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Member
Seen
3 yrs ago
Name:
Sable Drou'ur.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
Sixteen. (16)
Species:
Augmented Dark Elf.
Room Number:
TBD.
Alignment:
Neutral.
Appearance:
Sable is a rather tiny little thing. Standing at only 4'5" she is often the butt of many short jokes. But she swears it's only because she hadn't hit her growth spurt yet! Despite her absurdly slender appearance she actually weighs over 270lbs; this is due to the mechanical augmentation. Though just looking at her most would think she is barely reaching 90lbs. Sable has warm caramel colored skin without a blemish in sight. Bright orange eyes and yellowish white cream hair. Oh, and she has a mechanical system of black metal plates running down her spine and branching out at the top of her butt and a long, sharp metal tail moves around as if it had a life of its own.
Personality:
Despite the rather vicious and intimidating tail she is actually quite a sweet and shy little girl. She often keeps to herself though on most occasions as her angst keeps her anxiety on pretty high alert during social interactions. Though if someone were to get past her shyness she is rather kind and energetic with those she is close too. She can be klutzy when she isn't paying attention.
Bio:
WIP.
Power:
Sable, before augmentation, didn't have any powers at all. Completely useless in any sort of combat situation. Though after augmentation she had become quite a fierce and terrifying opponent. While she doesn't have any sort of magic her mechanical augments offer various benefits - primarily physical.
-Improved Physicality- Through her mechanical augmentation she has acquired super human speed and strength. Able to lift, under strain, 1,000lbs. Her small, lithe physic allows her to make pin-point maneuvers at a tremendous speed.
-Razor nails- Sable can produce incredibly sharp claws out of her nail beds. These claws reach out 3 inches out from the tip of each finger and can slice through steel like a hot knife through butter.
-Whip Tail- Sable's sharp metal tail is just as fierce as it looks. Though it reaches much further than appearances would suggest. Her tail reach up to 5 feet to pierce or slash with her barbed blades along the tail. Aside from offense her tail is mostly used defensively to deflect attacks.
-Improved Physicality- Through her mechanical augmentation she has acquired super human speed and strength. Able to lift, under strain, 1,000lbs. Her small, lithe physic allows her to make pin-point maneuvers at a tremendous speed.
-Razor nails- Sable can produce incredibly sharp claws out of her nail beds. These claws reach out 3 inches out from the tip of each finger and can slice through steel like a hot knife through butter.
-Whip Tail- Sable's sharp metal tail is just as fierce as it looks. Though it reaches much further than appearances would suggest. Her tail reach up to 5 feet to pierce or slash with her barbed blades along the tail. Aside from offense her tail is mostly used defensively to deflect attacks.
Likes:
- Strawberries above everything else - Sunshine - Laying in the grass - Sweets - Did I mention she loves strawberries? -
Dislikes:
- Rain (Makes her metal rust if not dried immediately) - Chores - Being stuck in classes - Spicy food -
Family:
None.
Friends:
TBD.
Sentimental Attachment:
Her cat ear head band. Not really sentimental, she just really really really likes them.
Weapon:
She is the weapon. *puts on super cool aviator glasses*
Other:
Her eyes turn a shade of red while in combat. If her eyes ever turn completely black it means her human consciousness has gone and she is completely operating from her computer system.
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Member
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Saoirse Owen
Character Summary
Name: Saoirse Owen.
Aliases: Nothing specific.
Age: Nineteen. (19)
Birthday: 18th of May.
Ethnicity: Irish American.
Birth Place: Phoenix, Arizona.
Location: Baltham, Washington.
Gender: Female.
Occupation: Dial-A-Maid and Aspiring Musician.
Languages: English and a small bit of Spanish.
Appearance
Height: 5'6".
Weight: 120lbs.
Build: Petite/Athletic.
Eyes: Light brown with grey.
Hair: Dyed Silver.
Skin Tone: Pale.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Small heart on her lower hip, easily hidden by clothes.
Psychology
⋙ Strong Willed ♫ Bullheaded at Times ♪ Selfless ♬ Prone to put herself in danger ⋘
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Relationship Status: Single.
Personality:
Saoirse is incredibly kind and friendly to a fault. Since a young age she has always just be a social butterfly and throwing herself at any kind of social gathering she could find. She would practically do anything to get someone to smile or feel better. Personally Saoirse is incredibly strong willed; when her mind is put to something she will stop at nothing to accomplish it. Though because of this she is sometimes a bit bullheaded, making it hard for someone to dissuade her from something. Saoirse is quite selfless, often putting herself second and peoples needs before her own. This is a problem she has always had but has been trying to fix it; though results are questionable.
Habits: Smoking. Tapping.
Hobbies: Anything music. Since moving to Washington she has learned a bit of Piano.
Fears:
- Death. Not really dying but the uncertainty on what happens next.
