[h2][b]NPC LIST:[/b][/h2]

Will be updated as the Roleplay progresses.

[b][u]=The Other Awoken=[/u][/b]

[b]Description:[/b] Other survivors aboard [i]Eden[/i] who have awoken from their magical slumber to the call of the ancient "Caretaker" and have been given their sacred divination for the journey ahead. Their motives and goals are unclear, but each of them have ties to the old world which compel them forth. 

- [hider= "Thirteen"]
Appearance: 
[hider]A B&W sketch I drew up...
[img]http://i809.photobucket.com/albums/zz17/ryusouseiki/ae0575b9-3006-47a7-be30-b154faa731e7_zpskygatuwq.png[/img][/hider]

Significant Memory: 

It always begins with him standing in a city boiling in an inferno, screams echoing from all sides. He is alone, and exhausted, the armor adorned across his body dragging him down like chains. A cloth band is strapped around his arm. The number 'XIII' is inscribed on it. Blackened corpses and gore litter the ground all over, whom which barely resemble humans, but his eyes linger upon them only for a moment. He focuses mostly on a figure in the distance, another knight who rests dying at the center of this carnage. A tarnished beauty, unfitting within this scene of damnation. Her delicate face has turned pale, streams of bright blood dripping down from her chest-plate. Her war-lance lies upright atop a mound of bodies barring a large gate behind her, exhibiting the sacrifice she committed. The doors rumble and creak, signalling that the battle is far from over. She weakly reaches for him, and he rushes forward, ignoring the immense weight of everything. But he never reaches her. He stumbles to the ground, realizing that he is bleeding out and also dying. His whole left arm is torn and missing. 

They lock eyes for a moment, acknowledging the end. She utters something to him, a bloom of tears steaming down her cheeks, but he cannot hear her words. Soon everything goes black and the memory is over.[/hider]
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[hider= Daresso]
Age: 14

Appearance: WIP

Significant Memory: 
He remembers a strong scent of snow-lilies, a flower native only in the high north, and the name "Alexander", though he does not know who that might be.
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[hider=Genevieve De Clare]
Gender: Female

Appearance: 
[hider][img]http://i809.photobucket.com/albums/zz17/ryusouseiki/40d84569-82f5-4139-8e4c-1ac26252b323_zpswaa9pipp.png[/img][/hider]

Significant Memory: 
The only memory she possesses is one bittersweet. 

[i]'Mother, mother...? Where art thou...?'[/i]

Genevieve is a child in this moment, judging from the lightness and frailty in her voice. She is wandering somewhere in complete darkness, lost to everything around. She clutches for things, anything to distinguish where she may be, but nothing feels familiar. Cold and hard was this strange place, her feet stinging with each step. It seems like an eternity has passed as she meanders desperately. Finally, her body can move no longer and she crumbles upon her bloodied trail. All she can do is cry all by herself. But then a pair of hands come to hold her and a sweet lullaby makes her pain go away.

[i]'Mother... Please, don't abandon me again..'[/i]

Other: Is blind.
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