Name: Reyna Carlson Age: 16 Height: 5ft 1 Personality: Sweet. Kind. Naive. Generous. Anxious. Hobbies: Church. Hair and Makeup. Singing. Reading. Likes: Talking. Sunshine. Dancing. Walking outside. School. Dislikes: Traveling. Rain. Being touched without permission. Home. Sexual Preference: Straight History: The town's pastor was highly praised when he had a daughter born on a bright spring day on the 3rd of April, 1999. Definitely a gift from God as the Easter season approached. This daughter was to be named Reyna Carlson. The pastor (Robert Carlson) had met his wife (Priscilla Diaz) during a church mission trip. He brought her back from the Dominican Republic to marry her as soon as possible. The two had fell in love. Not even a year later, their one and only daughter was born. A sweet, kind, generous child Reyna grew up very naive to the world around her and often found herself in situations where her morals were pushed. Being the pastor's daughter was a job in itself. You always have to be at church every Sunday, and any other day that it was called for. You have to have a good reputation in the eyes of all the town members. You have to have a well behaved online profile. You have to be well groomed and manicured. You have to have good grades. You have to not have sex until marriage. It was the last one Reyna had messed up on. Quentin was a sweet, kind, generous child as Reyna was. He went to church every Sunday with his parents and got good grades. He was a star football player at the high school and quite the good looking boy. Quentin and Reyna had gotten quite the crush on one another as they grew up together. Both of their parents found it just fine that the two were together. Often, they joked about how one day the two would get married and take on the family's church and continue to grace the town with a good faith. Sex was something Reyna was clueless about, As Quentin fiddled with the button of her blouse in the basement of the church, she gasped in horror. "No!" she pushed away his hands rapidly, wrapping her arms around herself. This charade lasted a few months before the pressure finally kicked in. The two had unprotected sex, and before Reyna knew it she was pregnant. With tears she came to her parents, between sobs she gasped, "I don't know what to do." Her parents were outraged. Disgusted. Humiliated. They did what they only knew how to do- pray. They prayed as they purchased a ticket for their daughter. They prayed as they told the congregation she was just off on a mission trip. They prayed as their daughter boarded the plane back to her mother's homeland to receive an abortion. Returning from her plane her parents greeted her as a new woman, she had been saved from this spawn inside of her. The whole congregation cheered and applaud at her return, curious of what her experience was. Through clenched teeth she explained how closer to God she felt, and how she was just happy she was now home. Reyna was a changed woman, not quite the sweet sixteen most girls in town were, but something different. Sample: He pressed her against the side of tree out the school hard, as his hands slammed up against the bark on either side of her curly haired head. "Quentin said you were an easy fuck if I'd like to get something sometime." the boy huffed into her soft freckled face. Her eyes stared back in horror and shook her head. "Y-y-you have the wrong girl." she stammered, trying to escape from the boy's entrapment. "You trying to say he's a liar?" the boy barked, his lips parting as he moved closer to the girl, with a hushed tone he harshly whispered, "I've seen the pictures." Reyna pushed the boy with all her might, escaping him and heading into the school. His cackle could be heard as tears rushed down her cheeks, she went into the bathroom stall and wept. "You okay in there?" a voice could be heard from the other stall. "I'm alright." Reyna called weakly, sniffing, and wiping her eyes with her slender finger tips. Soon the door behind her open and the voice was matched with a face. Jennifer. A young girl from one of her classes. Jennifer dipped down next to her and gave Reyna a big hug. "I bet it must be tough being the pastor's daughter. Did you fail a test or something?" the girl asked quite sympathetic. "Yeah, something like that."

Gender: Female Age:17 Race: Parahuman. Part human/Part ram Powers: Healing factors. Pahn was taught how to utilize the crystals she adorns for healing properties. She is still very young so they are weak in compared to the elders of her tribe, but she is growing every day. Skills: Besides her basic healing; Pahn is skilled in gardening. She loves nature and is able to name most plants and animals. She can cook to survive but most of her things look like road kill. Delicious. Weaknesses: Tall, dark, and handsome men. Over pushing herself. Pahn can be a bit oblivious to her surroundings at times, so her gullibility and easy to manipulate ways have gotten her into trouble more than once. She also tends to speak before she thinks. Hobbies: Gardening. Meditation. Soaking up some sun.