- Water. Around any pool of water she gets incredible anxiety.
- Clowns. They creep her out beyond any sense of reason.
Likes:
- Sweets.
- Rain.
- Playing her guitar and now the piano.
- Bacon.
- People playing with her hair.
- Her morning Jog.
Dislikes:
- Spicy food.
- Pools of water.
- Thunder.
- Clowns. Hate Clowns. Hate.
- Heights.
- Boring people.
History
Your First Walker Encounter:
To Be Added Upon.
History: Minimal
Saoirse has always been a sweet and fun loving girl. Since she was young she was a social butterfly, going around and seemingly making new friends instantly. As she grew older she began to truly fall in love with music, mostly a product of her fathers love for classics. Through constant pestering she got her first guitar which for the first year she rarely put it down. After the years she spent less time with her guitar and spent more time focusing on her singing voice; though she always put a little time each week aside for her guitar.
In her freshmen year she decided she wanted to be a musician as a career. Her parents at first resisted but years of her constant, non-wavering pushing to improve and attend lessons swayed them. After graduating she moved from Arizona up to Baltham, Washington into a small apartment of her own. To make ends meet while she is waiting for big break she works at Dial-A-Maid, a quick service to get maids to any number of places to clean up. It's not exactly her favorite job but it pays the bills and works with the gigs she gets.
History After Outbreak:
To Be Added Upon.
Extras
Character Quote: "Fuck." - Saoirse 2kForever.
Theme Song: Jon Bellion - All Time Low.
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 0.
How Many People Have You Killed: 0.
Why: TBD.
Anything Else: Will Add Upon As Needed.~
CS Credit - @Lady Amalthea
1x Thank
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Member
Seen
3 yrs ago
Name:
Quibble.
Alias:
Doppelganger // Copy // Piece of Shit Gecko // Franklin.
Age:
Seven.
Gender Identification:
Attack Helicopter.
Nationality:
Some shitty desert somewhere. Probably Arizona or something.
Base of Operations:
Glass reptile cage in some chick's apartment.
Occupation:
Being an adorable gecko - Full Time.
Appearance:
Larger than your average gecko Quibble is still only about twenty inches long. He has a light green and yellow coloration with a gradient black tail; getting its darkest at the tip. While out and about and not acting like your average gecko he wears a cloak and carries a tiny stick, though in his hands it looks like a staff; he feels it makes him look more dignified and hopefully it will have those around him take him more seriously.
Personality:
Sarcastic asshole. That is the best way to describe Quibble. It is nearly guaranteed that it will insult you or come back with a quick witted remark, whether or not you were talking to it. It has a size complex, becoming violently defensive when his size is remotely stated; does not matter if it is stated in a positive or negative manner. For the most part it will just go with the flow of things, not really having a moral standard when it comes to decision making.
Skills:
-Can eat a whole raspberry in one sitting.
-Can roll tiny cigarettes.
-Can nap for an excess of 24 hours.
-Can perform single digit multiplication.
-Can roll tiny cigarettes.
-Can nap for an excess of 24 hours.
-Can perform single digit multiplication.
Abilities:
Genetic Mimicry - Upon coming into direct contact with genetic DNA Quibble can copy it identically. Not only can Quibble physically become the person or thing Quibble also copies their mutation/powers/abilities/skills/personality. Though because of its limited mental capacity Quibble is only able to utilize a portion of their powers; depending on how complex the power is determines how much of the power it is capable of using. Quibble only has use of the Genetic Mimicry of the person/thing it lasted touched for 48 hours afterwards. For this Quibble keeps a few pieces of hair or something with their DNA to have a few constant forms on hand. (Will create list later.)
Bio:
WIP.
Copy List:
Name:
Ramona.
Skills:
Can bake the shit out of some peanut butter cookies.
Power/Ability:
None.
Misc.:
Quibble stays at this chicks apartment in a glass reptile cage.
Name:
Earmuffs.
Skills:
None.
Power/Ability:
Sonic Scream - Able to belt out sonic waves to burst ear drums and cause a literal burst of power; sort of like a directional shock wave.
Misc.:
Given the simple application of this power Quibble is able to utilize it almost fully.
Name:
Probably Frank or some basic bitch name.
Skills:
None.
Power/Ability:
Ice Manipulation - He can conjure and manipulate ice.
Misc.:
Frank was some sort of grand wizard level Prick. His personality can sometimes come through without Quibbles intent. Quibble only has about 50% capability with this power.
Name:
Annabelle.
Skills:
None.
Power/Ability:
Gravitational Manipulation - Able to alter the gravitational levels within a certain around. Either around her or in a sphere within eye line. Must maintain eye contact with area being affected.
Misc.:
Only about 30% capability. Teenage emotions are a shit show.
Name:
007.
Skills:
-Highly trained assassin.
