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Name: Guinevere Victoria Stark
Aliases: Penguin, Guin, Starkette [SAO username], Star, Ketty
Age: 18
Birthday: January 19th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Gig Harbor, Washington
Hometown Seattle, Washington
Gender: Female
Highest Level of Education: High School -- Entering College (Undeclared Major)
Occupation: Intern at Camelot Industries
Languages: English, proficient in French
Beta-Tester?: No

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Height: 5'3"
Weight: 130 pounds
Body Type: Curvy
Eye Color: Violet
Hair Color and Style: Pale white hair with the slightest tint of lilac, worn down with a few braids through it
Skin Tone: Pale as death
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Starkette tends to dress the way a detective or private eye in an old black and white film would--she has a pair of gloves on at all times, partnered with a smart blazer and the rest of the components of a standard power suit, with a skirt replacing the slacks. Her colors generally match her hair in some manner.

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Decisive * Obsessive * Geeky * Detail Oriented (Nearing OCD)

Sexuality: Biromantic
Relationship Status: Dating a Fictional Character
Personality: Starkette isn't one to suffer fools. She instead fixates on the smaller details and ensures that everything is executed efficiently. Sometimes, this can cause her to lose sight of the bigger picture, and potentially make mistakes from it. Yet with these decisions, she doesn't change her mind. If she makes a choice, that's the choice she's going to make. For example, her being an undeclared major is entirely terrifying to her--she's used to calling the shots and making choices, and here, she doesn't know what choice to make.

A nerd to the core, Starkette will go on and on and on about references to various fandoms and games, and complain about the slightest deviations to what she deems acceptable. She's obsessive, bingeing on anything that interests her to the point that once she's done, she's most likely sick of it. For example, she read the entire Harry Potter series in only three days, and then watched all of the films in one sitting. This obsession has caused her to do well at whatever she attempts, but also to sacrifice her social life. At the moment, Starkette is obsessed with games that allow the FullDive experience--Sword Art Online.

Habits: Picking at the skin by her nails, twitching her feet
Hobbies: Gaming, Attending conventions, Trivia games
Fears:

• Being confined to a normal and stereotypical life
• Losing her mind
• Prison

Likes:

• Bright, neon colors
• Books
• Marvel Superhero films
• Collecting memorabilia
• Patterns
• Alone time

Dislikes:

• Pressure to confirm
• White-picket fence ideology
• Standardized tests
• Bubble gum
• Team Valor on Pokemon Go
• Random number generations as a basis of success

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Mental Skills:

• Risk assessment
• Driving (car)
• Lateral thought
• Perception
• Knowledge of Fandoms
• Basic Computer Technology

Physical Skills:

• Stamina
• Unarmed combat
• Projectiles (Decent at throwing)
• One-Handed Sword (SAO only)

Inventory:

• Sword #45 - The Basic
• Basic Armor - Female - Dark Purple Base, Black Chest Piece and Straps, Lilac Trim

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Why are you playing SwordArt Online? Starkette is the ultimate nerd and SAO seems to be the ultimate game. With the FullDive experience allowing for complete immersion, it's the dream of virtual reality come true. The game would be the most realistic and the most enjoyable she's ever experienced, the next step from augmented reality games such as Pokemon Go. Starkette wouldn't be caught dead not playing the game; it would be as unnatural as Stan Lee not making a cameo in a Marvel movie. Things just aren't done that way with the universe remaining in balance. She's the ultimate geek, the best nerd--of course she wants to play SAO.

Life Prior to Playing SwordArt:
Starkette, born as Guinevere Victoria Stark, was the daughter of the CEO of a major computer company and a reality TV show star. The couple had gotten together as a result of a show akin to the bachelor, only for the starlet to leave the CEO soon after Guinevere was born. Mr. Stark's company was called Camelot Industries, due to his obsession with the King Arthur legends. They specialized in engineering the most complex of softwares and programs, hiring only the very best. Mr. Stark and his daughter, Guinevere, enjoyed obscene wealth, especially when Camelot Industries was contracted to help with the design and safety testing of the nerve gear.

However, this was a process that took several years, beginning far before Sword Art Online was released. Guinevere grew up a bit troubled, due to be famous as Guinevere Stark, and constantly bombarded by the press. Bodyguards and a team of household staff attempted to attend to her each and every needs, but instead, she grew more secluded. She went to boarding school with the children of other celebrities and prominent officials, and at one point, her best friend was the daughter of Britain's Prime Minister. When at home, she would hole up in her room, playing video games, reading books, doing anything but interact with real people.

Because of the requirements of her boarding school, her PE lessons were mostly focused on defense, and she grew quite skilled in combat. She also learned some computer skills from her father, interning at Camelot Industries during the summer, as he intended for her to take the company over one day. Of course, Guinevere still has no idea what she wants to be in real life, and instead has been focusing on the virtual, running away from her problems.

But after all, she's rich -- or at least her father is -- does she really need to have a job one day?

Life Since Playing SwordArt: Given that Starkette wasn't a beta tester, she hasn't been playing it rather long. However, there is one thing she's cherished already: given the avatar customization, no one has recognized her. Her alias, Starkette (meaning little Stark, a play on her last name), has also allowed her to have more privacy. For once in her life, Starkette is free from the shadows her parents cast.

It would be such a shame if the avatars were reset to be their true appearance....So sad....Poor Starkette....

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Theme Song: Roundtable Rival - Lindsey Stirling
Darkest Secret: The money she used to purchase her nerve gear, she told her father it was for a housing fee at her college for the fall.
Extra Information: ~done in previous CS~

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Guinevere Victoria Stark
Aliases: Starkette, Guin, Guina (by Pietro only), Iron Jr., Violet Sparrow
Age: 20
Birthday: January 19th, 2000
Birth Place: New York, New York
Gender: Female
Powers: Mind Switch
Editorial Nickname: the Stark Legacy
Alignment: Chaotic Good
How many years have they been at the mansion?: Two

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Height: 5'3"
Weight: 130 pounds
Build: Curvy
Eyes: Blue-green
Hair: Golden Brown
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Rebel Alliance Insignia on Left Ankle; Jagged scar on midsection; Small scar on left shoulder
Personal Style: In formal settings, Guin gravitates towards a blazer, gloves, and slacks. She isn't very much into skirts or dresses at all. However, in day to day scenarios, she loves combat boots and flannels thrown over a concert t-shirt. She prioritizes comfort over style, wanting something that's easy to move around in and work on, given how much time she spends leaning over engines. However, that doesn't mean she dresses like a slob. On occasion, she will just steal Pietro's clothes and wear them instead.

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Decisive * Obsessive * Geeky * Impulsive * Clever * Stubborn

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Dating Pietro Maximoff (Silver Balls)
Personality: Guin is very clearly her father's daughter. She is incredibly intelligent and her mind processes information at a speed that only speedsters can rival, causing her to be able to quickly solve tricky engineering problems in seconds. Her quick wit and intelligence cause her to spew near constant sarcasm, as well as act a bit impulsive. Once she's made her mind up on something, it's rare that she'll actually change it. It also means that she can sometimes lose sight of the bigger picture, instead focusing on the problems she can solve at the moment.

Her geekiness goes hand in hand with her obsessive nature. Her words are laced with references to her favorite movies and games, stemming from the fact that she tends to binge on anything that interests her. For example, she watched both Star Wars trilogies for the first time in one day. And then watched them again the next day. And the day after that....Of course, this obsession also shows up when it comes to projects she's working on. She's much more likely to throw herself at a problem, working day and night (fueled only by energy drinks) until she's finished with it.

Habits: Picking at the skin by her nails, twitching her feet
Hobbies: Gaming, Attending conventions, Trivia games
Fears:

• Incarceration
• Losing Pietro or Tony
• Being buried alive
• Relapsing

Likes:

• Bright, Neon Colors
• Skydiving
• Comic Books
• Patterns
• 80's Music!!!
• 60's, 70's, and 90's Music
• Star Wars
• Engineering
• Old Fashioned Tech
• Modern Tech
• Stealing Pietro's Stuff

Dislikes:

• Pressure to Conform
• Standardized Tests
• Team Valor on Pokémon Go
• Random Number Success Basis
• Country Music
• Her Mother
• Hammer Industries
• School

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General World Skills:

• Electronics and Computers
• S.H.I.E.L.D. protocols and information
• Investigation
• Problem Solving
• Driving (Car)
• Perception
• Chemical and Biomolecular Engineering
• Deduction
• Mechanics
• Engineering Design
• Basic Serbian

Combat Skills:

• Stamina
• Unarmed Combat
• Pistol
• Sword
• Agility
• Archery

Possessions:

• iPhone (latest generation)
• Customized Stark Industries Computerized Watches; P.H.I.L. Prototype II interface capable
  • One from the future (smashed)
  • One from the current day
• Wallet - Old N.Y.U. Student ID, Tony’s debit card, Tony’s credit card, cash
• Mix Tape (Cassette) - Birthday Present from Pietro
• Walkman - Twelfth Birthday Present from Tony
• Collapsable Bow and Quiver (Various Custom Arrows)
• Framed Photograph of Her Father and Her (Age Seven)
• Framed Photograph of Pietro and Her
• Muscles' Wedding Ring
• Department of Defense Baseball Cap
• Combat Attire

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How did you discover your powers: Guin had no powers - or so she thought. She became one of the youngest S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in history, at the tender age of 18 years old. When she turned eighteen, she was approached by S.H.I.E.L.D. due to her unique relationship with the Avengers. While James Rhodes may be her godfather on paper, the Avengers team as a whole tends to act as if they are her godparents as well. S.H.I.E.L.D. needed someone who could act as a liaison between various groups of enhanced individuals and she fit the bill. Agent Coulson was the one who pulled the strings to hire her, as well as to protect her identity.

It was through her work with S.H.I.E.L.D. that Guin ended up at the Brotherhood Headquarters in New York. She was part of a team attempting to stop Magneto from releasing a virus that would wipe out the human race. During the mission, she ended up going head to head against Scarlet Witch - and then something strange happened. She found herself in Scarlet Witch's body, able to control all of Wanda's powers. At first, she thought it was Scarlet Witch that had caused them to swap, but Guin later realized it was her - she was a mutant. The stress of the situation must have caused a non-expressed X-gene to appear.

General History: Guin is the only daughter of Tony Stark and reality TV star Maddie Le Fay (born Madison Cromwell). Her parents met on a program similar to the Bachelor and hooked up on set, causing the tabloids to go wild. Of course, the headlines and the drama only increased when Tony didn't pick her mother as the winner of the show. It wasn't until Maddie realized she was pregnant that the pair saw each other again, and nine months later, little baby Guinevere had arrived.

Guin was sent to live with Tony, since her mother decided she couldn't be bothered to care for an infant as she was signing onto more and more reality shows. Her childhood, understandably, was fairly troubled as reporters swarmed her no matter where she went. They would wait outside of Stark Tower (later called Avengers Tower) just to get a glimpse at her, to get the shot for the Daily Bugle of the youngest Stark and future owner of Stark Industries, a weapons manufacturing company at the time. They were hoping that she'd prove to be as reckless and wild as her father in order to sell papers.

When she was seven years old, Tony sent Guin off to boarding school. Or rather, Rhodey and Happy suggested it and Tony was too drunk to argue with them. Her classmates at the school were the children of celebrities and government officials, with her best friend at one point being the daughter of Britain's Prime Minister. It did wonders for her social development, but each time she was back in New York, the mobs would start again and Guin would withdraw into her room, not wanting to deal with them.

At the age of ten, her father was abducted by the Ten Rings--a terrorist organization in Afghanistan--and held hostage for three months. The security at Guin's school was increased, as there were fears that the heiress to Stark Industries would be targeted next. (Of course, they were correct to be afraid, as it would later turn out that Obidiah, a family friend, had been responsible for the near murder of Tony Stark, all in a ploy to seize control of Stark Industries). Her school also provided Guin with extra lessons in defense, lessons that allowed her to become quite skilled in combat and would later be continued with Black Widow.

When Guin reached her teens, she fell heavily into the gaming community. She eventually used the name Starkette when online, a nickname that her father had given her when she jokingly asked what her Avengers codename would be. She learned how to hack into systems and how to build computers, showing off the skills that her father and her grandfather both boasted. Whenever she was home in New York, she was messing around with her father and his machines, even managing to take Iron Man suits for joyrides in New York, and crashing a fair number of them into the river.

But it was clear that boarding school wasn't working out for her. When she was fifteen, the Brotherhood attacked her school and ended up holding her hostage. It was the beginning of a bit of a downward spiral, as her Stark intelligence was causing her thoughts to accelerate more and more, and she wanted to slow them down - to get them in sync with the speed of the world. She ended up doing drugs and landed herself in rehab by the time she was sixteen, spending her seventeenth birthday in the clinic. After this, Tony had decided that enough was enough and he transferred her to Midtown Science and Tech, hoping that he could keep a better eye on her.

Midtown Science and Tech was a better fit for her than boarding school had been, but it still wasn't easy. She went to school with her best friend, Lance, and got into detention plenty of times for mouthing off to the teachers. It wasn't until an incident involving Hammer Industries at the Stark Expo occurred that she began to get her act together. In addition to this inner struggle, most of the kids at school also begged for her to throw parties and ditch Lance. She ended up being outcasted once they figured out she wasn't a partier like her father, but she didn't mind. She had true friends at that point.

She interned at Stark Industries, partially out of nepotism but also because she was gifted when it came to computers and tech, and earned a full ride to New York University. Her father had wanted her to go to M.I.T. but she was a New Yorker at heart and didn't want to leave the city. And besides, N.Y.U. was the first place to recognize that Guin might have an interest beyond computers and machines, accepting her for a Chemical and Molecular Engineering program. Of course, her interest in the program came from her father's arc reactor.

The summer before her first year of college, she was then approached by S.H.I.E.L.D. to work as an agent for them, giving her life some focus that she needed. She accepted the offer in a heartbeat, excited at the prospect of working for S.H.I.E.L.D., and began assisting the X-Men and S.H.I.E.L.D. After the events in the Brotherhood Arc, where Guin discovered her mutation, she took an educational leave from S.H.I.E.L.D. and graduated from N.Y.U with her undergraduate degree. She's been living at the Institute for the time being as a member of the X-Men, trying to figure out what exactly she wants to do with her life. Does she want to go back to S.H.I.E.L.D. and become a full agent? Does she want to get her PhD? Does she want to eventually run her father's company? Or does she want to continue to be a member of the X-Men?

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Character Quote: "Why live in the real world?"
Theme Song: Cherry Bomb by the Runaways
Anything Else:

• Loki
• Horrors of Coventry
• Has a mind link with Pietro Maximoff

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While Guin and Marygold can get into some epic arguments when they have a disagreement, those rarely happen. Instead, the pair of them are often hanging out together and chatting. Ever since Guin began her assignment with the X-Men back when she joined S.H.I.E.L.D., she had been reporting to Marygold and Professor X. It really helped to foster a friendship between the two girls, to the extent that Guin considers Marygold to be her best friend in the world. If she needs anything, Guin will get it done for her, no questions asked.

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Guin finds Ayita's power to be incredible and once she gets to know the woman better, she's definitely going to ask if she could shift to an extinct species. Of course, there are other questions she has that are better left unsaid. However, she has noticed that Ayita has a decent taste in music and per Ayita's request (despite Ayita changing her mind a moment later), Guin has been working on designing a little piece of tech to assist Ayita on missions.

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After the battle at the power plant, Oshea and Guin discovered they had a few things in common. Namely, a love of video games, junk food, and building things. Guin's an engineer at heart, so she loves having someone to design things with and to construct them, especially if the things have no obvious use or purpose.

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Guin and Allison have become friends over the past month or so. It helped that Allison was close with Guin's best friend, but the pair of them honestly enjoy hanging out with each other. Plus, it doesn't hurt that Guin is willing to share "celebrity gossip" with Allison about her father and some of his friends.

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Guin has always respected Professor X, appreciating the time he takes out of his day to get to know her and to work with her. It's rare to meet someone like Xavier, since it's so easy to become consumed by rage and turn into the likes of Magneto. To Guin, Professor X ranks up there with individuals like Gandhi. He's doing so much to make the world a better place, doing more in a week than most people do in a lifetime.

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With Guin's "return" to college, her schedule became much busier. She spent her mornings in New York City at N.Y.U., working on her labs for her degree in chemical and molecular engineering. After the four to six hour lab ended, she'd then hop in one of her father's cars and head back to Xavier's Institute. Hank's been a rock of support for her lately, helping her with lab reports and keeping her stress levels down. He's even offered to let her work in the lab with him.

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Guin has always had a close relationship with her Supervising Officer (S.O.). Cassandra serves as her mentor for S.H.I.E.L.D. operations, but also helps Guin juggle getting her bachelor's degree and simultaneously, training on the job as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. If there's anyone that Guin trusts implicitly and would never defy, it'd be Cassandra.

