[hider=Maul][b]Name: Maul (Daren )

[b]Age: [/b]58

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Race/Ethnicity: [/b]Black

[b]Burden: [/b]~56%

[b]Faction:[/b] The Unburdened

[b]Appearance:[/b] Daren's darkness runs deep, over half of the veins in his body have turned black and begun to bulge. The darkness radiates out from thick pulsing veins in his chest. His pitch black eyes hardly ever seem to have any life in them. The once strong and muscular frame has started to become sunken and shallow, giving his arms and legs a slightly elongated look. His fingers no longer entirely resemble the name, the very tips of them have begun to wear away to show the bone beneath. The man's dark skin has started to become much paler, yet it does not seem to have become a different tone so much as a little more translucent, as if it has become thinner. The long curly black hair has lost its color and luster long ago, now a salt-and-pepper gray. The strong jaw and pronounced nose that identified him when he was human remain, but the rest of his face has become thin and long. His lips always seem curled into a twisted snarl reminiscent of a maniacal smile. The clothes he wears are tattered and torn, the shirt is nearly falling off of him and the pant legs shredded up to his knees. 
 
Height: 6'5
Weight: 185lbs (210lbs when he was human)

[b]Personality:[/b] The man that was Daren is little more than conniving monster anymore. While there are still some moments of clarity when he can speak and act like a proper human being, more often than not any words that fall from his lips are snarls or the ravings of a lunatic. In the rare moments that Daren acts human, he may be considered a very intelligent individual with a certain charisma that some might even call charming. In truth, the Daren stuck in his own head believes everything to be a game, humans mere pawns to be played with. He believes that he is still lost inside the white walls of his cell. Before the increase in his insanity, the man was delusional and nearly incapable of empathy, now it just seems even more so, unless dealing with Freya.

[b]Synopsis:[/b] Daren was a cunning child that grew up in the capital of the United Nations of Obit. He saw the daily control that was exerted upon the people. He saw them succumb, many of them welcome it, and it made him sick. All of the people around him were content to live as sheep, safely confined to the limits placed upon them, because it staved off conflict and choice. The things he lived with, his parents, were even more lost to the cause than the rest. They wholeheartedly believed in the UNO and every word they spouted from their filthy lips. For the first thirteen years of his life, Daren would suffer through the disgust of everyday life. 

Then one day, something inside the teenager snapped and he brutally murdered his parents. The details were never released to the public and the only survivor was his little sister. Daren disappeared for a few years, falling between the few cracks left in society. He continued falling further into the madness in his own mind, his carefully committed murders becoming sloppy. Eventually the teenager was caught and sentenced to life in prison. He was still locked up when the hailstones fell... The ensuing madness did little to frighten him, nor did the increased auditory and visual stimulation. 

After many months, the creature finally left the his cage and began to wander the streets of the UNO's former capital. He would hunt and feed mindlessly, until he saw one viciously violent act that seemed to spark life back into the monster that he had already been.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Beast that he is, Daren is an expert tracker, hunter and trapper. Despite the sunken features of his face and form, Daren is a creature capable of considerable strength. 

[b]Vices/Weaknesses:[/b] Daren's weakness is the constant madness that swirls around his mind, often times Freya can even have trouble keeping him in check. It keeps him from interacting with most people, animals or objects. Despite being burdened, it seems to have not slowed him down in anyway physically, yet, Daren finds himself occasionally overcome by fits of coughing so extreme that he often brings up a thick black substance. 

[b]Equipment:[/b] Daren almost never carries equipment of his own, more often carrying a large military backpack filled with Freya's items. The only thing that seems to be his, is a guitar with no strings that he always has strapped across his back.

[b]Theme Song:[/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqPQ2d9XPSY]The Game by Motorhead[/url] [/hider]

[hider=Freya][b]Name:[/b] Freya 

[b]Age:[/b] 14

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Race/Ethnicity:[/b] Caucasian.

[b]Burden:[/b] ~40%

[b]Faction:[/b] The Unburdened

[b]Appearance:[/b] A bit on the small side for a girl for her age, Freya stands below five feet and weighs just over one hundred ten pounds. Her skin is a creamy white, when it is not completely caked in dirt, dust and grime. The flowing bright blonde hair reaches halfway down her back and her eyes are a bright clear blue. She is not burdened by the black veins or eyes of her companion. Her features are soft and slight, her body only just showing the signs of the woman she could become if she survives the hell the world turned into.