Age: 25

Personality:

+ Reliable
+ Energetic
+ Loyal
+ Takes Care Of Her Own
+ Not Afraid To Dive Into Things

- Dirty
- Anger issues
- Close Minded
- Speaks Before She Thinks
- Doesn't Give Second Chances

Biography: Everyone had told Iris' mom (Jane) that she had been idiotic and selfish to bring a child into the world at a time like this. "You're no better than the langue for doing this to not only our group, but that thing!" her husband (Bryan) yelled at her, like he hadn't added to the making of this child. News flash, he had. The two fought and fought, making the morale of their original Alabama raised rag tag group of survivors tired and their morale lower. "If you don't want this child, you don't want me!" Jane screamed at the group, as they had to stop for the eighteenth time that night traveling for her to relieve her bladder. The group nodded,

"You're right. We don't."

Jane was left on the side of the road as the group and her once beloved husband left her to die. Jane found refuge in another group traveling by many weeks later. She had been close to death, surviving by scrounging for food and water off the floors of abandoned trailer homes. She found comfort with another mother of this group that had rescued her, This woman had been carrying a child who was no more than 2 years old at the time of their meeting.

Iris was born on a November night on the floor of a gas station. Her mother gagged to stop the screaming to not cause too much attention from the langue that lurked under the ground waiting for their next victim. "Come on Jane"! the woman whispered harshly, her hand gripping tightly in encouragement. The rest of the group looked on, gathering what supplies they could as well as keeping an eye out for other people that might cause trouble. After about 30 minutes Iris was born, her cries met with different reaction than most children. "Shut her up!" a man growled, and the woman took action. Taking Iris and trying to quiet her.

The almond eyed baby looked up at this woman with a sense of comfort and the woman smiled, "Oh Jane, she's beautiful." she whispered, looking down at the friend she had made in the six months they had been together. "Jane?" the woman asked when she had no response. Jane was unresponsive. "Help!" the woman called out to her group, and was responded with the words she did not expect. "We have to go!" another man called, "They are coming, they are here!" A cracking in the tile gas station floor revealed a gaping hole.

A langue reached out it's tongue and rolled around Jane's lifeless face. The woman stared in horror, unable to move. It then sunk it's teeth into Jane's face, quickly, returning back into it's hole. "There will be more! HURRY!" another woman of the group grabbed Iris and the arm of the shocked woman.

They began to move up onto the roof of the building as quickly as they could. All they could do was watch as the langue fed off anything and anyone that was down on the ground. "I'm so sorry" the young woman said to Iris as she held her own child in one arm and the new born baby in the other. "We'll take care of you" she said, her young son exploring the infant himself.

She kept her promise.

The woman raised Iris as best as she could for as long as she could. Iris had her mother's stubbornness and her father's temper. She was a handful for the woman, but she would never give up. She would not let a few tantrums and a few given whoopings' break her.

The boy would be raised right along side Iris, the two became close and thought of one another as brother and sister. He was protective of Iris, even though she would never admit it, she'd tell everyone she took care of him- if anything. By the time Iris was 10, they had made their way to South Carolina, losing all of their group including the woman and man that had raised her in a day that would only be referred to as "the day".

Together the two remaining souls of the group made their way up to Virginia before they would be met with the group they would now join- for who knows how long, and if they would make it to Maine- where the rumored safe land was.

"Don't count on it assholes."

▷ Name: Niko Wallace

▷ Age: 19

▷ Gender: Female

▷ Likes: Playing Music. Shopping. Quiet Time. Cranberry Juice.

▷ Dislikes: Small Talk. Chapped Lips. Bragging. Hot Weather.

▷ Personality: Simple Minded. Kind. Bored Quickly. Patient. Soft Spoken. Virtuoso. Easily Manipulated.

▷ History:

Oh I can't stop it.
No I can't control it.
Can you feel it overloading?

Gripping the sheets that adorned her bed, a shrill gasp escaped her lips and her eyes opened wide in fear. Looking around her room her grip began to loosen and her breathing became less rapid.

It had only been a nightmare.

Niko belonged to a lower middle class family in the depths of the city. Both of her parents worked for a undisclosed (to her) company as telemarketers. You've probably talked to them before while ordering whatever it was they sold. Niko never bothered to ask what they did, and her parents really never bothered to tell. They just shoved money her way, and in turn she spent it.

That is how life was with Niko. She didn't ask too many questions, and you wouldn't find too many answers, unless you we're of some importance in her life.

Creating music and her love interest- Navarro were of some importance.

In that exact order.

Creating music had been a source of joy for Niko ever since she was a small child. Her parents had downloaded tons of musical history within her chip, things that most people her age had never even heard of, and would honestly find quite odd. As she grew older, she took the knowledge she had acquired and in turn started to create her own music. She didn't share any of these creations with anyone until she had met Navarro.