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Guin wishes that she and Damon got along, mostly because the power to turn your tattoos into actual beings? That's awesome as fuck. Her admiration of the power could be compared to Iron Man's curiosity over the Hulk. Unfortunately, Guin loves chaos and Damon prefers order. The pair of them likely won't become good friends anytime soon.

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Needless to say, Guin and Marina don't get along. At all. And the day that they do get along is the day that world peace is finally achieved. Not only did Nina steal classified blueprints from Stark Industries and seduce Guin's father, but the woman has the nerve to treat her like a child. Guin begrudgingly works with Nina, but she doesn't trust the woman. And despite Nina's good relationship with someone Guin looks up to dearly, she doubt she ever will.

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To an outsider, Guin and Tony don't have the best of relationships. The two of them are constantly arguing with each other, as they're both incredibly stubborn. However, this fighting arises because of how similar the two are. They have almost identical personalities and do care fiercely about the other, even if it looks a little odd to outsiders. Guin would never openly admit this, but she looks up to her father. He's been her hero long before he became Iron Man.

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Guin has dated a few people before, but she's never really had a proper boyfriend. The circumstances in which she met Pietro practically came from the screenplay of a romantic comedy, and as silly as it sounds, there's something about him that she just can't quite put her finger on. They have the same taste in music, enjoy the same games, and Guin genuinely enjoys spending time with him. Of course, he's incredibly hot, which doesn't hurt.

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While Carolina and Guin don't have much in common, Guin treats Carolina like a friend. She's Cassandra's younger sister and new to the X-Men, as well as having a decorated past from what Guin has read in the S.H.I.E.L.D files. The two of them manage to get along fairly well, despite not hanging out with each other or interacting too much. Most of their interaction is through Cassandra.

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Name: Bonnie Anne Chase
Aliases: Bon, Bonnie Richardson, Agent Chase
Age: 29
Birthday: March 9th
Species: Human
Birth Place: Brossard, Quebec, Canada
Occupation: Biochemist (Doctorates in Anatomy and Biochemistry)
Gender: Female
Languages: English, French

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 162 pounds
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Dark blue
Hair: Strawberry blonde
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: An intricate compass tattoo on her left ankle, pierced ears, her dead husband's name (James) tattooed on her heart
Personal Style: Bonnie's personal style can best be described as classy and comfortable. She wears a nice button up blouse, usually a solid color but sometimes with a pattern, dark washed jeans, and flats. Everything is about being neat, but also able to work and move just as well. All her clothing choices always have a sophisticated flair, making her ready to walk the streets of just about any major city.

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Confident * Stubborn * Ambitious * Spiteful

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widowed
Personality: Ever since she was little, Bonnie has always been about confidence. She isn't one to doubt herself, and when there's something she wants, she goes after it with all she has. Bonnie doesn't give up easily or let things happen--she likes to be in control and she likes things to follow the pattern that she predicts. And while this is great for her dedication and resiliency in face of problems, it's also given her a bit of a stubborn streak. If she's convinced something has to be done a certain way, she won't compromise. It's her way or the highway, essentially. And of course, if for whatever reason someone goes against her will, she holds the grudge for a long time. She's the type that gets revenge, and even then, plots for more revenge.

But while all of that may seem very negative, Bonnie is a terrific person to know. She's sweet and nice, as well as funny and sarcastic, always being able to come up with a witty reference. Her sharp mind provides a lot of her humor, with banter and verbal swordplay being her favorite things to do. Only if people deserve it will Bonnie be cruel to them--she doesn't burn down bridges without a very good reason. Of course, she is incredibly cunning, but she follows her moral compass. It's the reason why she has the compass tattoo, as a reminder for her to follow herself and to trust herself. She marches to the beat of her own drum and it shows. Hurt her, hurt one of her friends, and she'll come up with something worse than death.

She'll also reblog things on tumblr at the same time.

Habits: Biting her nails, drawing on her arms
Hobbies: Cosplay, hiking, drawing, reading
Fears:

• Being lost in an expansive area
• Terrorist attacks
• Being powerless/controlled

Likes:

• Comic books
• Tumblr
• Art museums
• Science museums
• Hiking
• Rainy days

Dislikes:

• Heat
• Traditional family roles
• Procrastination
• Disregarding protocol
• Creationists
• Anyone who hates on the military

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General World Skills:

• Drawing
• Forensic Sketches
• Anatomy
• Autopsies
• Biochemistry
• Latin Etymology
• S.H.I.E.L.D. Protocols

Combat Skills:

• Throwing Knives
• Hand-to-Hand Combat
• Pistols
• Gymnastics
• Swimming

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Dark washed blue jeans, black blazer, bright red cloche hat, white button up blouse, thin black socks, flats
• Deceased husband's dog tags
• Pocket Sketch book
• Sharpened Pencil
• iPhone 6S
• Latex gloves
• S.H.I.E.L.D. Badge
• Wallet: insurance card, emergency medical card, credit card, debit card, $50 cash
• Icer
• Small red handbag

Apartment:

• A box filled with the belongings of her dead husband (medals, papers, pictures, ect)
• DC Comic Book Collection
• Black cat, female, named Macbeth
• MacBook Air
• Set of throwing knives
• Spare pencils and sketchpads
• Textbooks on Anatomy, Biology, and Chemistry
• Wedding photo album
• Various case files

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Why You Joined S.H.I.E.L.D.: Bonnie had been in JROTC in high school and enjoyed the structure the program gave. It made sense to her, the chain of command and the protocols. She had been considering working as a forensic artist or as an autopsy assistant, perhaps even going into the military itself or joining the CDC. But S.H.I.E.L.D. made the offer first to Bonnie and it was better than she could possibly imagine. It didn't hurt that she had two doctorates already as well, with one doctorate being an academy requirement.

History Up To This Point: Bonnie's father was French-Canadian, but married a woman from the United States. They initially settled in a major city in Quebec, having their first child, Bonnie Anne, shortly after settling down. Her mother was a professor of anthropology and her father a dentist, both attempting to instill positive values in their daughter. She was sent to a private Catholic school through eighth grade, until her mother received a post at George Washington University, moving the family to the United States. And although no one in the family was rather religious, but the private school seemed like a good option at the time. She grew to love the arts and science, taking gymnastic lessons daily and even learning to throw knives.

She had become a bit snobby by then, used to having everything handed to her. She was sent to a different private school in Washington D.C., one aimed for girls who lived science. There was one other new student transferring in--a shy but sweet and insanely intelligent girl a few years younger than Bonnie named Cecily Ashworth. Cecily introduced Bonnie to her love of comic books, and while they were socially ostracized by the rest of the school, the pair of them didn't care. Bonnie fell in love with the possibilities presented by comic books and novels, even after Cecily moved away at the end of the year.

Bonnie went to college and studied biochemistry and anatomy, earning doctorate degrees in both fields. On the side, she continued to hone her art skills, drawing characters from books and movies as a way to relieve stress. She was fascinated by the human form itself, a subtle merge of her loves of science and drawing. Her brilliance and drive won her a place at the S.H.I.E.L.D. academy, continuing on with science. It was there that she met her sweetheart, James Richardson, who was studying in Operations and just a year her younger. They married the day after they both graduated from the academy.

Seven months into their marriage, James was killed by a hostile enhanced individual.

Bonnie took it hard. She threw herself into her work, attempting to develop new techniques but not really accomplishing that much. There were a lot of sleepless nights in the lab and she lost interest in her hobbies, eventually not even bothering to eat. She was taken off of active duty and ushered into counseling, only finally getting over her grief eight months later.

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Character Quote: "A picture's worth a thousand words--and it can even bring the death penalty."
Deviances: None
Theme Song: Merry Happy - Kate Nash
Anything Else:
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

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Name: Bonnie Anne Chase
Aliases: Bon, Bonnie Richardson, Agent Chase
Species: Human
Powers: N/A
Age: 33
Nationality: Canadian
Birthday: March 9th, 1987
Birth Place: Brossard, Quebec, Canada
Gender: Female
S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy: Sci-Tech
Qualification: Doctorates in Anatomy and Biochemistry
Years in the Field: Seven Years

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 148 pounds
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Dark Blue
Hair: Strawberry Blonde
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: An intricate compass tattoo on her left ankle, pierced ears, her dead husband's name (James) tattooed on her heart
Personal Style: Bonnie's personal style can best be described as classy and comfortable. She wears a nice button up blouse, usually a solid color but sometimes with a pattern, dark washed jeans, and flats. Everything is about being neat, but also able to work and move just as well. All her clothing choices always have a sophisticated flair, making her ready to walk the streets of just about any major city.

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Confident * Stubborn * Ambitious * Spiteful * Practical * Blunt

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widowed
Personality: Ever since she was little, Bonnie has always been about confidence. She isn't one to doubt herself, and when there's something she wants, she goes after it with all she has. Bonnie doesn't give up easily or let things happen--she likes to be in control and she likes things to follow the pattern that she predicts. And while this is great for her dedication and resiliency in face of problems, it's also given her a bit of a stubborn streak. If she's convinced something has to be done a certain way, she won't compromise. It's her way or the highway, essentially. And of course, if for whatever reason someone goes against her will, she holds the grudge for a long time. She's the type that gets revenge, and even then, plots for more revenge.

But while all of that may seem very negative, Bonnie is a terrific person to know. She's sweet and nice, as well as funny and sarcastic, always being able to come up with a witty reference. Her sharp mind provides a lot of her humor, with banter and verbal swordplay being her favorite things to do. Only if people deserve it will Bonnie be cruel to them--she doesn't burn down bridges without a very good reason. Of course, she is incredibly cunning, but she follows her moral compass. It's the reason why she has the compass tattoo, as a reminder for her to follow herself and to trust herself. She marches to the beat of her own drum and it shows. Hurt her, hurt one of her friends, and she'll come up with something worse than death.

She'll also reblog things on tumblr at the same time.

Habits: Biting her nails, drawing on her arms
Hobbies: Hiking, drawing, reading
Fears:

• Being lost in an expansive area
• Terrorist attacks
• Being powerless/controlled

Likes:

• Comic books
• Tumblr
• Art museums
• Science museums
• Hiking
• Rainy days

Dislikes:

• Heat
• Traditional family roles
• Procrastination
• Disregarding protocol
• Creationists
• Anyone who hates on the military

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General World Skills:

• Drawing
• Throwing Knives
• Hand-to-Hand Combat
• Swimming
• Gymnastics
• Pistols
• Quebecois (reading/writing)

Speciality Skills:

• Anatomy
• Autopsies
• Biochemistry
• Forensic Art (Sketches)
• Latin Etymology
• Emergency First Aid
• Enhanced Physiology
• Jack of All Trades (Medicine)
• Enhanced Surgery

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Dark washed blue jeans, black blazer, bright red cloche hat, white button up blouse, thin black socks, flats
• Forensic Artistry/Medical Bag
• iPhone 6S
• Latex gloves
• S.H.I.E.L.D. Badge
• I.C.E.R.

Possessions:

• A box filled with the belongings of her dead husband (medals, papers, pictures, ect)
• Set of throwing knives
• Spare pencils and sketchpads
• Textbooks on Anatomy, Biology, and Chemistry
• Wedding photo album
• Various case files
• Comic Books

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Why did you want to become an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?: Bonnie had been in JROTC in high school and enjoyed the structure the program gave. It made sense to her, the chain of command and the protocols. She had been considering working as a forensic artist or as an autopsy assistant, perhaps even going into the military itself or joining the CDC. But S.H.I.E.L.D. made the offer first to Bonnie and it was better than she could possibly imagine. It didn't hurt that she had two doctorates already as well, with one doctorate being an academy requirement.

General History: Bonnie's father was French-Canadian, but married a woman from the United States. They initially settled in a major city in Quebec, having their first child, Bonnie Anne, shortly after settling down. Her mother was a professor of anthropology and her father a dentist, both attempting to instill positive values in their daughter. She was sent to a private Catholic school through eighth grade, until her mother received a post at George Washington University, moving the family to the United States. And although no one in the family was rather religious, but the private school seemed like a good option at the time. She grew to love the arts and science, taking gymnastic lessons daily and even learning to throw knives.

She had become a bit snobby by then, used to having everything handed to her. She was sent to a different private school in Washington D.C., one aimed for girls who lived science. There was one other new student transferring in--a shy but sweet and insanely intelligent girl a few years younger than Bonnie named Cecily Ashworth. Cecily introduced Bonnie to her love of comic books, and while they were socially ostracized by the rest of the school, the pair of them didn't care. Bonnie fell in love with the possibilities presented by comic books and novels, even after Cecily moved away at the end of the year.

Bonnie went to college and studied biochemistry and anatomy, earning doctorate degrees in both fields. On the side, she continued to hone her art skills, drawing characters from books and movies as a way to relieve stress. She was fascinated by the human form itself, a subtle merge of her loves of science and drawing. Her brilliance and drive won her a place at the S.H.I.E.L.D. academy, continuing on with science. It was there that she met her sweetheart, James Richardson, who was studying in Operations and just a year her younger. They married the day after they both graduated from the academy.

Seven months into their marriage, James was killed by a hostile enhanced individual.

Bonnie took it hard. She threw herself into her work, attempting to develop new techniques but not really accomplishing that much. There were a lot of sleepless nights in the lab and she lost interest in her hobbies, eventually not even bothering to eat. She was taken off of active duty and ushered into counseling, only finally getting over her grief eight months later. She has since risen through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s ranks and is one of the top agents, with about seven years of experience. She has been assigned to Hawkeye's unit as of late, but also has been a part of Fury's Mutant Response team.

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Character Quote: "Cells and molecules are infinitely more creative than humans ever could be."
Theme Song: The Other Side by Ruelle
Anything Else: ~included in previous CS~
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Name: Gwendolyn Georgie Westbrook
Aliases: Gwen
Age: 17
Birthday: July 2nd, 1999
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: New Castle, Pennsylvania
Years With Dunder Mifflin 0 (Recent Hire)
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Intern
Languages: English (fluent); Spanish (intermediate)

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 160 pounds
Build: Curvy
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Creamy
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced ears. She has a scar on her knee from a canoeing accident at camp when she was twelve.
Personal Style: She either has her hair down or up in a ponytail. She isn't one to wear make-up unless it's a special occasion, as she's a bit of a tomboy. If she doesn't brush her hair after its wet, it tends to curl, making some people think she actually spent the time to curl it (she didn't). Her personal style is fairly typical for a tomboy, tending to wear jeans and a comfy shirt, rather than designer labels.

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Independent * Sarcastic * Determined * Judgmental

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: In a relationship
Personality: Gwen is the type of person who, in a novel, would be labeled "a strong female character." She doesn't take nonsense from anyone and is very confident in her own actions, thinking everything through and making the best choice. She is decisive and firm, hardworking and able to get things done.

She doesn't procrastinate and is very methodic in her approach to problems. However, she's also a bit snarky and quick to judge people, assuming that she's figured out everything about them. Being wrong isn't something that (so she thinks) happens often. Of course, she also tends to find a lot of humor in sarcasm, and it serves to lighten up her personality. She is a decent friend, but a blunt and honest one as well. She doesn't sugarcoat things, and doesn't think anyone else should either.
Habits:Tapping her pen against the desk constantly, twitching her leg, pretending to stalk/follow people
Hobbies: Archery, soccer, drama/theater, puzzles
Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged

• Her father being killed on duty
• Her parents admitting they love her brother more
• Being stuck in New Castle her entire life

Likes:

• Movies
• Literature
• Nature
• Camping
• Sports
• Awards
• Alone time
• Dogs
• Driving

Dislikes:

• Corporate America
• Criminals
• Hamburgers
• Pushy People
• Snakes
• Drama Queens

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General World Skills:

• Electronics
• Driving (Car)
• Wilderness Survival
• Comic Books & Movies
• Interrogation (Flawed and Basic)

Combat Skills:

• Swimming
• Soccer
• Archery
• Running

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing- Blue jeans, soccer jersey or other t-shirt, necklace with blue pendant, sneakers, white socks, black hoodie
• Backpack: summer assignments, wallet (debit card, school ID, driver's license, $5 cash)
• iPhone 5C
• Keys to the house and the car
• Whichever novel she's reading that week

Desk:

• A book of puzzles
• Pencil
• Soccer gear bag: uniform, cleats, soccer ball
• Comic Book stash
• Funko Pop Star Wars collection
• A notebook filled with notes on everyone in the office
• Blue 2007 Nisan Sentra

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What Brings You to Dunder Mifflin: Despite her hatred of everything corporate, she needed the money. Her parents hadn't saved up much for her to go to college, sending Kingston to a pricey boarding school every year instead. As much as she detests Dunder Mifflin, they gave her the best officer. The police didn't need interns either, so it wasn't like she was going to get any useful experience in her field. Gwen just hopes the summer goes by quickly.