She tends to like brighter colors when wearing clothing. Freya prefers jeans to dresses and t-shirts to blouses. She almost always has a hat of some sort on. Her feet are always covered by a pair of boots that seem to be just a little too big for her. 

[b]Personality:[/b] Freya has learned to use her silver tongue to her advantage, she finds no fault in those that lie to her as she believes it is essential to staying alive. She trusts no one, except for her closest companion as she believes he is incapable of being dishonest. A witty and cunning girl, she often finds herself in trouble but quickly finds a way out of it. Still, more often than not, she is civil and respectful of those that she meets. She can often be seen chewing on her finger nails, a way to sate the constant depression that chews at her mind. Deep inside, the girl believes herself to be worthless but refuses to share or show such a thing. Instead she is often perceived as bright and kind of cheerful, full of life and herself. 

[b]Synopsis:[/b] Born to a mother that neither wanted nor cared about her, Freya's early years were very hard, while her mother continued to raise her. Her mother began to teach the girl certain survival skills at a young age, likely so she could abandon the girl sooner. By the time she was ten, the girl was being sent into the far outskirts of Legus to scavenge for anything of value. For two more years her mother kept sending her deeper and deeper into Legus, for short periods of time. One day the girl found something grand, a vector and many old but salvageable tech items, unable to drive it she led her mother to it. 

As her mother laid eyes upon the vehicle, she knew this was all that she needed to get away. The items would catch a handsome fee and the vector could help her go wherever she wanted. She climbed upon the vehicle and gave her daughter a small wave, before starting it up. Terrified of being left alone, the girl tried to stop her mother but as the vehicle started to drive away, Freya knew all was lost. In her panic, she picked up a rock and hurled it with all her might. Surprisingly, the rock struck its target and the woman fell from the vector.

Rushing to her mother's side, Freya found the woman dead. Her panic rose and quickly turned to anger, she viciously began to kick the corpse that had been the one to birth her. How could the only person she had really known, really trusted, just leave her? How could she do that?

While the girl's mind raced, filling with questions, and he foot continues to lash at the body, she failed to hear the sounds behind her. Moments later, she let out a shriek as she felt a large hand land on her shoulder. The sky above her became blocked by a figure, a creature no longer human. Freya fought every urge to scream again, instead whirling out and under the thing, she stared the thing down defiantly. Her desperation to live, tenacity and viciousness showed when betrayed save her that day. 

“You...kill?” The creature's voice was like sifting gravel, slow and deep, as he reached a long sharp finger out to point at the girl's dead mother.

Taking a deep breath the girl shook her head and spouted, “Yes! And I would do it again!”
The last sentence was a lie, the girl's very first but it saved her, just as much as anything else. The creature's terrifying smirk, unsettled the girl but his words reassured her, “Good.”

The monster proceeded to hunker down and tear into the flesh of her mother. Disgusted, the girl turned away and walked to the vector. She was still terrified but she had seen her mother start the thing, and now she wanted it. Freya would need it now to escape the monster. 

Before she knew it, the creature had come back to her and pushed a button. The vehicle started right up, and the girl found herself giddy. Looking at the creature, she asked, “What is your name?”

The monster did not even bother to reply. Instead, he sat down and pulled something off of his back. When she looked closer, the girl could tell it was a guitar but it had no strings. Even so, the thing began to play, soundlessly as it made a humming sound not unlike a purr. Ever since the girl has not left the monster's side.

More recently, Freya has joined up with The Unburdened as she tries to find a place where she and Maul will be accepted. 

[b]Strengths:[/b] Lying, Sneaking, Spying, Acting

[b]Vices/Weaknesses: [/b]Physically, Freya is very lacking and tends to rely on Maul for anything of the sort. She struggles with a lot that she keeps to herself, unable to trust anyone. 

[b]Equipment:[/b] Freya's weapon of choice is an electrified nightstick she found with the vector. The vehicle was quickly traded for items more essential to survival. She keeps the weapon and her most needed supplies in a purse. 

[b]Theme Song:[/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jawPP-yTUts]You're Gonna Go Far Kid by Offspring[/url][/hider]