-Weapons expert.
-Martial Arts expert.
-Ladies man.
-Weapons expert.
-Martial Arts expert.
-Ladies man.
Power/Ability:
None.
Misc.:
His DNA is so saturated with automatic responses and impulse actions Quibble has 99% capability. Not really James Bond; but some sort of secret agent.
Name:
Saoirse. (Seer-Sha)
Skills:
-Combat Capable.
Power/Ability:
Super Speed - Able to move at incredible speeds. When at full speed she sees everything around her in slow-motion.
Misc.:
67% capability. Saoirse is an Irish lass with a HUGE LESBIAN LIBIDO. Saoirse can sometimes be a womanizer or simply objectify a beautiful girl. The drunk pervert.
Other:
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⋆ 5'7" || 132lbs ⋆
✾ General ✾
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Sexual Orientation:
Birthplace:
Danielle "Dani" O'Donnelle.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
Twenty-seven. (27)
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual - Preferring women.
Birthplace:
Phoenix, Arizona.
✾ Apocalypse Gear ✾
Preferred clothing:
Weapon:
Heavier, more durable clothing. Often wearing snug, thick jeans and a dark toned leather jacket with a simple shirt beneath it.
Weapon:
-9mm Beretta M9A1: Black and kept on her leg with a thigh holster. Half a clip of ammo left. (approx. 6 rounds)
-Machete: Strapped over her right shoulder.
-Pocket folding knife: Kept sharp and stored in her pocket.
-Machete: Strapped over her right shoulder.
-Pocket folding knife: Kept sharp and stored in her pocket.
✾ Personality ✾
Personality:
Weaknesses:
Habits or Quirks:
Special skills:
Dani has a rather detached and damaged look about her. Even before the outbreak she wasn't very expressive or cheery. She hasn't had the easiest life before it all went to hell. This sculpting her often pessimistic outlook on things; but she often keeps this to herself as most people don't care to hear it. She has never had an issue with doing what is needed to be done to survive. Her strive isn't based around making friends or keeping everyone happy-go-lucky. Surviving is above someones feelings. Her more friendlier side isn't even really that friendly. She will make jokes and tease maybe a little too meanly. Her humor is more laned in the roasting avenue than punch lines. Her general conversational attitude is bent towards sarcastic pessimism.
Weaknesses:
👻 Fears - Insects and snakes. They just simply creep her out.
☠ Ailments - None as of yet.
☣ Addictions - Cigarettes.
☠ Ailments - None as of yet.
☣ Addictions - Cigarettes.
Habits or Quirks:
Fidgeting. When nothing is going on she will often fidget or tap with her fingers. Often needs to triple check things she does; like locking doors or similar things. She has a need to make sure it was taken care of to be sure it was done.
Special skills:
Adept marksman. Simple survival/camping skills. Improvisational skills. Basic medical applications. Advanced engineering based primarily in automotive.
✾ Pre-Apocalypse ✾
Former Occupation:
Hobbies:
Family:
Friends:
Religion:
Level of Education:
Background:
Automotive Mechanic.
Hobbies:
Drinking. Whittling. Playing the guitar (when she can find one.)
Family:
Alcoholic father, John O'Donnelle, who she hadn't seen for several years before the outbreak. Presumed dead.
Friends:
N/A.
Religion:
Agnostic.
Level of Education:
-High School Equivalence.
-Hands on Automotive Engineering education.
-Hands on Automotive Engineering education.
Background:
TBA.
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Member
Seen
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Name:
Saoirse O'Donnell.
Official Title:
Agony.
Team Title:
None.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
Twenty-three.
Position:
Unlinked.
Specialty:
Hybrid (Often mistaken for a Silencer.)
Alchemic Style:
Vocem (Primary) / Sigillum (Secondary).
Asylum Code:
XCI (91) - Across the nape of her neck, often hidden by her hair.
Weapons:
Small Caliber Pistol - A small caliber pistol equipped with silencer and flashlight attachment. She often has several spare clips filled with Anti-Alchemic Rounds.
Pocket knife - As simple as that. Above average sized pocket knife.
Pocket knife - As simple as that. Above average sized pocket knife.
Alchemy Specialization:
Blood Manipulation - Generally speaking Agony can manipulate her own blood. Often by cutting a wound onto herself then pulls blood from herself and utilizes it in various ways; most commonly forming it into various weapons/projectiles. Though without access to Level 2 cast alchemy she can't manipulate the blood inside others; without Level 1 Cast she can only slow or accelerate the blood flow to disorient the target. She can however utilize the blood outside the body, this leading her to target arteries.
Given the nature of this Alchemy it is incredibly physically taxing on Agony. The amount of this alchemy use is quite limited (at least using her own blood) and too much use can lead to her becoming faint and disoriented. This often leading Agony to utilize more of her Tactical and Physical prowess in combat until enough blood is available to use.