Life Up To This Point:Gwen was named after her father, George (hence the middle name Georgie). From the moment she was born, she acted rather like him, something that holds true to this day. Her father was from Boston, working as a homicide detective there, when he met Annie. She was in town for an education convention, and they had a whirlwind romance. "It was the kind you see in Lifetime movies," Annie still says to this day. After a long distance relationship for several years, it became clear to the two of them that they were meant to be. George relocated for Annie, moving to her hometown of New Castle, Pennsylvania.

A few years into their marriage, they gave birth to twins: Gwendolyn Georgie and Kingston George. The twins were polar opposites, with Gwendolyn acting more masculine, and Kingston acting more feminine. She loved cops and playing in the mud and cars, while Kingston enjoyed baking and playing the piano. A bit of an exaggeration, Annie always claimed, but it was true nonetheless. George and Annie wanted the best for their children, and a small town seemed to be perfect. They ensured that their children would have every opportunity, the entire reason Kingston ended up going to a boarding school in order to jumpstart his career in music. Gwen, meanwhile, was allowed to come with her father to the station, as she had determined she wanted to follow in his footsteps and become a detective.

A tomboy to the end, Gwen excelled in soccer and picked up archery on the side. However, in high school, she ended up discovering a love of theater, and started auditioning regularly for all of the plays. Her grades are decent--not the highest of the school, but not poor either. She ended up taking a fair amount of advanced courses, and is set on attending university in order to get a degree in criminology, and push her into her field.

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Character Quote: "Everything is out there, if we take a moment to look."
Theme Song: Confident - Demi Lovato
Dirty Little Secret: Gwen is adopted; Kingston's actual twin sister was stillborn.
Anything Else: ~already submitted in previous CS~

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Name: Gwendolyn Georgie Westbrook
Aliases: Jenna Jones, Gwen
Age: 17
Birthday: July 2nd
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Red Lake Native: Yes
Birth Place: New Castle, Pennsylvania
Place of Residency 052 Forrester Drive
Gender: Female
Education: Attending High School
Occupation: Unpaid Intern with Red Lake Police
Languages: English (fluent); Spanish (intermediate)

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 160 pounds
Body Type: Curvy
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Creamy
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced ears. She has a scar on her knee from a canoeing accident at camp when she was twelve.
Personal Style: She either has her hair down or up in a ponytail. She isn't one to wear make-up unless it's a special occasion, as she's a bit of a tomboy. If she doesn't brush her hair after its wet, it tends to curl, making some people think she actually spent the time to curl it (she didn't). Her personal style is fairly typical for a tomboy, tending to wear jeans and a comfy shirt, rather than designer labels.

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Independent * Sarcastic * Determined * Blunt

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Jenna is the type of person who, in a novel, would be labeled "a strong female character." She doesn't take nonsense from anyone and is very confident in her own actions, thinking everything through and making the best choice. She is decisive and firm, hardworking and able to get things done. She's a girl after Ron Swanson's heart and believes in treating others with respect unless they do something to lose that respect.

She doesn't procrastinate and is very methodic in her approach to problems. However, she has a bit of classic teenager snark. Being wrong isn't something that (so she thinks) happens often. Of course, she also tends to find a lot of humor in sarcasm, and it serves to lighten up her personality. She is a decent friend, but a blunt and honest one as well. She doesn't sugarcoat things, and doesn't think anyone else should either.

Habits: Tapping her pen against the desk constantly, twitching her leg,
Hobbies: Archery, soccer, puzzles, pretending to stalk/follow people
Fears:

• Her father being killed on duty
• Her parents admitting they love her brother more
• Being stuck in Red Lake her entire life

Likes:

• Movies
• Literature
• Nature
• Camping
• Sports
• Awards
• Alone time
• Dogs
• Driving

Dislikes:

• Corporate America
• Criminals
• Hamburgers
• Pushy People
• Turtles
• Drama Queens

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General World Skills:

• Photography
• Basic Interrogation
• Basic Police Protocol
• Driving (Car)
• Wilderness Survival
• Knots

Combat Skills:

• Swimming
• Soccer
• Archery
• Running

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Blue soccer jersey, necklace with blue pendant, black and well loved sneakers, and a black hoodie
• Wallet - debit card, school ID, driver's license, $15 cash
• Flip Phone - no internet capabilities
• Keys - house and car
• Navy grey backpack
• Novel - varies by week which one
• Compass
• Swiss Army Knife
• Water Bottle
• Notebook - filled with observations on people, due dates for homework, and so forth

Possessions Kept At Home: ELEVEN THINGS

• Star Wars puzzle; halfway complete
• Soccer Gear: uniform, cleats, shin gear, soccer ball
• Small comic book stash
• Star Wars Lego figurines
• Old, completed notebooks
• Camera
• Blue 2005 Nissan Sentra
• Dell Desktop computer
• Basset Hound, Tony
• Camping gear

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Life In Red Lake: Jenna was adopted not more than a week after she was born. While her birth mother wanted to name her Jenna Jones, she ended up being named after her adoptive father, George. It gave her the middle name of Georgie and it seemed to stick, as for as long as anyone could remember, she acted incredibly like him. He was a homicide detective from Philadelphia who fell in love with Annie, a school administrator from Red Lake. She was in town for an education convention, and they had a whirlwind romance. George ended up relocating for Annie, moving to her hometown of New Castle, Pennsylvania.

It was a few years into their marriage that they gave birth to twins, only the female twin didn't make it. They were distraught but decided to give the chance to an abandoned child, one who could help the fill the hole of what they lost. They adopted Jenna and named her Gwendolyn Georgie, with their biological son being named Jason George. The couple kept Gwen's adoption a secret, with everyone else believing that Gwendolyn Georgie and Jason George were twins.

They were polar opposites, with Gwen acting more masculine, and Jason acting more feminine. She loved cops and playing in the mud and cars, while Jason enjoyed baking and playing the piano. A bit of an exaggeration, Annie always claimed, but it was true nonetheless. George and Annie wanted the best for their children, and a small town seemed to be perfect. They ensured that their children would have every opportunity, with Jason eventually heading off to a prestigious boarding school to jumpstart his career in music. Gwen, meanwhile, was allowed to come with her father to the station and apply for an internship, as she had determined she wanted to follow in his footsteps and become a detective.

It was when she was sixteen that Gwen received a letter from a woman claiming to be her birth mother. A confrontation with her parents led to the secret coming out, with Gwen emerging from the confusion a few days later, wanting to go by her birth name of Jenna Jones. This, quite understandably, hurt her parents deeply and so they came up with a compromise--if she still wanted to change it when she was eighteen, she could do it then. It was confusing enough correcting her teachers and classmates to use her "real" name of Jenna, with many still messing up and calling her Gwen.

Thoughts On Riley Walker: Jenna has known Riley since she was little, given that the two of them are in the same grade in a very small town. To her, it's incredibly surreal to think that something happened to Riley. Her internship with the police department has demonstrated to her that threats still happen in small towns, but this wasn't a faceless victim on the missing signs. It was someone that she knew. It throws her off slightly, but also gives Jenna some motivation to try to sneak a peak at any evidence the cops have found and to grill her adoptive father at dinner about it all.

Thoughts On The Murder: Now given that Jenna didn't really have any personal connection to the mayor, beyond her mother donating money to his campaign a few years back, his murder didn't faze her at all. Instead, it struck her as curious. It was obviously hinting towards the age old quarrel in Red Lake, but that had been settled decades ago. Why bring it up now? And why wait for the Full Moon? Part of her wonders if the Mayor was picked as a victim in order to terrify white people with talk of curses.

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Theme Song: Confident - Demi Lovato
Deviances: Jenna can see ghosts
Extra Information: Fenrir Greyback; X-Men: Darkness Rising

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Howard Lucas Brighton
Aliases: Professor Brighton, Book-Nazi
Age: 34
Birthday: November 11th, 1981
Ethnicity: Half Hispanic, Half Caucasian
Birth Place: Altsoba, Washington
Place of Residency: Number 1 Grant Road
Hometown Altsoba, Washington
Gender: Male
Highest Level of Education: Masters in Anthropology; Bachelors in Archaeology
Occupation: Owner of Forgotten Relics; Part-Time Professor at Pacific North University
Languages: English, Latin, Greek, Hebrew

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Height: 6'3"
Weight: 185 pounds
Body Type: Lean and muscular
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color and Style: He styles his hair to sweep up slightly, otherwise keeping it neat and short. He has brown hair, as well as a bit of a goatee.
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A small scar on his right thigh from a schoolyard brawl back when he was young
Personal Style: Classy and professional--he's always wearing a neat suit and shoes, unless, of course, he's digging in the ground for bones.

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Philanthropic * Distrustful * Humorous * Dismissive

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: To understand all about him, you need only be in the presence of his private collection of books. Any questions you ask about them or claims to be familiar are instantly brushed off, with him turning to the role of the teacher, whether or not you want to be his student. It is a bit demeaning, but he hardly expects much of anyone, especially when it comes to his specialized knowledge. He also would likely make a series of ever the more dramatic threats, as he doesn't trust anyone at all. Any damage to his books would be the end of the world, and as far as he's aware, letting anyone be unattended with one is inviting some sort of catastrophe. As much as he loves humanity, he dislikes and shows a lot of disdain for actual humans. He craves and celebrates each thought penned by societies old and current, but actual human interaction is a puzzle for him.

Of course, his social awkwardness can be incredibly amusing, though he wouldn't understand why. He tends to somehow put his foot in his mouth in an adorable manner, almost naive and innocent. His humor comes from his lack of awareness about it, and since many people don't tend to bother him, he hasn't had the chance to realize it. Anyone able to have an engaging discussion on a text with him is likely to receive his admiration, as he doesn't expect much of people--he hardly trusts his father, for example, to remember how to breathe. To him, he's playing the Sims, and everyone else is useless and in need of his help. He's a bit of a narcissist for it, but he has good intentions. He wants to preserve the thoughts of humankind--regardless of his distaste for actual people.

Habits: Snorting while others are talking, tapping his foot, glancing at his phone while others are talking
Hobbies: Rare book collecting, attending lectures, gardening
Fears:

• A fire at his store
• Dying in Altsoba
• Relationships

Likes:

• Classic Rock
• Songs Trending on Spotify
• Homemade cannolis
• Reading
• Writing literary criticism essays
• A glass of wine before bed

Dislikes:

• Electronics
• Millennials
• People
• Small towns
• Movies
• Liars

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More Mental Skills: No more than six, be specific, and keep it realistic! For example, driving and cooking are both considered skills

• Knowledge of Archaeology
• Archival Skills
• Knowledge of Anthropology
• Knowledge of Philosophy
• Knowledge of Rare and Ancient Texts
• Book Restoration and Maintenance

Physical Skills: No more than four, and be specific!

• Gardening
• Boxing
• Dual katanas
• Stamina

Day to Day Belongings:
Whatever you carry with you and refuse to leave the house without!

• Wallet: ID, $50 cash, credit card, debit card, driver's license
• Shop, home, and car keys
• Checkbook
• Light reading materials (currently Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch)
• Breath mints
• Clothing-- A simple suit, nothing too fancy. The works.
• Magnifying glass (small)

Home:
Supplies, things of note, special belongings—things beyond basics (i.e. things like butterfly collections, shot guns, bibles, computers, and so forth)

• Dual katanas-- purchased in Japan on expedition
• Diplomas from NYU and Columbia
• His private-private book collection
• Magnifying glass
• Book restoration kit
• Maps and charts from old expeditions
• Bookmark collection
• Punching bag
• Fountain pen collection
• Gardening supplies
• Restored 1930 bentley

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Life Before The Apocalypse Howard was born to Benedict and Josefina Brighton. Benedict had been a missionary in his youth and met Josefina through his work, bringing her back with him to the United States. The pair of them married and settled down to a quiet life in Altsoba, Washington, where Benedict worked as a school guidance counselor, having ended his previous career. Five years later, Josefina gave birth to their first and only child, naming him Howard after Benedict's father and Lucas after Josefina's father.

Howard grew up in a house filled with the relics and souvenirs from Benedict and Josefina's travels. They amazed him to no end, inspiring him to look into other cultures. It caused him to quickly become discontent with the small town of Altsoba, as the most diverse thing in town was the various types of cows. He dreamt of studying in Spain, Portugal, China, Iran...And in hopes of being able to achieve this, Howard studied as hard as he could in school, taking as many social studies courses as he could in order to secure a scholarship. The other students in school bullied him greatly for this, beating him up after class, so Howard began to study boxing in an effort to defend himself.

While he was not awarded a scholarship, he was able to attend NYU for college, calling the city of New York his home for the next four years. He majored in archaeology, allowing him to be shipped off to various countries for his studies, and experience new cultures. Upon realizing cultures were what fascinated him, Howard attended Columbia University for his masters, studying anthropology. He focused on the development of cultures and their myths, of the stories they told their children to frighten them at night.

Howard graduated from Columbia with honors and spent the next few years traveling the world, working for various companies, and living his dream. However, when his parents were killed in a car crash, he had to return to Altsoba in order to settle his parents' affairs. He ended up moving into his childhood home and struggled to find more job opportunities, settling to teach at a community college and attempt to turn his hobby of collecting rare texts into something of a business.

Life Leading Up To the Apocalypse // What Brings You to Altsoba Despite hating it in Altsoba, Howard hasn't managed to leave after moving back in a few years ago. There aren't any jobs available elsewhere, and as much as he hates it there, he needs to be able to afford food. However, the rumors of the apocalypse were the best thing to ever happen to the town, in his opinion. All of the mythos of the end of the world had been recorded in every society he ever studied, and the prospect of getting a front row seat at the show excited him to no end.

Of course, that was if the entire apocalypse thing was real--he wasn't too convinced that it was.

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Theme Song: Hard To Be The Bard - Something Rotten
Deviances: N/A
Extra Information:
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Sayuki Kyasarin
Aliases: Kya, Sarin, Kyasarin, Rin
Age: 17
Birthday: October 15th
Ethnicity: Japanese
Birth Place: Nara, Japan
Hometown Nara, Japan // Los Angeles, California
Gender: Female
Highest Level of Education: High School
Occupation: Student
Languages: Japanese, English
Beta-Tester?: Yes

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Height: 5'0"
Weight: 100 pounds
Body Type: Skinny and athletic
Eye Color: Icy blue
Hair Color and Style: Black, pulled back into a messy ponytail with bangs
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Long white scarf, long white sleeved shirt, black vest, plaid skirt, brown running shoes, knee high black socks

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Determined * Argumentative * Feisty * Insensitive

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Kyasarin always was stubborn and feisty, prepared to debate a point to no end and convinced she had to stand up for herself--no pun intended. Despite the protection of her parents and brother, Kyasarin relied on herself and herself only from an early age. Her accident only increased this strength and will power, yet it also caused her to become frustrated and bitter. She wasn't able to move her legs anymore, and it caused her to snap at those she cared about. The bullying only made it worse. By the time she managed to join Sword Art Online and regain control of her legs, she had developed an almost insensitive attitude.

However, she is also one of the most fierce, courageous, and cunning people to walk the planet. Being confined to a wheelchair forces one to sharpen their mind for entertainment, and strategy comes easily to her. She's always looking for other angles, a natural to anything covert. Sly and brave, Kyasarin is up for any challenge, and she never gives up.

Habits: Prodding her legs and checking on them, smriking, adjusting her scarf
Hobbies: Video games, manga, anime, RP games and sites
Fears:

• Losing control of her legs in the game
• Sexual assault
• Public humiliation

Likes:

• Working legs
• Manga
• Anime
• One Mine Mysteries
• Video Games
• Cartoons

Dislikes:

• Wheelchairs
• Bullies
• Sweets
• Being ordered around
• The color pink
• Cowards

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Mental Skills:

• Strategy and tactics
• Disguise
• Basic Knowledge of Video Games
• Riddles
• Perception
• Quick thinking

Physical Skills:
Skills noted here are while playing S.A.O. due to her injuries.

• Acrobatics
• Agility
• Swift and quick sword--not brute force
• Balance

Inventory:
This will need to be updated throughout the RP

• Long sword
• Twin daggers

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Why are you playing Sword Art Online? Kyasarin was crippled in an accident just before she moved from Japan to the United States. Confined to a wheel chair, Kyasarin struggled initially with English, and soon became the easy target at her new school. Playing Sword Art Online gave her a chance to escape from a life of torment, and another chance at being able to not just walk, but run. It gave her back her legs and a fresh start. As soon as she heard about the game, she was dying to try it, and her parents thought it wouldn't be too bad of an idea.

Life Prior to Playing Sword Art Online:
Kyasarin was born to Fukuzawa Ayumi and Sayuki Hiro. The two young lovers were budding and promising; Ayumi was the heiress to a major corporation and Hiro was a prominent animator. They only had two children: Kyasarin and Naegi. Naegi was the eldest by ten years, and was an overprotective brother from the very start. Naegi and Kyasarin grew up as the best of friends, playing in their gorgeous hometown of Nara, Japan.

