Just so we all know what the hell is going on.

I need to teach anya

of course i'm still in it
how many times have i b**** at you to finish it
i think two times

Wow, this is new. And by new, I mean old.
I'll take a look at it soon.

Also bestiary is up...

I'm still in. For real this time.

hi

Make it a good death.

ehhhhhhh still in once I figure out what's goin on

User Name: Live Grenade
Character Name: Matthias Willard

Appearance: Standing a meager five foot seven, Matthias is strangely short for someone of his lineage. Like most where he is from, he is built strong and lean from the struggle of trying to survive in a world that has long since left them behind. He is far from emaciated, however, as his peculiar line of work means that he is never wanting for something to eat. He wears only a jacket and pants made from deer pelt, messily painted with shades of green and brown. Though a fashion nightmare, the outfit was both comfortable and functional, and Matt couldn't possibly ask for more. He prefers not to wear boots or shoes, however, as they make too much noise traversing the debris-ridden jungle floor (yeah, none of that commune with nature s***). Decades of practicing this habit have turned the soles of his feet into a leathery layer of skin anyhow. Though he spends a vast majority of his time outdoors, Willard's complexion is still average as he tends to stick to the shady forests. His disheveled, sandy hair is cut short and uneven, likely the result of insisting on cutting it himself. As with the majority of his people, his eyes are a deep brown, scarcely distinguishable from black. His long, slender nose is crooked from being broken on multiple occasions, and his cheek bones and brow ridge are slightly pronounced. Matt bears a few scars from several hunting accidents and a few skirmishes, but his face remains untouched. You know, except for his nose.

Age: 41

Personality: To call Matthias hardheaded would be like saying the sun's a bit toasty. He's stubborn to a fault and has a very unwavering view of the world. When it comes to mentals, his view is very black and white (no pun intended). He blames them for the destruction that took place on the Night of White so many centuries ago and is unlikely to change that view anytime... well, ever. As such, he has no problem doing to them whatever he deems fit. When it comes to animals, though, Matthias garners a heavy respect for them. He doesn't dishonor the creatures he kills by letting them go to waste, and he certainly doesn't hunt for sport. He won't hesitate to confront anyone who does. He also has a very short fuse and is angered easily. Being in an infuriated state causes his focus to falter and makes him clumsy and reckless. When he is on the hunt, though, he has an infinite reserve of patience and is as resolute as the earth in which he conceals himself.

Biography: Matthias grew up in a society that detested the mentals. He was taught from early on that they were an evil people and that they had caused the Night of White centuries ago. Moreover, the villagers were ravenously jealous of their life altering abilities. Researchers and scientists where Matthias grew up had no problem experimenting on mentals, trying to tap the secret of their awesome powers. After all, the least they could do after destroying the world was contribute to the well-being of the village. Willard began his career as a hunter/gatherer, searching the forests surrounding his home for things suitable to sell at the marketplace. However, food began to run scarce. The intelligent creatures were migrating farther and farther from the dangerous areas near the village, and soon the hunters were traveling miles a day just to find anything. Eventually, people began to abandon the village for fear of starvation. It wasn't long before Matthias was forced to do the same. He roamed the forests with no particular destination in mind, simply doing his best to survive. Since he was no longer tied down by home, the food was much more plentiful the farther he went. His knowledge of trapping and his handy blowgun made hunting a snap, but he never stuck around in one area long enough to scare off its inhabitants. Before long, Matt hit another town. It was much like his own in regard to their view on mentals. He was reminded of how researchers would spend small fortunes to get test subjects, a lucrative transaction for those who brought in the mentals, to be sure. Matthias decided to try his hand at bounty hunting and found it both exhilarating and profitable. His blowgun was easily adapted to shoot sleep darts rather than poison ones, so as to catch his quarries alive. Once he caught a mental, it would be a simple matter of finding someone to pay to experiment on him. Or execute him. Or enslave him. It didn't matter to Willard, and he has continued this path for the past two decades.

Weapon(s): Blowgun with an assortment of darts, serrated knife
Current Item(s): Several rabbit pelts, a few days worth of meat from varying beasts, a flintstone, a few lengths of rope, a couple of bear traps, and a satchel to carry it all in.
Mental Ability?: Nope.avi
Skill: Extreme survivalist. Very experienced with trapping, hunting, and hand to hand combat. Extensive knowledge of flora and fauna and, due to his experiences hunting them, the abilities of mentals.
Current Location: (For official use only)

User Name: THE_DOCTOR
Character Name: Lucas Hawthorne.

Appearance: Standing at six foot one, Lucas is tall for his age. His hair is short and dark brown in color, and it remains un-kempt, as any attempts to comb it result in it reverting to back to a spiky nightmare. His standard dress is a dark red sweatshirt and faded blue jeans, both fitting loosely around his well-built frame. On top of it all, he wears a tan trench coat. He wears a simple gold chain around his neck, one that belonged to his sister. His eyes are light blue in color, and sparkle at the sight of a pretty girl. His face is fairly normal, as far as faces go. His nose is small, and his mouth is usually curved into a smile.

Age: 17.

Personality: Lucas is very easygoing, a very happy-go-lucky kind of guy. He has a positive view to Mentals, even going out of his way to help them whenever he can. Likely due to the way his father treated him during his childhood, he remains quite skeptical of men more than five or six years older than him, to the point of doing the exact opposite of what he is told. Overall, he is a very sincere person, and it shows in the way he treats others.

Biography: Lucas grew up in the Odin District. His mother died when he was born, leaving only his sister and father as his only family. At the age of 5, Lucas learned to take care of himself and his sister, as his father was more interested in drugs than them. He stole frequently from those around him, aware that they would do the same in a heartbeat. Though it was a hard life, Lucas was content.

That all changed when he was 9. His sister had insisted on carrying the satchel of food he'd stolen. As they walked down the street, a random passerby, likely a thief, smashed into them, grabbing the bag as he ran. His sister made the mistake of trying to follow him. Calmly, almost casually, the thief stabbed her with a knife he withdrew from deep in the folds of his clothes. As she fell to the ground, Lucas screamed and ran to her side, those around him ignoring the common scene. He held her body for hours, until a kindly old woman took them both to her house. She took him in after hearing that he had no family, and a new chapter in his life began. He never forgot his past, though, and is dedicated to finding his sister's killer, no matter how long it will take.

Weapon(s): His lone weapon is a long, narrow 17'th century sword he keeps in a sheath on his back.
Current Item(s): A flask of water, a small amount of jerky, and a few coins, all kept in the infinite pockets of his coat.
Mental Ability?: No.
Skill: Extensive experience with a sword, is able to hold his own in a fight, and due to his time on the street, is an experienced pick-pocket.
Current Location: I leave this to you. :3