Given the nature of this Alchemy it is incredibly physically taxing on Agony. The amount of this alchemy use is quite limited (at least using her own blood) and too much use can lead to her becoming faint and disoriented. This often leading Agony to utilize more of her Tactical and Physical prowess in combat until enough blood is available to use.
Alchemic Overdrive:
N/A.
Appearance:
WIP.
Personality:
WIP.
History:
Will disclose in IC. Could use a Gm or Co-Gm to help flesh it out.
Other:
Theme Song - "Blood."
Extremely skilled practitioner of several forms of Martial Arts. (Primarily Wing Chun and Japanese Jiu-Jitsu)
Top tier capable Marksman. (Specialty in Small Capable handguns.)
Perfect knowledge of human anatomy.
Gold Medal Level Gymnast.
Trained in Urban Environment Free-Running.
*Possibly* more to come.
Extremely skilled practitioner of several forms of Martial Arts. (Primarily Wing Chun and Japanese Jiu-Jitsu)
Top tier capable Marksman. (Specialty in Small Capable handguns.)
Perfect knowledge of human anatomy.
Gold Medal Level Gymnast.
Trained in Urban Environment Free-Running.
*Possibly* more to come.
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Member
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Adopted Name:
Lily Monroe.
Aliases:
N/A.
Apparent Age:
Early twenties.
Gender:
Female.
Classification:
IV.
Appearance (Human):
She is a fit and healthy looking woman with seemingly perfect complexion. She is closer to pale than she is tan. She has long flowing raven black hair that extends down near her knees; the dark colored hair only brightening the other aspects of her features.
She has soft red lips and piercing yellow eyes; probably the only sharp looking thing on her otherwise softly curved figure.
Appearance (Monster):
Her true form isn't really something that anyone has really ever seen. She is more an ethereal absence of light and form.
Looking upon her form nothing can be seen except a faint outline within the outreaching darkness that shrouds her. Though there is not only darkness, strange tendrils of light seem to draw into her darkness only to fade; as she were a vortex swallowing up the light around her.
Skills:
Natural strength and fighting prowess. Seemingly as quick as a ray of light.
Special Ability:
Light Manipulation - Lily has an attunement with light; able to pluck it's energy out of the air and utilize it to her desires. Often she will use this manifested energy to create objects of her imagination. She is able to pull this light based energy into apparent solid forms; or even destructive blasts of condensed, pure energy. Though her structures and abilities are beautiful to behold - given their rainbow-y apperance - it is most dangerous to encounter.
Weaknesses:
Dark rooms. Not only does she control light it also seems to feed her in a certain sense. Restrict her access to light and she will become noticeably weaker.
Other Fragments Consumed (If Known):
One.
Persona:
Despite her sharp, piercing eyes Lily is rather sweet and calm; almost motherly with her affection towards others. She doesn't care at all for the harm of humans or even witches for that matter. She tends to see the best in people, knowing there is a small flickering light of goodness within every living being; even fragments. But she knows how dangerous some Fragments have become, she even knows there are dangerous witches and even humans. She knows there is a time to kill, and she will do her job; she just simply hates it.
Lily isn't exactly much of a joking around person though she understand the importance of humor to humans. Their laughter actually warms her heart, or whatever beats inside a fragments chest. She just simply doesn't really know how to tell jokes and creating a joke is near unheard of from her. Though that doesn't stop her from trying at times of jovial social encounters; they're just usually terrible.
Known History:
Lily was found alone at the containment sight after the escape. Those who happened upon her couldn't figure out why she stayed. Through some interrogation she finally told her story.
At the beginning there was chaos, echoing screams of death muffled only by the sound of shattering concrete. It startled Lily awake from her weak slumber - having been kept in a dark cell to keep her weak. She placed her ear to the cold steal door only to hear the same,
but far more clearly. It twisted her insides, made her sick. Hearing them out there screaming for help only to be silenced with a splatter of blood. It wasn't long before her cell door was torn from its hinges and she was beckoned out. The light from the hall felt euphoric against her pores. She felt drench her like a warm waterfall. It was weak, but it was light. She stepped out into the hall only to see the carnage left behind. She was one of the last freed and the rest were well on their way. Still not up to her full power she stumbled down the halls, over bodies and staining her feet red.
She didn't know how to feel. The light filled her with joy but her eyes wrenched at her stomach. Once she made it outside she realized it was night and the moon was covered by clouds. Tears cleaning lines down her dirty cheeks. She was so weak, so hungry. So saw a fallen Fragment sprawled across the field; he must have been taken down as he was retreating. She didn't want to eat him.
The hounds found her when they finally came to examine what had happened. Lily was curled up under a flickering lamp, holding her knees to her chest. Tears and blood staining her tattered prison clothes.
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