"Navarro Ethan Santa Mariano Ationius Mercado Hawthorne THE THIRD" he had yelled over when they had first met and exchanged names in the corner of the loud dance club. His name was almost as long as the digits in his family's bank account, but none of that mattered to Niko. He had fallen in love with her the moment she had repeated his name back to him without missing a beat. She really enjoyed his company, and the fact that he really wanted to get into her brain and not just her pants.

Navarro had gotten into Niko's brain in more ways than one, he was the one who got her into the virus that was going around with people their age. She hadn't been the type of girl to do it on her own, but Navarro insisted she'd be okay- and that it'd be good for her to try new things sometimes.

So she did.

[Name]
Paris Uzumaki

[Age]
16

[Grade]
Year 2

[Role Wanted]
The Pianist

[Talents]
Quite polished classical piano player, though she has a secret passion for hip hop dancing.

[Brief Background]
Born on a frigid winter morning, Paris was given her names when her mother demanded that Paris' father run and gather a pastry from the nearest bakery. From that moment on she would be known to her family as their little cream puff. (She hates this nickname that they can not let go.) Paris was raised in a fairly well off family. Her father was a rampant and very busy business man and her mother had the luxury of staying home and bossing around raising Paris.

Paris' mother just wanted her daughter to prim and crisp example of a young woman. She dressed her daughter in dresses as often as possible and made sure her hair was brushed and her nails clean and polished. She got her started on playing the piano at around preschool age and was very strict that she practiced every single day after finishing school work.

Entering the academy was the highlight of Mrs. Uzumaki's life. Her daughter now had paper work. PAPER WORK! Mrs. Uzumaki made sure to grab plenty of brochures and pamphlets so she could show her friends and husband's colleagues later. Paris rolled her eyes before resting on a group of older students.

Hip hop dancers.

Paris was in awe. Their movements were so skilled and polished. Something the girl had very well developed within her finger tips but not her entire body. Taken out of trance by her mother's grip. "Those are the people I want you to stay away from ESPECIALLY." she emphasized, shaking her head in disappointment. Paris nodded but her heart longed to be in that scene.

It is now Paris' second year at the Ongaku Academy and she is still on a steady path to perfect her piano skills and continue to impress her parents. She's a little boy crazy cause she's a silly daydreaming' teenager- but she has not even had her first boyfriend or kiss yet.

[Five Words to Describe Character]
Well Manicured. Daydreamer. Gullible. Friendly. Easily Excited.

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Name: Cho Inokuma

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Nationality: Japanese

Biography: As a third generation born member of Nakalla Village, Cho would consider the small village her stomping grounds. Her family consists of her grandparents (both sides), her father and mother, her two older brothers and herself. They live and work on a farm as most residents do- growing and selling agriculture.

Cho is a very hard working young woman, but often gets bored easily after completing her daily tasks. She has to constantly be doing something or she finds herself in trouble or mischief quite quickly. Having two older brothers doesn't seem to help these tendencies as they have a bit of a wild streak in them as well; known to be pulling practical jokes and pranks on some of the more serious residents of Nakalla.

The urbanization of the town, despite the excitement of change and the entering of new business into town is very distressing for Cho and the Inokuma family. They fear that there is some drastic and perhaps devastating events that can occur because of this. Hopefully they can keep their cool as their old home changes around them.

Other: Has a small dog named Lulu.

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▼Name: Amanzi Curry

▼Description: Young woman who looks to be about her early 20's. She has bright blue eyes and natural blonde hair in which she has dyed a shockingly bright pink. Her sun kissed skin is tanned and freckled. Body lacking many curves, she is around 5'7" tall and at about 120lbs slender. Relatively toned from frequent swimming and training. Vegetarian.

▼Fandom: DC Universe.

▼Personality: Vibrant. Tempestuous. Cunning. Playful. Reckless.

▼Alignment: Hero.

▼Powers & Abilities: Great Swimmer. Multilingual. Retractable Harpoon Weapon.

▼Mentor Name & Abilities:

Aquaman - Arthur Curry:

Manipulation of Sea Life.
Water adapted enhanced senses.
Ability to swim at incredible speeds.
Long distance jumping.
Master of Atlantean Combat.
Telepathic.
Hydrokinetic

▼Backstory: It was a dark and stormy night as most tales of twisted fate begin. A merchant ship from the shores of South Africa came sailing through as the relentless ocean raised and lowered the vessel. The men on board all warned that it was bad luck to have a woman on board, a pregnant one at that. But the captain insisted that his wife had to be by his side during this trying time.