Once Kyarasin was seven years old, however, her maternal grandfather passed away and Ayumi inherited his company. Given that the board was based in the United States, the family was uprooted to California, in order to be closer to the Silicon Valley. Prior to leaving, Kyasarin went with some of her friends into a few of the nearby temples, and they pretended they were powerful mages. It attracted the attention of a less than stable passerby, and it evolved into an actual fight. Kyasarin shoved the foe into the base of a grandiose statue, only to have it fall on her, crushing her legs. The bones were entirely shattered, and while she wasn't paralyzed, the bones were never able to properly heal.

Kyasarin was flown to California in a wheelchair. Arriving, the adjustment period was already challenging, due to the language barrier. Her education in English had been subpar at best, causing her to be isolated from her new peers. And given that she was stuck in a wheelchair, they quickly singled her out as a target. Her brother faced similar isolation, hiding in his room, and causing that relationship to end. Before he had even moved out for college, Kyasarin had already been living like an only child.

Her parents tried to do their best by her, taking her to various specialists in hope of finding someone who could fix her legs, but nothing would work. Not even the most expensive of procedures had any hope of giving her back the ability to walk. She spent her days holed up in her room, watching anime and reading manga, at least enjoying that it was something she could understand. Eventually, she would watch other shows on Netflix, learning English quickly from them.

However, nothing could be done about her social isolation.

Life Since Playing Sword Art Online: Being selected as a beta tester due to her parents' combined connections, Kyasarin used Sword Art Online as an escape. Her tough and callous demeanor she developed to protect herself from the ruthlessness of the kids at school translated over into the game, but with the ability to use her legs (virtually), it became more confidence. She relished her chances to log-in and play the game, constantly running from area to area, learning new skills. Realizing early on it was best to specialize almost in a mode of combat, Kyasarin started learning to incorporate her sword moves with the acrobatics she had quickly picked up. It was a second chance for her--she wasn't going to waste it.

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Theme Song: Twenty Three by IU
Darkest Secret: Kyasarin doesn't want to leave the game.
Extra Information: Murder High Reunion

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.
_{FC: Levi Kazama}

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Name: Sayuki Kyasarin
Aliases: Kya, Sarin, Kyasarin, Rin
Age: 17
Birthday: October 15th
Ethnicity: Japanese
Birth Place: Nara, Japan
Hometown Nara, Japan // Los Angeles, California
Gender: Female
Highest Level of Education: High School
Occupation: Student
Languages: Japanese, English
Beta-Tester?: Yes

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120 pounds
Body Type: Skinny and athletic
Eye Color: Icy blue
Hair Color and Style: Black, pulled back into a messy ponytail with bangs
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Long white scarf, long white sleeved shirt, black vest, plaid skirt, brown running shoes, knee high black socks

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Determined * Argumentative * Feisty * Insensitive

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Kyasarin always was stubborn and feisty, prepared to debate a point to no end and convinced she had to stand up for herself--no pun intended. Despite the protection of her parents and brother, Kyasarin relied on herself and herself only from an early age. Her accident only increased this strength and will power, yet it also caused her to become frustrated and bitter. She wasn't able to move her legs anymore, and it caused her to snap at those she cared about. The bullying only made it worse. By the time she managed to join Sword Art Online and regain control of her legs, she had developed an almost insensitive attitude.

However, she is also one of the most fierce, courageous, and cunning people to walk the planet. Being confined to a wheelchair forces one to sharpen their mind for entertainment, and strategy comes easily to her. She's always looking for other angles, a natural to anything covert. Sly and brave, Kyasarin is up for any challenge, and she never gives up.

Habits: Prodding her legs and checking on them, smriking, adjusting her scarf
Hobbies: Video games, manga, anime, RP games and sites
Fears:

• Losing control of her legs in the game
• Sexual assault
• Public humiliation

Likes:

• Working legs
• Manga
• Anime
• One Mine Mysteries
• Video Games
• Cartoons

Dislikes:

• Wheelchairs
• Bullies
• Sweets
• Being ordered around
• The color pink
• Cowards

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Mental Skills:

• Strategy and tactics
• Disguise
• Basic Knowledge of Video Games
• Riddles
• Perception
• Quick thinking

Physical Skills:
Skills noted here are while playing S.A.O. due to her injuries.

• Acrobatics
• Agility
• Swift and quick sword--not brute force
• Balance

Inventory:
This will need to be updated throughout the RP

• Long sword
• Twin daggers

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Why are you playing Sword Art Online? Kyasarin was crippled in an accident just before she moved from Japan to the United States. Confined to a wheel chair, Kyasarin struggled initially with English, and soon became the easy target at her new school. Playing Sword Art Online gave her a chance to escape from a life of torment, and another chance at being able to not just walk, but run. It gave her back her legs and a fresh start. As soon as she heard about the game, she was dying to try it, and her parents thought it wouldn't be too bad of an idea.

Life Prior to Playing Sword Art Online:
Kyasarin was born to Fukuzawa Ayumi and Sayuki Chikashi. The two young lovers were budding and promising; Ayumi was the heiress to a major corporation and Chikashi was a prominent lawyer. They only had two children: Kyasarin and Naegi. Naegi was the eldest by ten years, and was an overprotective brother from the very start. Naegi and Kyasarin grew up as the best of friends, playing in their gorgeous hometown of Nara, Japan.

Once Kyarasin was seven years old, however, her maternal grandfather passed away and Ayumi inherited his company. Given that the board was based in the United States, the family was uprooted to California, in order to be closer to the Silicon Valley. Prior to leaving, Kyasarin went with some of her friends into a few of the nearby temples, and they pretended they were powerful mages. It attracted the attention of a less than stable passerby, and it evolved into an actual fight. Kyasarin shoved the foe into the base of a grandiose statue, only to have it fall on her, crushing her legs. The bones were entirely shattered, and while she wasn't paralyzed, the bones were never able to properly heal.

Kyasarin was flown to California in a wheelchair. Arriving, the adjustment period was already challenging, due to the language barrier. Her education in English had been subpar at best, causing her to be isolated from her new peers. And given that she was stuck in a wheelchair, they quickly singled her out as a target. Her brother faced similar isolation, hiding in his room, and causing that relationship to end. Before he had even moved out for college, Kyasarin had already been living like an only child.

Her parents tried to do their best by her, taking her to various specialists in hope of finding someone who could fix her legs, but nothing would work. Not even the most expensive of procedures had any hope of giving her back the ability to walk. She spent her days holed up in her room, watching anime and reading manga, at least enjoying that it was something she could understand. Eventually, she would watch other shows on Netflix, learning English quickly from them.

However, nothing could be done about her social isolation.

Life Since Playing Sword Art Online: Being selected as a beta tester due to her parents' combined connections, Kyasarin used Sword Art Online as an escape. Her tough and callous demeanor she developed to protect herself from the ruthlessness of the kids at school translated over into the game, but with the ability to use her legs (virtually), it became more confidence. She relished her chances to log-in and play the game, constantly running from area to area, learning new skills. Realizing early on it was best to specialize almost in a mode of combat, Kyasarin started learning to incorporate her sword moves with the acrobatics she had quickly picked up. It was a second chance for her--she wasn't going to waste it.

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Theme Song: Twenty Three by IU
Darkest Secret: Kyasarin doesn't want to leave the game.
Extra Information: Murder High Reunion

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.
_{FC: Nana Komatsu}

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Name: Édouard Gautier Riviere
Aliases: Éd, Panier Percé [Spendthrift], Joli Garçon [Pretty Boy], Le Chou [The Cabbage]
Age: 23
Birthday: January 17th, 1987
Ethnicity: French
Birth Place: Grenoble, France
Location: World of Coca-Cola Museum, Atlanta, Georgia
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Business
Occupation: Trust Fund Baby
Languages: French (native), Italian (fluent), English (beginner)

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Height: 5'11"
Weight: 168 pounds
Build: Muscular and lean
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brown
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: French Flag Tattoo on his right upper arm encircled by the words Vive La France, Ship tattoo on his left upper arm, three piercings on his left ear

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Adventurous * Lazy * Endearing * Naive

Sexuality: Heterosexual (Bicurious)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: While some may describe Édouard as being a French Paris Hilton with mafia connections, that doesn't do him justice. Certainly, he has the vanity and needs of one who grew up accustomed to riches, and the worth ethic of a person who never had to work. From the moment he was born, everything was handed to Édouard on a silver platter, and while this did cause him to become a bit pretentious, it also sheltered him. There's an innocence about him that some may find charming, as while he's an adult, he still has a bit of the mentality of a child. He's old, but he hasn't really grown.

This causes him to be a bit reckless, always wanting to go out and do something interesting. Édouard is constantly reevaluating himself and where he is, hoping to find something to take away the boredom. Anything that he deems to be work is thrown out, but if he thinks of it as an experience or an adventure, his attitude changes. Too innocent and kind to run the mafia, Édouard has been forced to grow up and mature from the apocalypse, as he's survived without a household full of servants to take care of his every need. In a way, he's like a Trust Fund Baby leaving home for the first time, and interacting with the real world.

Habits: Whining, Fidgeting when seated
Hobbies: Thrill Seeking, Cards
Fears:

• Abandonment
• Never finding a sense of direction in his life
• Being unable to communicate in this post apocalyptic world

Likes:

• Sword Fighting
• Wandering Aimlessly
• Sleeping In
• Raves
• Cliff diving
• Indoor sky diving
• Tim Burton
• Luxury

Dislikes:

• Authority
• The English Language
• American Politics
• Work
• Academia
• Pressure
• Patience/Waiting Around

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Rapier
• Cutlass
• Mafia Operations
• Business
• Driving (Car)

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Foraging and Scavenging
• Basic Survival
• Shelter Construction (Poor)
• First Aid (Mediocre)
• Traps (Very Basic)

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Wearing a pair of brown hiking shoes he nicked from the REI, he also wears thick woolen socks. His dark washed jeans are grass stained and worse for wear, partnered with a white undershirt and a black button-up shirt. On top, he has a leather jacket with a wide collar, and a black belt. Of course, he also has the needed undergarments.
• Cutlass
• Rapier
• 3 in 1 Survival Whistle with Compass and Thermometer
• Backpack -- Wearing Thin
• Dented tin cans of pears, peas, and mush (baby food)
• Chipped metal water bottle, half full
• Keys to the poor, poor car that Édouard somehow managed to total and walk away from
• Thick, wool blanket
• French-English dictionary, with half of the pages missing or illegible

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Your First Walker Encounter: Édouard was at the World of Coca-Cola Museum, enjoying himself and struggling to read the signs. He had been trying to get someone to translate for him, not realizing he had been bothering other tourists and not employees. Eventually, someone did him the kindness to come over to him, but he noticed there was something...wrong...with the man. The man lunged at Édouard, attempting to bite him, only for Édouard's bodyguard to shove at the walker. The walker fell over the safety rails and landed in a large vat of Coca-Cola syrup.

History Before Outbreak: Édouard enjoyed a relatively comfortable life in Southeastern France, living not too far from Italy. His parents were involved in la mafia française, trafficking all sorts of illicit goods. The youngest in the family with two older sisters, Édouard enjoyed all of the riches from the trade. He was given his own bodyguard and was taken care of by a household of servants and staff. The lifestyle he enjoyed earned him the nickname Joli Garçon, meaning Pretty Boy.

Édouard wasn't truly cut out for organized crime. Preferring parties and fine clothing to threats and underground networking, his parents groomed his sisters for running the business, and doted on leur petit prince. After protesting being taken to school, his parents gave in and allowed him to have private tutors. These tutors hardly stood up for themselves, only teaching Édouard subjects that he was interested in. Consequently, while he became fluent in Italian, he never learned to speak English.

His diva phase shifted into a bit of a rebellious one by the time he was 17, with Édouard getting multiple tattoos and piercings. He shunned the more flamboyant pleasures and began to dress comme un gothique. Hoping that they would be able to redirect his attention towards the family business, his parents began to make arrangements to send him to college to learn business. Those skills, they hoped, would help him eventually take over, much to his sisters' annoyance.

And while he did attend college, he mostly went there for experiences. He attempted to drop out on several occasions, only to be found learning how to "swashbuckle" in Cyprus. Frustrating his parents to no end, Édouard threw away a small fortune on unneeded items, such as buying a car, only to "lose it" the next day. From this, he became leur panier percé, known in English as a spendthrift.

At age twenty, Édouard told his parents he was going to America to find himself that summer. They gave a very weak protest, but he went off anyways. On his tour, he picked up very basic English, such as: "Toilet. Girl. Hungry. Where? Fuck off. Those few words and more helped him get around the country, along with his bodyguard and a guide book, written in French. Eventually, Édouard found himself in Georgia, and decided to spend his day at the World of Coca-Cola Museum in Atlanta.

History Since Outbreak: Félix, his bodyguard, is the only reason Édouard has managed to survive. Félix had taken a romantic interest in the boy, safeguarding him from harm as much as he could. For a while, Édouard explored a relationship with him, eventually ending it when he realized that he was not, in fact, gay. However, every so often, his experimental mood comes over him once again. When he was traveling with Félix, this became a special sort of hell for his bodyguard.

The pair of them fled the Coca-Cola Museum after the encounter, running to the penthouse suite that Édouard had rented. Félix wanted to run, but Édouard had become accustomed to a certain standard of living, and turned his nose up at the idea of leaving the suite. He insisted that anything they needed to survive could be found at the very top, and instructed Félix to barricade all of the entrances. For a few months, this method seemed to be working--until Édouard let a walker into the apartment, assuming it was the cleaning lady.

Needless to say, after escaping that situation miraculously, Félix managed to convince Édouard to leave the penthouse. The pair of them packed up everything they had and went inside of Édouard convertible, always having the roof up, much to Édouard's dismay. The pair of them lived in that car for the next three years, with Félix taking them to small towns and teaching (with some success) Édouard how to survive without a butler. Édouard picked up some various skills, gradually becoming more independent, and learning to fend for himself.

The pair were in Georgia when Félix and Édouard attempted to raid a REI type of store for more supplies. While inside, walkers surrounded Félix, and Édouard ran in cowardice, leaving Félix to die. Ever since, Édouard has been struggling to survive without his bodyguard, lamenting his fate and all of the so-called "wrongs" that have been done to him. Fortunately, he remembered the basics of how to get by--though Édouard recognizes that if he doesn't find other people soon, he'd likely end up dead within a few more months.

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Character Quote:
"Maman! Papa! Ce n'est pas une phase!"
"Vous voulez sortir avec moi, n'est-ce pas?"
"Comment dit-on 'walker' en français? Ben....Merde!"
Theme Song: The Headless Waltz - Voltaire
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Two
How Many People Have You Killed: One
Why: Due to his cowardice, he essentially killed Félix by leaving him to the walkers.
Anything Else: Jack and Tati

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Name: Édouard Gautier Riviere
Aliases: Éd, Panier Percé, Joli Garçon, Le Chou
Age: 23
Birthday: January 17th, 1696
Nationality: French
Birth Place: Grenoble, France
Affiliations: France; La Fraternité du Sang
Gender: Male
Education: Private Tutors
Social Class: Gentry
Occupation: Member of La Fraternité du Sang
Languages: French, Italian

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Height: 5'11"
Weight: 12 Stone
Build: Muscular and lean
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Brown; Wild and Messy
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: French Flag Tattoo on his right upper arm encircled by the words Vive La France. Ship tattoo on his left upper arm. Three piercings on his left ear. Blood droplet tattoo on wrist, symbol of La Fraternité du Sang.
Personal Style: Édouard dresses to impress. He wants to look like the coolest thing that has ever been seen. He imagines himself as exuding confidence and inspiring all of those who look at him. This ends up practically meaning a lot of jewelry and leather, as well as plenty of black. He definitely has a bit of a gothic thing going on.

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Adventurous * Lazy * Endearing * Naive * Honest * Prideful

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Betrothed
Personality: While some may describe Édouard as being a French Paris Hilton with mafia connections, that doesn't do him justice. Certainly, he has the vanity and needs of one who grew up accustomed to riches, and the worth ethic of a person who never had to work. From the moment he was born, everything was handed to Édouard on a silver platter, and while this did cause him to become a bit pretentious, it also sheltered him. There's an innocence about him that some may find charming, as while he's an adult, he still has a bit of the mentality of a child. He's old, but he hasn't really grown.

This causes him to be a bit reckless, always wanting to go out and do something interesting. Édouard is constantly reevaluating himself and where he is, hoping to find something to take away the boredom. Anything that he deems to be work is thrown out, but if he thinks of it as an experience or an adventure, his attitude changes. Too innocent and kind to run the mafia, Édouard has been forced to grow up and mature from the apocalypse, as he's survived without a household full of servants to take care of his every need. In a way, he's like a child leaving home for the first time, and interacting with the real world.

Habits: Whining, Fidgeting when seated
Hobbies: Thrill Seeking, Cards
Fears:

• Abandonment
• Never finding a sense of direction in his life
• Burial in an unmarked grave

Likes:

• Sword Fighting
• Wandering Aimlessly
• Sleeping In
• Opium
• Cliff diving
• Luxury
• The Sea

Dislikes:

• Authority
• The English Language
• Politics
• Work
• Academia
• Pressure
• Patience

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General World Skills:

• La Fraternité du Sang Operations
• Small Vessels
• Reading/Writing (French)
• Navigation
• Basic Survival

Combat Skills:

• Swimming
• Rapier
• Cutlass
• Brawling
• Dagger
• Balance

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Long leather coat, black vest, black trousers, black boots, black belt, brown holsters, several rings, several necklaces, small gold hoop earrings
• Rapier
• Cutlass
• Dagger
• Dagger
• Compass
• Whistle
• Map of the Caribbean
• Twenty Five Francs (French)
• Flask

Quarters:

• La Fraternité du Sang Files
• Deck of Cards
• Scroll - Sealed and Kept Under Lock and Key
• Spare Clothing
• Uncle's Rapier
• Fifty Francs
• Larger, More Extensive Map of the Caribbean

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Family History: Édouard's family is involved in organized crime, with the public appearance of being gentlemen in the gentry. They own vast amounts of property and enjoy a good deal of wealth, mostly derived from the drug trade. His father and mother had each been raised in the business. He has two older sisters, both of them ruthless and cunning, and hoping to gain control of La Fraternité du Sang. Their only obstacle is Édouard.

Behind Your Name: Édouard is a family name, meaning Wealthy Guardian.On his father's side, the eldest son was always named Édouard by tradition. His middle name, Gautier, is in honor of his mother's deceased brother and means Powerful Ruler. Neither of these descriptions are rather fitting for him, unfortunately.

History: Édouard enjoyed a relatively comfortable life in Southeastern France, living not too far from Italy. His parents were involved in la mafia française, trafficking all sorts of illicit goods. The youngest in the family with two older sisters, Édouard enjoyed all of the riches from the trade. He was given his own bodyguard and was taken care of by a household of servants and staff. The lifestyle he enjoyed earned him the nickname Joli Garçon, meaning Pretty Boy.

Édouard wasn't truly cut out for organized crime. Preferring parties and fine clothing to threats and underground networking, his parents groomed his sisters for running the business, and doted on leur petit prince instead. His parents tried in vain to educate him with private tutors, but those tutors hardly stood up for themselves and only taught Édouard subjects that he was interested in. Consequently, while he became fluent in Italian, he never learned to speak English.

His pampered life of luxury lent itself into a rebellious phase by the time he was 17, with Édouard getting multiple tattoos and piercings, in addition to his La Fraternité du Sang tattoo. He started to ask comme un gothique and his parents took this change positively, hoping to direct his attention towards the family business. They assigned him a small chapter to look over in Paris, hoping to groom him into taking over one day, much to his sisters' annoyance.

And while he did go to Paris, he fell in with another sort. He hired a man to teach him how to "swashbuckle" and threw away a small fortune on unneeded pleasures, as well as potentially fathering several illegitimate children. By the time he was twenty years old, Édouard was out of control and his parents were blind to it. His oldest sister, Alisanne, devised a plan. There were rumors of a flask containing ultimate power out in the Bermuda Triangle, and her little brother had always enjoyed the sea. She persuaded their parents to send Édouard to collect it and they agreed.

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Character Quote: "Vous voulez sortir avec moi, n'est-ce pas?"
Accent: French
Theme Song: The Headless Waltz by Voltaire
Anything Else:

• Elizabeth Swann; Virginia and Maeve
• His ship has been plotting mutiny since the moment they left France for the Caribbean.
• His bodyguard, unbeknownst to him, was assassinated by mistake. Édouard had been the intended target.
• He has been betrothed to the Honorable Alice Blackwood, the daughter of an English viscount, who lives in Port Royal.
• He has three children that he has never met.
• His sisters have been trying to kill him since he was 18.

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Name: Jaina Aurora Sarbye
Aliases: The Joker, Jane, Sarby
Age: 26
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Allegiance: Empire/New Republic/Neutral
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Female
Languages: Galatic Basic, Droidspeak, High Galatic
Occupation: Bounty Hunter

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Height: 5'5"
Weight: 140 pounds
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: The only scars she has are mental
Personal Style: Jaina's personal style isn't very typical for a bounty hunter. Most of them wish to conceal themselves, to get in and get out. Jaina goes with the basic flexible and movable material, but with her love of intense and bright colors, she decorates it with little pieces of strap, all sewn into the corset-like chest piece. She enjoys dressing like something a jolly rancher may puke up.

As for her hair, Jaina either has it down in curls, or up in some new sort of fashion. For combat, she normally braids it into pigtails. Despite being a bit insane, even Jaina hates getting her hair pulled. She loves to do dramatic makeup, usually trying something new each day. Of course, the colors all have to work together to create her bright rainbow of happiness.

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Happy * Psychotic * Carefree * Naive * Friendly * Reckless

Sexuality: Demisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Initially, Jaina was a quiet and sweet young girl, always seeing the best in everyone and trying her very best. She could never hurt a fly. If you went into a dictionary and looked up the definition of Happy Go Lucky, Jaina's picture would have been the only definition needed. Of course, this was largely due to the relatively sheltered life she had lived. Until her force sensitive brother began experimenting with her head, of course. This slowly but surely drove Jaina insane, to the extent that she always seems like this little cupcake of sunshine, rainbows, and happiness. Hardly anything could bring her down.

Of course, her psychosis manifests itself in other ways. Jaina lacks understanding of several concepts, the most concerning being life and death. It's a miracle she grasps the notion of object permanence still. To her, there's hardly anything to be afraid of in the world. Death is all an illusion, just something that others stress out about. Even when witnessing death or killing someone herself, Jaina is as unfazed as can be. There's a gigantic disconnect in her brain. This causes her to be fearless and confident, but also rash, reckless, and stupid. She's like a gambler, only she's betting her own life with each and every decision she makes.

Habits:

• Incessant giggling
• Swaying, as if to music

Hobbies:

• Organizing and reorganizing her collection of weapons
• Drawing
• Arguably, murder -- even if she doesn't recognize what she's doing

Fears:

• Returning to the asylum
• Her brother
• Restraints

Likes:

• Pedicures
• Flying
• Praise
• Loud and obnoxious colors
• ...when they run...
• Stories
• Fashion

Dislikes:

• Doctors
• Psychiatrists
• Guards
• Arguments
• Confinement
• Taking orders

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General Skills:

• Breaking and entering
• Tracking
• Pilot (Land)
• Escape artist
• Intuition
• Criminal hideouts
• Sleight of hand

Combat Skills:

• Blaster pistols (dual wielding)
• Acrobatics
• Tae Kwan Do
• Grappling
• Climbing
• Throwing knives

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Fitted but flexible black pants and shirt, accessorized with purple and blue strips (similar to Rey's, how it hangs and flutters a bit), a similarly colored corset-like chest piece, black combat boots, one purple fingerless glove, one blue fingerless glove
• Two Vilmarh's Revenge Blaster Pistols - Customized to match the colors of her outfit
• Set of small throwing knives
• Communication
• Jewelry - a blue and purple pendant, which unbeknownst to Jaina, is a tracking device used by her brother
• A Queen of Hearts playing card, with a bullet hole through the upward facing face of the queen
• IdentCard [folded up and shoved in a pocket]
• Credits [often fall out of her pocket, as money is something she can't quite wrap her head around anymore. She'd rather just take things.]

Quarters:

• Spare Vilmarh's Revenge Blaster Pistols
• Court mandated medication -- ineffective and often unused
• Piles of completed sketchbooks
• Art supplies
• A photograph of her and Jacen; very young
• A photograph of her and Jacen; present
• Various pieces of colorful fabric
• Spare throwing knives

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Jaina didn't neccessarily choose a side, but she didn't protest when one was selected for her. She grew up in a family that supported the Empire, with her siblings laying down their lives for it in service. Her twin brother was an Emperor's Hand. If anything, she lived in a house filled with Imperial propaganda. After her brother pulled some strings to get her out of the asylum, it was easiest for him to simply insert her into the Imperial war machine with her skills. It'd allow him to keep an eye on her. And given that Jaina doesn't really care about the Empire-Republic conflict, she hardly protested.

History: Jaina was the youngest child of the Sarbye family, with several older siblings, as well as a twin brother, Jacen. Growing up on Courscant, their parents tended to support the Empire, with Jacen and Jaina's older siblings all eventually joining the Imperial forces in one way or another. The twins enjoyed a relative life of luxury, until stormtroopers arrived at their home. Jacen was force sensitive and would be trained as an Emperor's Hand. Due to the relative influence of the family, Jacen would be able to remain and live at home, being trained during the workday.

It was then that Jaina's life took a sharp turn for the worst. Her brother, fascinated by the abilities he was learning to control, used his twin sister as practice. He had a particular interest in seeing if he could cure her of her mundane-ness, and trigger powers in her as well. It never succeeded, as she wasn't force sensitive. Instead, the repeated delving into her mind caused Jaina to lose her grip on reality. By the time their parents realized what Jacen did to Jaina, it was far too late. The shy girl became twisted, losing a grip on the notion of life and death. They became just words to her. She never seemed to grow upset or angry anymore, constantly laughing and smiling, giving Jaina the name the Joker.

Of course, craziness doesn't contain itself easily. She left the house eventually, heading for the capital city, for reasons even Jaina didn't understand. While there, Jaina managed to get a slight grip on her sanity -- but even then, it wasn't much. Getting caught at the wrong place at the wrong time, Jaina eventually found that her specific skill set had certain uses. For a variety of reasons that changed with her each and every whim, she ended up working as a Bounty Hunter, finding undesirables in society. Her career only furthered her dementia, culminating in her arrest when she hijacked and crashed a transport shuttle in order to get her mark. Due to her family's wealth, she had a top notch attorney, and was sent to an asylum.

Her brother completed his training as an Emperor's Hand, and perhaps out of pity, managed to retrieve Jaina from the asylum. He fixed her up with a position within the Empire, working as a Bounty Hunter once more. Jaina's lack of fear and understanding made her an asset in terms of keeping things secret, as well as tracking down some of the more nefarious targets. However, each week Jaina must attend a session with a doctor, otherwise, she'll be sent back to the asylum. It's the deal Jacen had to make to get her out of there.

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Character Quote: "No one can steal my happiness."
Theme Song: You Don't Own Me - LESLEY GORE
Imperial Record: Theft of a Transport Shuttle - resolved with admittance to psychiatric institute
Anything Else: Abandoned Hope, aaaand the Phantom Menace? :P I was more thinking of the Extended Universe book series with Lord Shadowspawn while creating this sheet, however.
What a Wonderful Word - Louis Armstrong
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Character Name: Jaina Aurora Sarbye
Age: 33
Public Occupation: Psychiatric Patient
Languages: English, Russian

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Height: 5'5"
Weight: 140 pounds
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde (Naturally Brown)
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Only mental scars
Personal Style: Jaina has a love for anything bright, obnoxious, and sparkly. If she had her way, she'd walk around dressed in her old circus attire all the time, and for added fun, she'd have some ribbons trail from her arms. Unfortunately, asylum policies don't allow strings. She tends to be in white sweat pants and a brightly colored t-shirt, all to add a little extra sunshine to her life. Her hairstyle is constantly changing, though she is partial to braided pigtails. And stage makeup. The more extreme, the better.

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Happy * Psychotic * Carefree * Reckless

Sexuality: Demisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Initially, Jaina was a quiet and sweet young girl, always seeing the best in everyone and trying her very best. She could never hurt a fly. In a military family, with loud and bold personalities, Jaina's personality provided contrast. No one could have expected her to become what she is today. However, after the experimental treatment she received from her brother, she became insane, to the extent that she is always happy. It is frightening, almost, her constant positivity. And while she has grown older, her psychosis hasn't changed.

Her psychosis manifests itself in many ways. Jaina lacks understanding of several concepts, the most concerning being life and death. It's a miracle she grasps the notion of object permanence still. To her, there's hardly anything to be afraid of in the world. Death is all an illusion, just something that others stress out about. Even when witnessing death or killing someone herself, Jaina is as unfazed as can be. There's a gigantic disconnect in her brain. This causes her to be fearless and confident, but also rash, reckless, and stupid. She's like a gambler, only she's betting her own life with each and every decision she makes.

Habits: Incessant giggling, swaying as if to music

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General World Skills:

• Breaking and Entering
• Disguise
• Escape Artist
• Sleight of Hand
• Intuition

Combat Skills:

• Pistols (Dual Wielding)
• Acrobatics
• Throwing Knives
• Tae Kwan Doe
• Climbing

Possessions:

• Current Clothing - white sweat pants, patterned purple zip-up hoodie, soft purple-pink tank top, crisp white sneakers.
• Hair ties
• Bobby pin
• A Queen of Hearts playing card, with a bullet hole through the upward facing face of the queen
• Blue and purple dragon eye pendant

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The Basics: Jaina was the youngest child of the Sarbye family, with several older siblings, as well as a twin brother, Jacen. They were a military family primarily, with every family member going into some form of service. They had sisters in the navy, brothers in the army, and a sister in the air force. It was family tradition. But the twins, neither of them wanted to join the military. They went through JROTC like the rest of the family, but when it came time for graduation, Jacen turned down an offer to become a Navy Nuke and went to Harvard to study neuroscience. Jaina, meanwhile, vanished.

She had run off and joined a primarily Russian circus. Sweet and a little bit shy, the circus helped to coax her out of her shell. And while it didn't happen overnight, she eventually made it as a first string acrobat, performing for crowds (primarily of small children) as they traveled the continental United States. The circus became her family, but a second string acrobat was jealous of Jaina's success. They loosened the riggings during her act, intending to humiliate Jaina and cause her to lose her spot--but the safety net hadn't been tested in years. When Jaina crashed into it, it broke, and she fell.

While she survived, she sustained brain damage at the young age of twenty eight. Her brother, now a doctor in experimental neuropsychology, tried his best to take care of his sister. He administered electroshock therapy to her, in order to help her regain what she had lost--and he was successful. Too successful. The brain damage was vanquished, her sanity along with it.

She now resides in Justice Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Her actions had culminated in a charge of second degree murder, though she was acquitted due to a mistrial. They couldn't put her in prison, but it was clear her sanity wasn't there--and so, it was the asylum for her.

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Character Quote: "No one can steal my happiness."
Theme Song: Control by Halsey
Anything Else: You Don't Own Me by Lesley Gore, A younger Jaina in a galaxy far, far away....

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Name: Harlianne Elizabeth Winnifred James
Aliases: Captain James, Mad Eyes
Age: 29
Birthday: January 30th, 1690
Nationality: English
Birth Place: Port Royal, Jamaica (English Territory)
Affiliations: The English; Calico Jack; Caribbean Pirates
Gender: Female
Education: Self Taught
Social Class: Lower Class
Occupation: Captain of the Bellona
Languages: English, Spanish

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Height: 5'8"
Weight: 11 Stone
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Ginger; Wildly Wavy
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced ears, branded 'P' on right forearm
Personal Style: With a shock of ginger hair, Harlianne already stands out in a crowd. Her pale face, by some miracle, is only nearly always sunburnt. Of course, she manages to cover it up with the same old hat she's been wearing since she was a little girl, a gift given to her by her adoptive father and former Captain. As often as she can, she wears the beaten brown coat pictured in the photo, partnered with various weapons. Everything is about function and form.

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Loyal * Manipulative * Curious * Stubborn * Clever * Reckless

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Harlianne was raised to be a pirate, and so, she acts like a pirate. She looks out for her own self interest, twisting words and manipulating individuals if needed to get what she desires. The difference between good and evil doesn't bother her, as she follows her own moral compass in order to determine right from wrong. However, Harlianne doesn't wish ill on the world. She isn't out for the pain of others. She's merely doing whatever it takes to survive, using her resourcefulness to solve any problem that comes across her. At the end of the day, she'll make the choice that keeps her alive--but she won't needlessly maim or injure.

Of course, she's also got healthy curiosity and a sense of adventure. She constantly yearns for excitement and brand new sights, never content with just staying still. The sea calls to her, with the new wonders it brings each day, allowing her to move and to be free. Harlianne is a restless soul to the bitter end.

Harlianne's weakness is her loyalty to her crew. She'd do anything for them. While she may be selfish, she won't do anything to jeopardize those underneath her command. It's part of her code, the Pirate's Code, that has been drilled into her since the very beginning. And lastly, it is indeed sometimes true that curiosity killed the cat. Harlianne continues to repeat that lesson time and time again.