With a clash and a bang, the ship had gone under. The hull broken into a million pieces from the rapid punches of the water's heavy fists. Aquaman came as soon as he could but the devastation was too grand for even him to handle. He managed to save a handful of passengers, including the captain's wife. Her life was lost during the labor of the baby girl. Arthur, distressed and heavily burdened that he could not save more lives vowed to raise the girl with his lovely wife Mera.

Amanzi now vows to save her "father" no matter what it takes.

In Real Life

» Name: Andrea Sallis

» Age: 21

» Biography: "Haven: Tabula Rasa... Sounds cool, I guess."

A young woman spoke to herself quietly as she scratched at her head, her gum smacking in her mouth impatiently as her dark almond eyes panned the screen reading of the newest update from the beloved EVIX Global.

Andrea was a small town Midwestern girl, with an urge for a little bit more out of life. After completing a mediocre fine arts degree at her local community college, she came out with no job and not many opportunities in the blue collar town. Living with her middle class parents had it's benefits of course; free meals, free roof over her head, and free access to all the games the world had to offer.

"In game currency is now directly linked to your credit chip and the conversion rate will double your daily salary. Retire early" The website quoted, and Andrea was floored. "I totally need to get into this!" she claimed, diving in without much hesitation.

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In Game Character

» Name: Adreas

» Race: Dark Elf

» Blood trait: Cleansing Touch - Ability to lock on to your allies and purge them of harmful effects.

» Current Biography: In game Andrea doesn't think she is much different than her own persona. She doesn't quite get why anyone would have to hide themselves. Despite her thoughts she tends to be a bit more engaged and determined in game then in her own life choices. She chose a healing type thinking that'd be quite useful to parties, and parties meant making new friends. Something Andrea desperately wanted.

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→ Name:
Dawn Kingston

→ Age:
16

→ Likes:
Painting. Sunshine. Dancing. Walking outside.

→ Dislikes:
Small Talk. Chapped Lips. Bragging. Cold Weather.

→ Quirk:
Dyed hair pink just for attending camp.

→ Biography:
"When you grow up Dawn, what do you want to be?" The question came across her mother's lips like any concerned parent. "A turtle." the young girl replied, her big, bright eyes gleaming with joy. "You can't be a turtle Dawn, that is impossible." her mother discouraged, shaking her head. "Nothing is impossible. I'm going to be a turtle" Dawn replied, determined to show her mother what life was really about.

Fast forward 10 years, 5 schools, 8 homes, and 7 stepfathers later, Dawn had not become a turtle, but she had escaped her shell. Growing up Dawn was an easy going kid, her father hadn't been in her life much but he seemed like an okay guy when he was around. Her mother had always been there, working hard, trying to do what seemed like the best for herself, and sometimes Dawn. The constant moving wasn't very helpful for the young girl's growth, but hey- if it pays the bills, it pays the bills.

Dawn found refuge in her artwork, drawing, dancing, painting, the works. It was in her art she could be anything, she could create anything.

On the eve of her 16th birthday her mother announced she had fallen in love once again, and that they were to be moving, as to be closer to the man's work. "Great." Dawn spat out, packing up her belongings once again. "Honey, I promise this will be the last time. I promise." her mother assured her, her petite frame barely taking up the door way of Dawn's empty room. "Mmmhmm." she mumbled. It was the last time every time.

Sitting in the new room of the unfamiliar house that belonged to an unfamiliar man, Dawn held a stale cupcake to her lips. "Happy Birthday to me." she sighed, taking a bite. Closing her eyes she wished this year would be different, that this year wouldn't be another repeat of the last. Eating the rest of the cupcake, she paged through the informational brochure of the summer camp her mother had signed her up for to make new friends in the area.

"Maybe this won't be so bad after all."

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Name:
Jada Trent

Age:
17

Personality:
Flirtatious. Southern Belle. Aggressive. Outspoken. Easily Jealous.

Small Biography:
Jada's father getting a job at the school (custodial) had been the reason for the two to move from their small home in Georgia to the new school district and new state. Despite the original screaming and kicking it took for Jada to leave behind her home, she eventually found herself in a tight clique of friends who she spent many summers with; partying and just enjoying the ups and down of being a teenager. Even though she easily gets along with large groups of people, she doesn't mind spending one on one time with a friend and doing something chill.

▸ Name:
Antonia Marloe

▸ Gender:
Female

▸ Age:
Joined at 18. Currently 21.

▸ Personality:
Proud. Charming. Faithful. Blunt. Irrational.

▸ Biography:

"You tryna' fuck with me honey? Who are you? You ain't shit."