Habits: Cleaning her nails with a dagger, whistling
Hobbies: Consuming copious amounts of rum, darts
Fears:

• Losing her crew
• Service to Davy Jones
• Corsets

Likes:

• Rum
• The Sea
• Shanties
• Animals
• Cards
• Piracy

Dislikes:

• Disrespect
• Breaking the Code
• The Peerage
• Those who assume breasts mean a woman can't do anything for herself
• Small children
• Roses

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General World Skills:

• Smuggling
• Bluff
• Sleight of Hand
• Survival
• Leadership
• Large Vessels
• Small Vessels
• Navigation
• Reading/Writing (English)

Combat Skills:

• Swimming
• Cutlass
• Pistol
• Daggers
• Stamina
• Climbing

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Floppy brown hat, long brown trenchcoat, two rings, small silver hoop earrings, grey short long sleeved blouse with sleeves rolled up, black leather vest, dark grey trousers, dark brown belt, black boots, three necklaces of varying lengths.
• Twenty shillings (English)
• Cutlass
• Cutlass
• Pistol
• Holster
• Dagger (in boot)
• Dagger (in boot)
• Compass
• Flask of Rum

Quarters:

• Spare Pistol
• Spare Pistol
• Barrel of Rum
• Pistol Ammunition
• Spare Clothing - All Similar Style to Above
• 20 ft. of Rope; Hemp
• Map of the Caribbean
• Captain's Journal
• Large Wooden Trunk
• Playing Cards

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Family History: Her father was a English Navy officer who came from a long line of military men. His father before him had been a commodore and his brother was a member of the armed forces, stationed in Virginia, one of the English colonies in North America. Her mother was the daughter of Christopher Monck, the Lieutenant Governor of Jamaica from 1687-1688. He was the Duke of Albemarle and with no other surviving children, her mother, Lady Elizabeth Arabella Catherine Monck, became the Duchess of Albemarle in 1688.

Behind Your Name: Harlianne's name was her mother's creation. Her first name is to honor Lady Elizabeth's childhood friend who died of yellow fever, Anne Harley. While Anne means Favor or Grace, Harley means From the Hare's Meadow. Her first middle name, Elizabeth, is after her mother. It means God of Plenty. Her second middle name, Winnifred, is after her father's mother, and means Reconciled or Blessed.

History Harlianne James was born in Port Royal during its English occupancy, when five forts defended the port. Two years later in 1692, a massive Earthquake struck Port Royal, practically decimating the settlement. The disaster was speculated to be brought on by the wrath of God, perhaps as punishment for only outlawing piracy in the colony in 1687. Either way, Harlianne's parents perished as part of the settlement collapsed into the sea. The young girl survived by a miracle, as her nurse had stashed her away on a boat, allowing her to survive as the island partially collapsed.

Her small vessel, of course, meant she was alone for a full day. Pirates had come to loot the wreckage of Port Royal, and instead, they found the young girl in a boat, all alone. Her family crest was on her clothing, allowing the pirates to identify the infant by her Christian name. They took the child in, initially intending to hold her for ransom, but realized that her small size could be advantageous. Not only would the English government consent to sending in regular payments to ensure the wellbeing of the young Duchess of Albemarle, but a small kid would be good for thievery, crawling into spots that others couldn't.

She grew up aboard pirate vessels, getting her sea legs properly before she could really talk. The crew became her family and raised her as best as they could, teaching her the tricks of the trade, and ensuring that she'd never go hungry. It was an incredibly different upbringing than what her parents imagined for her. By the time she made it to adulthood, she was sailing under Calico Jack, working with famous pirates such as Anne Bonny. Unlike most of society, pirates didn't care what was between your legs--her sex didn't hold her back.

Two months ago, Harlianne acquired a vessel all of her own, and named it the Bellona. She has been branded physically as a pirate, with most English officers knowing her as Mad Eyes, and clueless as to her parentage. At any rate, she's aiming to make a name for herself as a captain, starting with completing the run for Mr. Alucard.

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Character Quote: "You didn't expect a girl like meself could do such things, now did you? You can whine about it to Davy Jones like the rest, mate."
Accent: Cockney
Theme Song: Save My Soul - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Anything Else: Anne Bonny; Written

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Name: Folly Jane Quinzel
Aliases: Folly Quinn, Foll, Freak, Scarface
Age: 17
Birthday: February 16th, 2026
Ethnicity: Polish
Birth Place: Gotham, New Jersey
Current Residence: Wayne Manor
Guardian: Bruce Wayne
Gender: Female
Arkham Parent: Harley Quinn. Certain allegations believe the Joker as well.

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Height: 5'5"
Weight: 100 pounds
Build: Skinny, skeleton-like
Eyes: Blue-grey
Hair: Muted brown
Skin Tone: Deathly pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Lengthy and extensive scar on neck, pierced ears
Personal Style: If there is anything Folly cares about in terms of style, it's the strategic placement of a scarf. She wears a scarf almost every minute of her life, in order to conceal the horrific scar on her neck from the Joker's homicide attempt. The prospect that someone might see it mortifies Folly, and those who do usually ridicule her extensively.

Beyond that choice in fashion, Folly tends to dress comfortably and a bit fashionably, always in line with the New England weather. She enjoys cashmere sweaters and jeans, shying a bit away from skirts and dresses. A warm sweater is all that she needs to feel content, and on occasion, she'll wear some bracelets. Never a necklace, however. Her neck is sensitive enough.

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Creative * Developing Psychotic * Intelligent * Quiet

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: With Harley Quinn for a mother, given how loud and outspoken the crazed woman is, Folly developed a more muted personality. The attempt on her life by the Joker only further scarred her, causing Folly to become ever the more quiet, her words hardly above a whisper. This is only partially due to that trauma, of course, with the increased silence serving as one of Folly's coping mechanisms. The event has left her mind wounded in more than one way as well, with Folly beginning to notice herself losing her grip on reality ever so slightly, driving her into a panic. On occasion, she hears voices.

But beyond all of the tragedy from that trauma, Folly is a quite talented young woman. She is incredibly creative, enjoying stories and imagining other possibilities. When she was younger, in fact, she wanted to go to Hogwarts. Folly picks up on things quickly, being a Jack of All Trades type when it comes to intellectual matters. Whether it be math or English, Folly excels at it. She can excel at mostly anything, as long as she can keep her wits about her.

Habits: Tugging at her scarf, biting her lip
Hobbies: Reading
Fears:

• Becoming insane
• Incarceration
• The Joker being her father

Likes:

• Tea
• Libraries
• Quiet
• Classical music
• Her mother
• Animals

Dislikes:

• Rumors as to the identify of her father
• The press
• Vigilante justice
• Panic attacks
• Coffee
• Judgments as to who she is because of her mother's past

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Folly was born in Arkham Asylum. Her mother, best known as the infamous Harley Quinn, had been handcuffed to a bed when Folly vacated the womb. Despite the pleading of the staff to give her daughter a normal name, something mundane like Lucy, Harley insisted on naming the girl Folly. One of the orderlies slapped on Jane as a middle name, in hopes of making a normal life more possible for the child. Child protective services then seized Folly, unable to determine a father. Doctors ran tests on the child, noting that her immune system was peculiar, and hypothesized it was an effect of the acid her mother had bathed in years prior.

No one in the Quinzel family wanted Folly, however. The tabloids and the papers were labeling her as the daughter of the Joker, despite a lack of evidence. Folly was thus placed in a foster home, and remained, bounced from place to place till the age of three. Only other criminals ever placed an interest in adopting the child, and with the heavy scrutiny over Folly, they never succeeded. At the age of four, her mother was released from Arkham, carrying a clean bill of health. She took back custody of Folly, and the pair of them moved to New York, living in an apartment on Coney Island. Her "aunt" Poison Ivy would drop by quite often, but Folly wasn't exposed to the criminal lifestyle many expected.

At the age of fourteen, however, her relatively quiet life was interrupted. The Joker broke into their apartment, intent on killing her mother. Folly had been out at school, and by the time she came home, her mother had donned her old Jester costume, and informed Folly they were moving to Gotham. The Joker took an interest in Folly, attempting to train her to be a criminal.

And while they did stay in Gotham for a few months with the Joker, it was short lived. One of the Joker's schemes went awry and her mother had been landed back in Arkham. Furious and filled with rage, the Joker slit her throat, in a manner that hardly kept her alive. He left Folly to bleed out, only for the Gotham Bat to rescue her. She spent a good few weeks in Gotham City Hospital, and while her mother's instructions named Dr. Pamela Isley as her guardian, millionaire Bruce Wayne decided to take Folly in as his ward. She figured that he did it for the publicity, to improve his public image.

Folly had some issues, of course, with all of the public attention she received. Uncomfortable with the gigantic scar on her neck and unable to visit her mother, the chance to enroll at Wayne High was perfect for her. It would allow her to see her mother, but also be around other students like her. People who wouldn't care who her father may or may not have been.

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Character Quote: "I'm more than just my parents' daughter."
Theme Song: Mad Hatter - Melanie Martinez
Anything Else: The Joker, also known as Jack Fairfax, is indeed Folly's father. This makes her the cousin of Edwina Fairfax, a minor superhero who goes by the name Lucifer, whom was hunted down by the Suicide Squad whilst Folly's mother was a member. Awkward.

FC- Kacey Rohl

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Name: Folly Rozalia Valeska
Aliases: Foll, Freak, Scarface, Tikna (Angloromani for little girl)
Age: 17
Gender: Female

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Height: 5'5"
Weight: 100 pounds
Build: Skinny, skeleton-like
Eyes: Blue-grey
Hair: Muted brown
Skin Tone: Deathly pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Lengthy and extensive scar on neck, pierced ears

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Creative * Quiet

Personality: With a delusional contortionist for a mother and a magician for a father, Folly has a decidedly more muted personality. Her father attempted to kill her when she was thirteen, only further scarring her. This caused Folly to become ever the more quiet, her words hardly above a whisper. This is only partially due to that trauma, of course, with the increased silence serving as one of Folly's coping mechanisms. The event has left her mind wounded in more than one way as well, with Folly beginning to notice herself losing her grip on reality ever so slightly, driving her into a panic.

But beyond all of the tragedy from that trauma, Folly is a quite talented young woman. She is incredibly creative, enjoying stories and imagining other possibilities. When she was very little, in fact, she wanted to go to Hogwarts. Folly picks up on things quickly, being a Jack of All Trades type when it comes to intellectual matters. Whether it be math or English, Folly excels at it. She can excel at mostly anything, as long as she can keep her wits about her.

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History: Folly's parents belong to a traveling circus, though they mainly stay on the east coast of the United States. Her father, Boris, was billed as a magician, while her mother, Fiodora, was a contortionist in the sideshow. Instead of growing up with normal children and attending school, Folly was raised in the circus community. Her best friend was the son of the snake charmer, and she played with the twin daughters of one of the clowns as well. In total, there were around seven children traveling with the circus.

Folly's father wanted her to follow in his footsteps and become an illusionist as well. He woke her up at the crack of dawn each morning starting at age six, attempting to train her in his craft. It never took. She took after her mother in skill, but rather than wanting to be a contortionist, Folly dreamed of flying on the trapeze. It infuriated her father, but the acrobats of the circus began to train her, and while she wasn't even close to second string, she really took to it. By the time she was twelve, Folly had made second string, the youngest acrobat in the circus.

And while the entire circus treated each other like family, Folly's parents were not exactly the most stable. Her mother had fallen hopelessly in love with a psychotic and abusive alcoholic. She managed to keep Folly protected from it mostly, but she couldn't protect Folly entirely. Her father didn't work just for the circus--he was strong, and he sometimes hired himself out, in order to come up with extra cash. After one of those deals soured, Folly was the first thing Boris saw when he came home. He cut Folly's throat open and left her on the floor to bleed to death. It was a miracle that she survived. She was only thirteen.

It interrupted her performances, as few as they had been. The recovery was long and painful, but it only created a deep resentment for her father. Her mother took him back after a month. The police were never informed as to what exactly happened, so Boris faced no charges for attempted murder. The circus went by a policy of settling family matters within the family. It was only when Folly turned fourteen that her neck was fully healed, and that she had been cleared to once again fly on the trapeze.

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Character Quote: "Don't call me tikna."
Theme Song: Mad Hatter - Melanie Martinez
Anything Else: ~provided in previous CS~

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Name: Folly Rozalia Valeska
Aliases: Foll, Freak, Scarface, Tikna, Ira, Woolf
Age: 31
Gender: Female

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Height: 5'5"
Weight: 96 pounds
Build: Skinny, skeleton-like
Eyes: Blue-grey
Hair: Muted brown
Skin Tone: Deathly pale; almost hollow
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Lengthy and extensive scar on neck, pierced ears

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Creative * Quiet

Personality: With a delusional contortionist for a mother and a magician for a father, Folly has a decidedly more muted personality. Her father attempted to kill her when she was thirteen, scarring her. Her mother was murdered when she was seventeen and her father was killed soon after. She had enough psychological wounds to land her in a mental institution before she turned twenty. Altogether, she has become rather quiet, her words rarely above a whisper. Silence is one of her coping mechanisms, though it no longer is as successful as it once ones. She's lost her grip on reality.

Beyond the voices in her head and the hallucinations that she cannot tell apart from reality, she is rather talented. She is incredibly creative, enjoying stories and imagining other possibilities. When she was very little, in fact, she wanted to go to Hogwarts. Folly picks up on things quickly, being a Jack of All Trades type when it comes to intellectual matters. Whether it be math or English, Folly excels at it. She can succeed at mostly anything, as long as she can keep her wits about her.

When her grip on reality fades, she becomes increasingly paranoid. She talks to the voices and argues with them, often becoming more and more violent. Her anger at the world for all of the sorrow she has experienced comes out and everyone appears to be a deserving target. If in this frenzied state, only her friend Marygold is safe - everyone else may as well be her father, trying to kill her again, or the demon that murdered her mother. She has a lot of repressed anger and this is how it is ultimately expressed. There's no reasoning with her once she's gone into this frenzied state.

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After the tragedy in Coventry at the end of 2016, Folly fled Cirque Anomaly. Everyone she cared about was dead and there was no point in trying to build something out of ash. She walked from Coventry to Salem and then hopped on the commuter rail to Boston. The charges against her had been dropped, but her experiences were slowly driving her mad. She stayed in various shelters for months, each night waking up in fits of rage. They were controllable until she moved to Cromwell House, having accepted some help from a cousin to get consistent accommodation.

Unspeakable horrors were soon to follow. Folly checked herself into Beth Israel Psychiatric Hospital, having realized the bottom she had sunk to. She was well aware of her healing factor at this point, yet it was a while until she realized that the medication simply couldn't work for her. Her system eliminated it as quickly as it was taken in. Folly ditched the hospital and went to the one place that might be able to help - Xavier's Institute. Some of the mutants there were able to stop her when the voices and the visions grew to be too much and she couldn't control herself, but she needed actual treatment. Professor Xavier recommended a psychiatric hospital where a former student of his worked, hopeful that their psychic ability would help them to treat Folly's psychosis.

The treatment helped - yet it was not effective. It only managed to keep her from becoming worse. She didn't get better. Those frustrations were expressed in letters to Marygold, her good friend from her time at the institute. When the weeks out of date newspapers were delivered to the facility and Folly learned of the attack on X-Mansion, she broke out of the facility and went to find her friends. She wanted to help them and knew that if she stayed at the facility, O.M.E.N. would come for her too.

For the past ten years, she has been fighting with the X-Men, the Brotherhood, and whatever mutants remain. Beast had managed to synthesize a drug to treat her psychosis, allowing her to remain stable. The drug is based off of Wolverine's DNA, but the valiant fighter perished two years ago. They were not able to recover his body and the remaining material is all used up. There's no medication left to keep her violent and mad tendencies in check. But she's one of the best fighters left - they need her. She's the only one who can take a bullet and shake it off.

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• Regenerative Healing Factor
• Toxin Immunity
• Adamantium Daggers - Although not a power, Folly carries four small adamantium daggers.
• Acrobat - Rather than a power or innate ability, Folly was trained as an acrobat from a young age and has incredible flexibility, agility, and stamina.

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Name: Folly Rozalia Valeska
Aliases: Foll, Amiyra, Ira, Woolf
Age: 21
Birthday: February 16th, 1999
Birth Place: Trenton, New Jersey
Gender: Female
Powers: Regenerative Healing Factor; Toxin Immunity
Affiliation: X-Men

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Height: 5'5"
Weight: 96 pounds
Build: Skinny, skeleton-like
Eyes: Blue-grey
Hair: Muted brown
Skin Tone: Deathly pale; almost hollow
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Lengthy and extensive scar on neck, pierced ears
Personal Style: If there is anything Folly cares about in terms of style, it's the strategic placement of a scarf. She wears a scarf almost every minute of her life, in order to conceal the horrific scar on her neck from her father's homicide attempt. The prospect that someone might see it mortifies Folly, and those who do usually ridicule her extensively.

Beyond that choice in fashion, Folly tends to dress comfortably and a bit fashionably, always in line with the New England weather. She enjoys cashmere sweaters and jeans, sometimes choosing from skirts and dresses. Never a necklace, however. Her neck is sensitive enough.

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Creative * Schizophrenic * Intelligent * Quiet * Bookworm * Wrathful

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: With a delusional contortionist for a mother and a magician for a father, Folly has a decidedly more muted personality. Her father attempted to kill her when she was thirteen, scarring her. Her mother was murdered when she was seventeen and her father was killed soon after. She had enough psychological wounds to land her in a mental institution before she turned twenty. Altogether, she has become rather quiet, her words rarely above a whisper. Silence is one of her coping mechanisms, though it no longer is as successful as it once ones. She's lost her grip on reality.

Beyond the voices in her head and the hallucinations that she cannot tell apart from reality, she is rather talented. She is incredibly creative, enjoying stories and imagining other possibilities. When she was very little, in fact, she wanted to go to Hogwarts. Folly picks up on things quickly, being a Jack of All Trades type when it comes to intellectual matters. Whether it be math or English, Folly excels at it. She can succeed at mostly anything, as long as she can keep her wits about her.

When her grip on reality fades, she becomes increasingly paranoid. She talks to the voices and argues with them, often becoming more and more violent. Her anger at the world for all of the sorrow she has experienced comes out and everyone appears to be a deserving target. If in this frenzied state, only her friends Marygold and Pietro are safe - everyone else may as well be her father, trying to kill her again, or the demon that murdered her mother. She has a lot of repressed anger and this is how it is ultimately expressed. There's no reasoning with her once she's gone into this frenzied state.
Habits: Tugging at her scarf, biting her lip
Hobbies: Reading
Fears:

• Killing her friends
• Living forever
• Boris
• Abandonment

Likes:

• Tea
• Libraries
• Quiet
• Classical music
• Her mother
• Animals

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Coffee
• Panic attacks
• Police
• Magic shows
• Green hair
• Coventry, Massachusetts

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General World Skills:

• Languages (English, Romanian, Angloromani, Romani dialects)
• Costume Design
• Riggings
• Tracking
• Performance

Combat Skills:

• Acrobatics
• Daggers
• Free Running
• Berserk/Frenzy

Possessions:
This is generally the list of items that you own, just list your characters possessions.

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How did you discover your powers: Minimal 1 well developed paragraph

Why did you choose the side that you did?: Minimal 1 paragraphs

General History: Minimal 4 well developed paragraphs. This is your life up until the point that the RP starts.

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Character Quote: "Is this all happening inside my head?"
Theme Song: Eurielle - City of The Dead
Anything Else: ~included in previous CS~

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Name: Aravis Tyra Zacharia
Aliases: Ara, Divyansh
Age: 22
Birthday: August 6th, 1696
Nationality: Anglo-Indian
Birth Place: Isle of Bombay (The Bombay Presidency; East India Trading Company Territory)
Affiliations: India; The Seven Islands of Bombay; England
Gender: Female
Education: Private Tutors
Social Class: Lower Class
Occupation: Thief
Languages: English, Hindi

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 8.5 Stone
Build: Lean
Eyes: Light grey
Hair: Brown; Long and Wavy; Often Partially Braided
Skin Tone: Light brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced ears; extensive scarring on back
Personal Style: Aravis tends to wear belted tunics and loose cloth pants, dressing more like a man than a woman. She prefers things that are comfortable and allow for quick movement, as well as helping to spare her from the sun. However, back in Bombay, she often was forced to wear a sari or traditional European dress, due to her family's status. She tends to favor maroons and soft beiges when it comes to colors, hating anything especially vibrant.

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Strategic * Prideful * Brave * Unrelenting * Creative * Stubborn

Sexuality: Pansexual (Closeted)
Relationship Status: Single; Formerly Betrothed
Personality: Incredibly brave and loyal, Aravis never suffers from a shortage of courage. Before stowing away to the Caribbean, Aravis was arrogant and egotistical, looking down on those who were not high on the social ladder. Overtly prideful, this almost reckless pretentiousness toned down quite considerably throughout her journey. While she still is a bit prideful, she no longer is the entirely self-centered person she once was.

Aravis can also be incredibly manipulative, able to analyze a situation quickly and make the best moves needed. However, she only does this if she believes it is for the greater good, never trying to actively cause harm to anyone. Aravis has become more cautious and considerate towards the impact of her actions on others. She has, essentially, become a hero, willing to put her life on the line for others.

That doesn't mean however that she's going to suffer fools. Confident and decisive, Aravis is a very firm and serious personality, getting everything done. She hates those who sit around all day, preferring herself to constantly be accomplishing things. Hard work is how she relaxes--that, or reading a good book. She loves stories.

Habits: Rolling her eyes; Prematurely judging others
Hobbies: Storytelling; Sword fighting
Fears:

• Arranged Marriage
• Poison
• Death in Childbirth

Likes:

• Animals
• Horseback Riding
• Tall Tales
• Independence
• Fresh Fruit
• Early Mornings

Dislikes:

• Patience
• Arrogance
• Gender Roles
• Blind Faith
• Dresses
• Her step-mother

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General World Skills:

• Reading/Writing (English)
• Reading/Writing (Hindi)
• Storytelling
• Pickpocketing
• Lock Picking
• Breaking and Entering
• Disguise
• Island Knowledge (Tortuga)
• Deception

Combat Skills:

• Horseback Riding
• Swimming
• Rapier
• Cutlass
• Running
• Agility

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Reddish brown tunic, white undershirt, black belt, loose white cloth pants, brown running shoes, Christian cross necklace
• Rapier
• Cutlass
• Lock Pick (in hair)
• Five shillings (English)
• Handkerchief (tied to belt)
• Brown cloth pouch (attached to belt)

Quarters:

• Spare Clothing
• Black Cloak
• Worn copy of Arabian Nights (Hindi version)
• Worn copy of Kathasaritsagara (Hindi version)
• Pristine copy of Aesop's Fables (English version)
• Falling apart copy of Panchatantra (English version)
• Spanish Officer's Coat (Stolen)
• Spare Cutlass
• Map of Tortuga
• Five shillings (English)

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Family History: Aravis' father held a management position at one of the local factories in Bombay run by the East India Trading Company. He was high up on the chain--as far up as an Indian man could be in a British company--and enjoyed a relatively decent position on the social ladder. He converted to Christianity in order to win further favor with the Company and married a half English, half Indian woman named Abigayle. The pair had a son, Divyansh, and then a few years later, they had Aravis. Her mother died giving birth to Aravis.

Aravis' step-mother, Parvati, was a merchant's daughter and used to a life of wealth. Her previous husband had died under mysterious circumstances, with Parvati rumored to have aided in his demise. Nothing was ever confirmed, however. They enjoyed a relative status of the Upper Middle Class, but the status only existed in India. If they were to travel to other parts of the English Empire, they would be treated as members of the lower class.

Behind Your Name: Aravis, strictly speaking, is the name of a mountain range. Her mother had always dreamt of traveling to France and climbing the Pointe d'Areu, one of the peaks in the Aravis mountain range. While Aravis originally was going to be named after a Hindi goddess, when her mother died in childbirth, her father gave her the name Aravis to honor her mother's memory. Tyra, while an Indian name, refers to a Scandinavian God of Battle and War.

History: Aravis was born on the Isle of Bombay, territory legally given to the East India Trading Company by the King of England. The Bombay presidency had been in England's possession since 1661, and became the Company's western headquarters in 1687. By the time Aravis was barely one year old, the factory had been well established on the island, and her father remarried after her mother's death.

Her childhood was relatively pleasant, during a so-called Golden Age for the Company in Bombay. She spent her time with her good friend, Lauressa, often playing at a nearby lake. And while Lauressa enjoyed gossiping and dreaming of marriage, Aravis would snap branches off of trees and pretend they were swords. She begged her brother, Divyansh, to teach her. He taught her a few basics, before leaving with the Company on a voyage, and perishing at sea.

It was a world where women were expected to be objects and where slavery was commonplace. For the most part, Aravis was unhindered by both of those aspects. That changed when her step-mother made plans to marry Aravis off at the tender age of thirteen to a man nearly fifty years her elder. Horrified and repulsed, Aravis demanded that her father stop the marriage, but he refused. She found no help from her family or her dear friend, who was more jealous that Aravis had already found a match, and she made a plan to end her own life. She saw no other way out.

In the middle of the night, Aravis made her way to the lake she had played by as a child. Determined to fill her pockets with stones, she believed that she saw her brother's reflection in the water, asking his sister to relent. Seeing him, whether it was real or illusion, inspired an idea in Aravis. There was nothing for her in Bombay--but ships left for locations all over the world each day.

Determined to escape, she disguised herself as a boy and stowed away on a ship. The Captain of the ship eventually caught her, but failing to see past her disguise, instead gave her ten lashes for stowing away. She exchanged services in order to remain on the ship and worked hard at menial tasks, such as mending clothing or scrubbing the deck.

Aravis eventually found passage all the way to Tortuga, where she finds the means to get through the day by thievery. While she dreams of traveling and adventure, surviving to see the next day is her primary goal. She can hardly afford a place to sleep, but to her, it's worth it. The Caribbean has more to offer her than an arranged marriage in Bombay ever could.

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Character Quote: "I did not do any of these things for the sake of pleasing you."
Accent: English
Theme Song: Only The Beginning of The Adventure by Harry Gregson-Williams
Anything Else: Barbossa; Starkette

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Name: Fitzgerald Ellis Townsley
Aliases: Fitz, Dr. Townsley
Age: 29
Birthday: January 5th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Osiris
Allegiance: Neutral
Starting Location: Newhope
Gender: Male
Occupation: Engineer

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Height: 5'8"
Weight: 140 pounds
Build: Average
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown-Blonde
Skin Tone: Slightly pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Fitz dresses for comfort and tends to wear the same sort of outfits over and over again. This usually means a colored shirt and a cardigan, sometimes with the addition of a tie. Rather than slacks, he favors jeans, and his pants occasionally have grease stains on them from his tinkering.

He also loves a nice jumper, especially when he's feeling a bit cold. And for Fitz, this happens to be most of the time. His hair is a bit unkempt, but he never allows it to get out of hand and cover his eyes. He also always tends to have a pair of sneakers on, never wearing any sort of open-toed shoe.

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Kind * Socially Awkward * Intelligent * Introverted * Funny * Jealous

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Fitz is one of the sweetest people in the 'Verse, never willing to give up on a friend. Even in the more dire of circumstances, when everyone else has lost hope, he won't give up. His determination and resilience have gotten him this far in life, and while he may be a bit naive as to who he puts his faith in, he's as loyal as they come. He would rather see his loved ones happy and be miserable himself than have the situation reversed as well.

Of course, he isn't very good when it comes to social norms, sometimes coming off as either shy or weird. He stutters and stammers around new people, attempting to reach out to them in his own way, but simultaneously afraid to do so. Once his social anxiety is overcome, his funny and charming nature comes out, as well as a fiercely protective (and potentially jealous) nature. He cares incredibly deeply about his friends, to the extent that he would sacrifice himself for them without a second thought.

Habits:

• Nervous stutter
• Tapping the side of his head

Hobbies:

• Tinkering with parts
• Board games

Fears:

• Cerebral hypoxia
• Drowning
• Reavers

Likes:

• People
• Science and Technology
• Practical Jokes
• Pineapples
• Dancing
• Fixing things

Dislikes:

• Organized religion
• Needles
• Cherries
• Running
• Early Mornings
• Shouting

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General Skills:

• Engineer
• Physical Sciences
• Sensors
• Weapon Eng
• Mechanic
• Communications
• Computers
• Discipline
• Explosives
• Gambler

Specialty Skills:

• Stardrive (Engineer)
• Electronic (Engineer)
• Physics (Physical Sciences)
• Chem (Physical Sciences)
• Electronics (Physical Sciences)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Long sleeved blue patterned collared shirt, black tie, navy blue cardigan, jeans, white sneakers
• IdentCard
• Friendship Bracelet Made Of Wires - Memento from the University
• Diagnostics Kit
• Electrical Tool Set (In Bag)
• Shoulder Bag
• Small amount of credits
• CommLink
• Measuring Tape
• Handkerchief

Quarters:

• Spare Clothing
• Engineering Reference Texts
• Chess Board
• Deck of Cards
• Yo-Yo
• Tool Kit
• Drafting Pad
• Pencils
• Compass
• Protractor
• Family Photograph

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: While Fitz grew up on Osiris, an Alliance planet, his parents never really instilled an adoration for the Alliance in him. However, they didn't give him any reason to favor the Browncoats either. He was raised to have a loyalty to science, and thus, a loyalty to whatever organization supported scientific research. It's only been rather recently that he left the university behind and sought out to gain new experiences, and he hasn't formed an opinion one way or the other just yet.

History: Fitz's parents were respected professors at the University of Osiris. His father taught maths and his mother specialized in chemical kinetics. Between the pair of them, there was always a great deal of pressure on Fitz from an early age to achieve something remarkable. He was the older in a pair of twins, as well as the only boy in the family, and his parents pushed him even harder for it.

While his twin sister always seemed to be naturally gifted when it came to math and science, Fitz was average by comparison. It didn't matter that he was a few years ahead in math--his parents expected more from him. Rather than being naturally gifted, Fitz had to work incredibly hard for years in order to perform just as well as his sister who seemed to understand the most complex systems effortlessly. Of course, it wasn't that his twin was more intelligent than he was--they just had different learning styles. Hers was auditory while his was more hands-on.

Fitz's hard work did pay off, after all, as he was accepted to the University of Osiris, originally intending to study cybernetics. But that never really was his interest, really being more of his sister's thing. He ended up studying electronics and engineering, learning about power systems and weapons. His determination and resilience saw him through schooling, allowing him to eventually earn his doctorate degree in engineering, and receive a research position at the university.

For a year, Fitz continued on in the safe bubble of the university, dabbling in various bits and parts of engineering. His nose had been stuck in a book for almost the entirety of the conflict with the Alliance and he had never left his home planet. One day, he woke up and instead of heading into his research lab, he got on a transport shuttle and headed for Newhope. He wants to see the world and he can't see it all from a lab desk.

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Character Quote: "It's like magic. But it's-- it's science."
Theme Song: The Elements by Tom Lehrer
Alliance Record: None
Anything Else: Kaylee; The Walking Dead
Fitz is a descendant of Alfred Fawley.
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Name: Carbry Quinn Keenan
Aliases: Agent Keenan
Age: 47
Gender: Male

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Height: 5'8"
Weight: 208 pounds
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Dusty blonde
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Multiple bullet wound scars, length knife scar on back

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Loyal * Determined

Personality: "On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character or the public trust. I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the Constitution, my community, and the agency I serve."

That's the oath Keenan took when he joined the force back in his early twenties, and it continues to serve as an excellent descriptor of his personality. He will never give up on fighting for what he believes is right, even if it might bring him serious harm. Death is always an option for him, as long as justice is served, as long as wrongs are righted. If a shortcut has to be taken to get justice made, a deviation from the law, that's fine by him--as long as his conscience is clean at the end of the day, that's all that matters.

His drive is his undoing as well. Quick to dedicate himself to a cause, he will work himself to death, or at least, to the edge of it. He becomes reckless, rather than heroic. He becomes aloof and troubled, rather than relying on the help of friends and family. Keenan would rather take on the weight of the world than accept anyone's help.

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History: Keenan was born in the south side of Boston. His father, an abusive alcoholic, was an arms dealer. He roped Keenan and his older brothers into helping to run his criminal empire from the moment they could walk. Empire is a bit of an exaggeration, of course--Keenan's dad was a nobody in a world of somebodies. The more his father failed at gaining power, the more violent he became. The violence only ended when in a rage, his father killed his younger brother, Patrick. CPS removed them from the home the next day.

Growing up in a foster home, Keenan fancied himself to be a champion of those who couldn't defend themselves--people like his brother. He got into plenty of fights, but they always had to do with him defending some moral principle. A cop with the Boston PD figured this out and poled some strings, getting Keenan accepted into the force as soon as he graduated high school. Keenan legally adopted his only younger sibling, his little sister, and served the public in the force until he was forty years old.

When he was forty, he responded to a call that changed his life. The things he saw--they changed him and his viewpoint on the world. He was one of the first agents recruited by O.M.E.N., due to the nightmares he had seen that night. He couldn't quite be a normal cop anymore.

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Character Quote: "Sometimes, you do a little bad to do a hell of a lot of good."
Theme Song: Fortunate Son - CCR
Anything Else: ~provided in previous CS~

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Name: Mercurial Veneris Crypt
Aliases: Lizzie Borden
Age: Old enough to know that as long as I live in my parents' mausoleum, I'll die by their rules
Birthday: Mother can never quite recall whether it was a Wednesday or a Friday
Ethnicity: All
Birth Place: Walla Walla, Washington
Place of Residency: Number 1 Sealth Road
Hometown Walla Walla, Washington
Gender: Female
Highest Level of Education: Homeschooling
Occupation: Amateur Executioner
Languages: English, Latin

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Height: 5'2"
Weight: 120 pounds
Body Type: Average
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color and Style: Darker than black, always in her signature braids.
Skin Tone: Paler than death itself.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scarred wrists
Personal Style: Mercurial's style doesn't vary. She dresses each day as if attending a funeral, wearing the black dress with white collar, black shoes, and black stockings. Grim, solemn, and serious is a good descriptor for her.