Antonia was a born and raised Italian girl from the depths Chi-town. Her father (Anthony Sr) is a mechanic and her mother (Suzanne) a simple housewife and mother. She is the youngest between three; two older brothers: Anthony Jr (30) and Thomas (28) and herself. The Marloe family was lower class, and had their fair share of trials and tribulations.

Through her teen years Antonia was a relatively good kid. She did very well in school and had plans on attending college the moment she graduated high school. However, plans changed greatly when Jay and her crossed paths. Jay Kingsley was a bad boy and a sixteen year old Toni fell head over heels in puppy love. The two were inseparable despite her parents warning that the boy was going to get her into a whirl of trouble.

Between dramatic fights, experimenting in drugs, and losing her virginity Jay had became her rock, so it wasn't very surprising that she was dragged a long in his escapades when he joined the gang at the age of eighteen. It started off with petty crimes against the neighborhood; stealing bikes from kids, snatching purses from old ladies. But Jay wanted more. He wanted the gang to see them as a power couple that couldn't be stopped. So he planned for them to rob one of the local convenience store.

The night had started off good, they got in, locked and loaded and went straight to the cashier. "Put the money in the bag!" Jay screamed as Antonia glared around the store frantically, the rush was unbearable. "Hurry up Jay.." she pleaded getting anxious. The man did as Jay commanded but his sense of calm was a bit suspicious. "Aren't you scared motherfucker?" Jay yelled and the man shook his head. He had already pressed the silent alarm and the police were on their way. "Shit!" Jay exclaimed looking to Antonia for help. "Shoot him. Let's get out of here." he urged, and Antonia looked back in shock, "YOU shoot him, this was your idea!" she retorted, increasingly becoming angry. "Shoot him or I'm fucking leaving you here and you can rot in prison." Jay finished. Grabbing the bag and beginning to run out, leaving his girlfriend behind. Antonia raised the small hand gun up and shot at the convenient store clerk, hitting him in the neck. Soon after, she darted from the store and after her boyfriend. Bringing their loot back to the gang base and enjoying the praise from the higher ups that night.

The gang had brought the two closer in a sick way that couldn't be described, and Jay had proposed to marry her one day when they had more money and power under their belt.

Toni had never expected Jay to get stabbed by the convenience store owner's kid on the way home one night. When you're in love, you feel a impenetrable, unstoppable, and sometimes a bit delusional. That large blow changed Antonia, making her take plenty of steps away from the gang life and straightening out a little for a little less than a year. She managed a day shift job at one of the local diners as a waitress and started thinking about trying to reach her dreams of college again.

Heavy influence from the gang has post-poned these thoughts as she continues to indulge in their lifestyle and continuing to pursue relationships within the gang, regardless of the pain it causes her. The gang has replaced her idea of family and friends and their isn't going back.

▸ Other:
Tends to leap first before looking.

♦ Name:
Paisley Quinn

♦ Hero Archetype:
Martial Artist

♦ Hero Name:
Master P

♦ Family:
Grandpa - Jeff Quinn
Daddy - Dave Quinn
Mommy - Ann Quinn
Stupid Big Brother - Paul Quinn
Stupid Little Brother - Peter Quinn

♦ Other:
Will eat a bug or several if not supervised.

● Name:
Octavia Blackwood

● Age:
Human appearance of around 38, over 100 years human time.

● Gender:
Female

● Personality:
Cultured. Tidy. Clever. Stubborn. Extravagant. Unreliable.

● Biography:

"If I don't get my way, there will be hell to pay!"

Octavia is the younger sister of Octavius Blackwood, the former and now deceased head of the Blackwood family. She was raised to believe that hybrids are beautiful and can be just as well cultured and civilized as any other race. Their parents were a mix of human and vampire.

Octavia led a very polished life, not too concerned with the inner workings of the family businesses and just enjoying the money it earned. It wasn't until she was 16 and began working at the bars as a waitress that she ended up having a one night stand with another hybrid mix of werewolf and vampire. This event produced her only son Aries.

When Octavius told her that he was adopting Theta to take the lead in the family, Octavia couldn't help but feel very bitter. Granted, she had no interest in taking control in the family but she wished the offer had been presented to her before such big decisions had been made. In time Octavia came to love and care about Theta as her niece and family, but a part of her will always be a bit jealous that her and her son were not considered.

Now that Aries is old enough to do his own things within the family business, Octavia encourages him to do his best, and often goes out of her way in extravagant measures to make sure he is succeeding. Though the death of her brother was devastating to the community she has kind of ignored the chaos around her and is focusing on things within the four walls of their estate. Due to her unreliability she doesn't work directly at any of the businesses but takes care of the household rather it be cleaning, cooking, or taking care of the children that join the family.