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Poetic * Sadistic * Imaginative * Morbid

Sexuality: Grey Asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Dark, morose, and perhaps a bit terrifying. Mercurial is not at all afraid to be her own person, and she holds her own values very strongly. She is Nietzsche's autonomous man at her core, making her own decisions and her own values, without relying on ideas such as religion in order to guide her conscience. Her face is always calm, showcasing perhaps a singular expression. Psychopathic tendencies are something that could describe her, as she can be a bit murderous, and seem insane. But as her mother is fond of saying, what's normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.

Habits: Keeping her face blank, smiling creepily, staring
Hobbies: Raising spiders, waking the dead,
Fears:

• Becoming normal
• Assimilation to cultural standards
• The loss of her family

Likes:

• Beheadings
• Maggots
• The Reign of Terror
• The Bermuda Triangle
• Poisons
• Painting gory scenes
• Great Aunt Calpurnia
• Murder
• Death
• Torture
• Misfits

Dislikes:

• Disney Films
• Camp Chipewa
• WASPs
• False depictions of history
• Pink
• Lace
• Normalcy
• Alcohol
• Liars
• Bigots & racists

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General Skills:

• Knowledge of burial regulations
• Knowledge of serial killers
• How to get away with murder
• Basic potions
• Pyrotechnics
• Knowledge of genocides and reveloutions

Combat Skills:

• Guillotine Usage
• Judo
• High pain tolerance
• Sword fighting

Day to Day Belongings:

• Matches
• Lighter
• Gas mask
• Clothing: Black dress with white collar, white and black leggings, and black mary janes.
• Razor blades
• Coffin Shaped Handbag
• Morphine and atropine
• Protective amulet
• Spare hair ties

Possessions Kept at Home:

• Coffin
• Guillotine (a collection of them, really)
• Sword collection (gift from her father)
• Body bags (with and without corpses)
• Electric chair
• Decapitated doll, in her likeness
• More dresses; all identical
• Book collection (most of them featuring famous serial killers)

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Life Before The Apocalypse Mercurial, the eldest child of Belladonna and Javier Crypt, has always had a perhaps peculiar obsession with psychopaths and the dead. While her mother's area of interest was more with dark magic, and her father was cursed by the Aztecs, Mercurial's childhood heroes were Lizzie Borden and Jane Toppan. Her drawings horrified her teachers, especially when she depicted a many times great-grandmother being burned at the stake for witchcraft. And let's not even talk about the one time she went to summer camp...

Needless to say, Mercurial fit in rather well with the Crypt family. Playing Wake the Dead and with her electric chair were childhood hobbies of her that she has carried into adulthood. In fact, according to certain reports on file with the Seattle PD, Mercurial is suspecting as being behind a string of homicides occurring in 2011. Of course, there's no evidence behind that. She isn't sloppy with her work.

Most girls of her age would have left home already, and Mercurial is contemplating the idea. However, she is content for now to continue sleeping in her childhood coffin. There truly isn't anywhere else for her to go where she'll be accepted, a fact that Mercurial realizes. And the last institutions for trained killers-- the only decent ones in her opinion -- were already shut down.

Life Leading Up To the Apocalypse // What Brings You to Altsoba As mentioned before, Mercurial doesn't have much of a reason to leave Altsoba. She can find her parents to be suffocating and downright disgusting, but all loving parents want their children to die from asphyxiation one day. She understands it's merely the depth of her feelings. And beyond that, she does have a decent friend in town, a silly girl incarcerated for fourteen homicides. She can't just leave Jaina behind without slipping the girl a razor blade, now can she? That'd be awfully rude.

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Theme Song: Wednesday's Revolt - Addams Family Values
Deviances: "Wednesday's child is full of woe."
Extra Information: Adult Wednesday Addams
I'm Only Happy When It Rains - Garbage
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Valery Hope Simmons
Aliases: Veil, the Red Queen
Age: 28
Birthday: April 29th, 1993
Birth Place: Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada
Gender: Female
Powers: Invisible Energy Manipulation (Specialties: Cloaking and Invisible Energy Attacks)
Training: Xavier's Institute (6 years), Mutant Underground (3 years)
Languages: English and Quebecois

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Height: 5'5"
Weight: 129 pounds
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue Grey
Hair: Extremely Curly, Messy, and Untamable; Soft Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar in the shape of an M on her upper left shoulder
Personal Style: In school, Veil was voted most likely to be mistaken for a street urchin. Her curly and wild brown hair has broken over a dozen brushes in her lifetime and the number would continue to climb if she had continued to try. She wears plain shirts and jeans that have a fair deal of patches on them. In her line of work, dress code isn't really a problem - it's more of finding clothing that isn't completely tattered after a fight that can be the real issue.

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Strong * Restless * Brave * Emotionally Vulnerable * Compassionate * Blunt

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Veil describes herself as the bastard mutant child of a Slytherin and a Gryffindor. Her upbringing in Nova Scotia and at Xavier's Institute both taught her compassion for those in less fortunate situations. One person's weakness did not warrant ridicule - and another's strength meant little when it comes to their character. Some mistake her bluntness for anger or a quick temper - perhaps even disinterest - but Veil won't sugar coat things. She will tell you what you need to hear - even if it pains her.

She is courageous and daring, just as she is ambitious and resilient. Veil dreams that one day, mutants won't have to live in fear - but she knows that the world needs more than just a superhero team from Westchester in order to achieve that. Sacrifices will have to be made in order to protect the people that she loves. And that's okay.

Habits: Tapping her fingers, picking at her fingernails
Hobbies: Singing
Fears:

• OMEN's Resurgence
• Zombies
• Magneto

Likes:

• Harry Potter
• Rabbits
• Dawns
• Dream Pop
• Lollipops
• Blue Raspberry Syrup

Dislikes:

• Lizards
• Coffee
• The Smell of Rust
• Lipstick
• E-Readers
• Windy Days

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General World Skills:

• First Aide
• Scavenging
• Forgery
• Leadership
• Deception
• Perception
• Investigation
• Mission Strategy
• Espionage

Combat Skills:

• Parkour
• Hand to Hand Combat
• Invisible Energy Attacks
• Stealth
• Stamina

Medical Issues/Injuries:

• N/A

Possessions:

• Fake I.D.: Kayley Viola Webber, Age 25, New York
• Empty Silver Locket with Rusting Chain
• Clothing: Olive Green Army Jacket, Grey Shirt, Patchy Blue Jeans, White Sneakers
• Burner Phone
• $20 Cash (U.S. Currency)
• Bracelet with a V pendant
• Half used roll of duct tape
• Hair Tie
• Bottle of Advil Extra Strength (10 pills remaining)

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How did you discover your powers: Valery's parents had taken the family on holiday to Montréal. They were visiting family and while the adults were inside discussing politics, Valery and her cousins had gone outside to play. In the midst of their light hearted and spirited fun, the neighborhood bullies had come by. They towered over the Simmons children and soon, the bullies were chasing after them as they took off at a run. Valery tripped and fell over a branch once she reached the end of the block, but no matter how hard they tried to throw rocks at her, they always seemed to miss - as if a shield was deflecting them.

Valery didn't understand what had happened. She reached out and felt a force of energy surrounding her like a barrier - energy that no one else could see and was virtually impossible to detect. She decided to keep it a secret, yet when she was flung from her bicycle and emerged from it unscathed without a scratch a few months later, her parents realized that their daughter was indeed a mutant.

General History: Valery was the middle child in her family, often overlooked or forgotten. Her elder brother, a promising hockey player, took up most of her parents attention. And when it wasn't him, it was her younger brother, a genius on the autism spectrum with peculiar fixations at time. As long as she stayed out of trouble, she was allowed to do whatever she liked. It was only when the teachers sent notes home that they truly paid attention to her.

Her best friend growing up in Nova Scotia - a boy - was the son of the local police chief. Their friendship was strained once Valery discovered her powers and confessed them to him, since his mother had been killed by a mutant. He told her that she had to hide her true nature - that no one could ever know that she was a mutant and that he would make sure an exception was made for her when mutants were forced into captivity. For an impressionable small child, Valery believed him. When her parents discovered her powers, she screamed and cried, afraid that they would send her to something like a concentration camp - or a mutant detention center.

Instead, worried for their daughter in a world that hated mutants, her parents sent her to the Xavier Institute in New York. They were nervous to send their daughter to America, where mutant laws were tight, but the reputation of the school exceeded others internationally and it would keep her closer to home - somewhat at least. She spent six years at the Xavier Institute, learning about her powers and expanding them. She had a relatively normal life - having her heart broken by a few guys and a few girls - while also training to fight.

Although she had the chance to, Valery didn't join the X-Men. It wasn't her calling and according to Xavier, she didn't have the right temperament for it. So instead she traveled the world - learning skills and meeting new people. It exposed her to reality and she matured in the process, developing leadership skills and self discipline - traits she lacked while a sheltered student in New York. She was working as a bartender in a mutant friendly bar in New York City, hiding fugitive mutants from the police, when she received a phone call from her old teacher, asking to talk.

Along with a few others, Valery was asked to help create an organization independent of the X-Men called the Mutant Underground. Its purpose was to help mutants in trouble get to safety. Her connections and her abilities made her an ideal candidate, and ready to finally help those of her kind, Valery agreed to his offer, taking the name Veil. She has been running the Washington D.C. station ever since, specializing in quite literally making wanted mutants disappear from the prying eyes of the human authorities.

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Character Quote: "They used to shout our names; now they whisper them."
Theme Song: Yellow Flicker Beat - Lorde
Anything Else:

• Polaris
• X-Men: Darkness Rising - Days of Future Past
• Her powers are similar to Violet Parr from the Incredibles

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Name: Maeve Eireen Brennan
Social Class: Lower Middle Class
Age: 29
Birthday: January 10th, 1794 ('Peculiar People Day')
Nationality: Irish
Birth Place: Wicklow, Ireland
Residence: Brennan Townhouse, Dublin, Ireland
Gender: Female
Education: Self-Taught
Income Source: Member of the Brennan Family Gang - publicly serves as bartender (£13 annually)
Native Language: English

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Height: 5'4"
Weight: 140 pounds
Build: Skinny and lean
Eyes: A pale blue-green, shaped almost like ellipses
Hair: Long dark auburn-ginger hair, smooth and soft
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced ears
Personal Style: Maeve's favorite color, above all else, is a light shade of green. If she is able to, she wears a short sleeved dress in the color, done up with soft beige-white trim, and ribbons in her hair to keep it up and out of her eyes. Of course, she ensures that everything is relatively loose, just in case a fight breaks out and she needs to settle it. For accessories, she never goes anywhere without her locket or her shillelagh.

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Clever * Stubborn * Charming * Manipulative * Loyal * Bossy

Sexuality: As clear as murky water
Relationship Status: Widowed
Personality: Growing up in near poverty as the eldest child of a few too many, Maeve learned how to survive. She grew bossy, having to take care of her siblings, and then later on, her parents as well. She learned to twist situations to her advantage, providing her with an extra morsel to eat, or ensuring that her brothers stopped going at each other's throats. She learned how to charm and how to please, in order to get her family an extra day to pay off their debts. Everything a little girl shouldn't have had to know, Maeve learned.

And in adulthood, this proved an excellent preparation for her new lifestyle. Working in a gang, she has to be loyal to the end, and cunning as well. Weak minded people don't make their way in the world, and Maeve is anything but that. She is determined to the end, trying her best to play the game until she can achieve her end goal. It's perhaps the only lesson she could thank her deadbeat father for. Growing up with relatively little, she learned how to make do with nothing, and turn something awful into something that favored her.

Habits: Smoking, using sign language when she speaks
Hobbies: Singing
Fears:

• Roisin losing her sight as well
• Opium addiction
• The loss of her family

Likes:

• Irish Nationalism
• Catholicism
• Stories
• Alcohol
• Wolves
• Gambling

Dislikes:

• Protestants
• Her father
• British Officers
• Cats
• Mourning garb
• The Patriarchy

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General Skills:

• Irish Sign Language
• Leadership
• Bartending
• Pistol
• Bribery
• Deception
• Swimming
• Sewing
• Singing
• City Knowledge - Dublin
• Country Knowledge - Ireland
• Negotiations

Trained Skills:

• Language - Gaelic
• Deasmhumhnach - Art of fighting utilizing a shillelagh
• Shuibhne - Martial art techniques that utilizes the feet and kicks; aiming for shins, knees, and ankles
• Lorcain - Unearthing ancient Celtic sacred sites and reactivating them as a holy field that is protected against Cargast
• Riada - Banshee like scream that can stun the Soulless for a few moments; area effect
• Maolain - Calling of a mist for cover; usually used when trying to escape a hoard that is too large to fight

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Short sleeved green dress with light beige trim and lace. Dangling earrings with green stones. A sturdy brown overcoat and study brown boots as well. Her hair, lastly, is done up with light green ribbons.
• Pistol
• Shillelagh
• Simple green handbag, with a few beads forming a design on it
• Small locket with a shamrock on the outside, containing a rough commissioned sketch of her daughter
• A few pounds
• Wedding band (kept in handbag)

Residence:

• Spare clothing
• Spare pistol
• Pistol ammunition (one case)
• Larger sketch of her daughter
• Additional pounds
• Deceased husband's pistol

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Family History: Maeve was born into the Ridgeway family, an Irish family that has amounted to decidedly very little. As far back as the Ridgeways can be traced, they were relatively common people--laborers, to be specific. There are some stories about ancestors who helped in the Irish Rebellion of 1641, but those are just stories. Her mother, Bridget, was the daughter of inn-keepers. She had taught herself to read, wanting something more from life than work and suffering. But instead, she married Dennis Ridgeway, a laborer at a ship yard.

She has several siblings, none of which amounted to all too much. A few of her brothers fancy themselves resistance fighters, she has two siblings killed by the same plague that got her mother, and then one sister supporting herself as a maid, engaged to be married. Her aunt and uncle have forbidden the younger ones from contact with Maeve, so she hardly sees her siblings.

But as for the Brennans, the family that Maeve considers herself to be truly a part of, the story is entirely different. The Brennans used to have been common folk as well, until the most prominent gang in Dublin's leader was arrested and executed. Taking advantage of the power vacuum, the Brennans clawed their way to the top, now running a good portion of the criminal underground in Dublin. Pubs pay protection fees to the Brennans, and the family runs a fair deal of betting on races, among other things. Hardly anything the Brennans do is legal.

Your personal life: Maeve was the eldest child born to her parents and the eldest of the Ridgeway cousins. She helped to raise her siblings as best as she could, bringing them to mass, ensuring her brothers got to school, and helping her poor mother around the house. Once she was old enough, her parents used their meager funds to send her off to train, for as long as they could. When she was of legal age, she returned home, to find her mother dying of the plague, and her father waist deep in alcoholic rage. She took up the role of both mother and father for her siblings, until her father was thrown in prison for beating an officer, and her mother expired.

Maeve and her siblings were sent to live with their aunt and uncle, in Dublin. It was there that she met her husband. The two of them had a secret love affair, but when they found out Maeve was with child, he asked her not to kill it. She agreed, on the condition they eloped--after all, there was a word for a woman who was pregnant out of wedlock, a word for the baby that was born, but not a word for the man who left.

Her marriage was mostly a sham. About a year into it, the pair of them grew tired of each other. They learned to live more like brother and sister, rather than husband and wife. But life still wasn't great for Maeve--her daughter, a beautiful little girl named Roisin, was deaf. Completely. There were no schools for the deaf in Ireland, so she took her child to a deaf community every week, where Maeve learned to sign, in order to help Roisin communicate when she was old enough.

Then the second war with the colonies came. Her husband, an Irish nationalist, tried to organize a riot against the British, right when the troops were away in the colonies. Three British officers were killed in the riot, and as the ringleader, her husband was executed for treason. The family took good care of her and her daughter, with Maeve living with her eldest brother-in-law and his wife. She took her husband's place in the family and started running the front to the family operations, the pub, in order to keep everything moving smoothly. Her aunt and uncle had long since written her off as a whore, as the wife of a criminal, as a harlot. What else was she to do?

What you want for your life: Maeve wants to keep her position within the Brennan family, enjoying the status of being a widowed woman in society at large. The Brennan boys treat her like their sister, and they look out for little Roisin. But more importantly, Maeve wants to give Roisin the life she never could have. She wants her little girl to have real fun and good memories, rather than having to tend to other people, and live up to their expectations. She dreams of a school for little deaf girls, a place for Roisin to be seen as normal, and not different.

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Character Quote(s): "Oh goodness, would you simply shut up?"
Theme Song: Ain't No Rest For The Wicked - Vintage Jazz Cage The Elephant Cover ft. Joey Cook
Anything Else: Cargast; The Walking Dead
Distant relation to Chloe, Riley, and Lauren Ridgeway, and Cassandra Reed

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