Okay, does this mean music that fits [b]me[/b] personally? (myself being the character?) (Or regarding my persona online?) Or just character's I've written and their theme songs? I'm assuming the latter opposed to the former. So I'll post a handful characters and their theme songs. (Though I usually already find/have theme songs for character's I've wrote.)

[hider=Alexander Cunningham]
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[Center][color=purple][h1][b][u]Alexander Cunningham[/u][/b][/h1][/color][/center]
[center][h2][i]“Without obsession, life is nothing.”[/i][/h2][/center]

[b][u]Age:[/u][/b]
22

[b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b]
Writer/Published Author

[b][u]Race:[/u][/b]
Raven

[b][u]Gender:[/u][/b]
♂ Male 

[b][u]Height:[/u][/b]
5'8” (3.56m)

[b][u]Weight:[/u][/b]
135lbs (61.23kg)

[b][u]Descriptive Appearance:[/u][/b]
Looks very similar to most Raven's, and is usually well groomed and clean. The only distinctive feature is the jagged scars under both of his light brown eyes. In private situations he's barely in any clothing at all, often just wearing short pants or underwear for privacy's sake. But in public, he's in the attire that he sewed himself. A one of a kind, highly detailed and decorative robe, with custom gloves and shoes that fit his talons. His wings can be concealed in his robe but often they're not, as it's slightly uncomfortable, the robe has slits in the back, for the wings. With an intricate golden garment around his neck and a golden mask, completely covering his appearance. Both golden items were given to him by his girlfriend, he seldom wears anything else.


[b][u]Personality:[/u][/b]
The Good
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[*] Perceptive
[*] Resourceful
[*] Compassionate
[*] High-minded
[*] Intelligent
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The Neutral
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[*] Self-conscious
[*] Reserved
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The Bad
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[*] Demented
[*] Morbid
[*] Guilt-Ridden
[*] Over-imaginative
[*] Possessive
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[b][u]Quirks:[/u][/b]
Often fidgets with his talons, like tapping them for no particular reason. Cannot look at people in the eyes when lying. Seldom gets sick. Occasionally hallucinates hearing his girlfriend's voice and responds making it appear that he's talking to himself. Likes the smell of dead bodies. 


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Alexander lived with his wealthy family in New York City, with his older sister who he had a rapidly growing obsession for and his constantly abused arsonist younger brother who committed manslaughter. Alexander didn't make friends and was fucked in the head even as a child. His mother died when he was ten, which turned the father into a drunken abusive lunatic who blamed the younger brother. He became a writer and got successful a young age, thanks to his sister. Brother was killed in car crash at 14 and his sister starting dating somebody around the same time. Which made Alexander jealous and believing his sister was changing. Causing him try to learn about the occult and magic for years and eventually sought out the god of telekinesis, suffering unintended consequences when a permanent sacrifice, made his sister vanish from the world. He blamed the boyfriend for his mistake and went to his house and killed him, not before getting injured. (his scars.) He then completely fucked with his own mind, and removed his memories of the murder and his sister disappearance, causing him to hear voices of her and project her images on inanimate objects. Found his girlfriend a year ago and now is living happily ever after off the novels he made, most being about his sister attempting to immortalize and indulge in his sexual fantasies, disregarding how completely fucking mental he is.
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Alexander was born into a rather wealthy household in the middle of new york city. His mother was a founder of a civil rights organization and the father operated several factories in the automotive industry, which also eventually supplied materials and goods for the war efforts. Both of them made a six figure salary but were frequently very busy. Which left his older sister the responsibility to spend most of her life raising him as an infant. He and his family stayed healthy and well off. He was also home-schooled for most of his early life, usually by hired tutors or his older sister. Often kept to himself and didn't talk to any of the other kids his age. Preferring to read books and attempting to write his own stories alone than going to play outside. The only place outdoors that he enjoyed visiting was the graveyard, which was one of the early signs that he was different than most kids.

But that didn't mean he didn't empathize with other people, as the majority of the time he was able to spend with his mother, he would be assisting her with various charity works. She taught him at a young age to sew and mend clothing that they would donate to poor families that needed it, also teaching him to value his possessions because they could disappear before you knew it. He didn't fully understand his mother's advice at first but learned to enjoy the time they spent together as it started increasing as he got older. His mother started to work less and spend more time doing charity work and staying at home, which was all she did after getting pregnant. Alexander would often show his mother the stories he had wrote which she encouraged him to continue doing. Unfortunately, learning her lesson the hard way, when his healthy mother unexpectedly died after birthing his new younger brother. Only two days after Alexander's birthday, as he had just turned 10 years old.

Despite the hardship of losing his mother, his older sister helped him move on and also helped raise the younger brother. Alexander didn't hate his younger brother, promising to help his older sister care for him. However, the father's health started to rapidly decline after his wife’s passing. But he still ignored his own doctor's concerns to continue his work, he couldn't help but have feelings of resentment of the child while also feeling personally responsible for not being able to spend enough time with his wife, causing him to spiral into a deep depression and become addicted to drugs. Which made Alexander's life very troublesome, watching his dad crumbling into a hollow shell and then mentally abusing his younger brother, often telling him that his birth was a mistake and that he was at fault for his wife's death, while he was high on drugs. Watching his sister do her best to smile always like her mother, spending all her free time caring for them and reading bedtime stories to the younger brother, like she would for him when he was younger, then went to her room where she wept for hours until exhaustion set in. Alexander would often creep out of his bed and watch her silently as possible, often thinking of how beautiful she was, doing his best to behave and never cause her trouble.

A couple of years at that home, that he spent his whole life living in, felt like an eternity in a prison. The father eventually surrendered his position to his best friend from his school years. Making the father do nothing but abuse drugs, only growing more destructive and angry to everyone unlucky enough to be in his prescience. The younger brother was especially targeted, being constantly physically beaten, which made him often rebel and cause trouble around the neighborhood and at home. The only enjoyment Alexander could find in the world was the time he spent with his older sister and when he would write his stories. When he was just 13 years old, his older sister carefully read and took one of his stories, a romance story between two that could never be together. She believed it was good enough to be published and sent it to as many publications as possible under a pen name, using an abbreviation of her first name and her mother's maiden name.

This proved to be an overwhelming success and was quickly taken up by a publisher. Throughout the process she pretended to be the writer of the story, figuring they'd be turned off by the age of the real writer. It was quickly distributed, becoming talked about everywhere and soon became very popular, even breaking records on how many books were sold by a first time author. Alexander was only told after she had confirmation that it was going to be published, she convinced him of her plan and her excitement was all he needed to be happy. She however kept the everything very secretive and didn't allow herself or her brother to become known, which only made the buzz about the mysterious literary genius to spread further. Not long after all the success the first book brought, the father finally died from a heart attack from the rampant drug abuse and stress from the loss of his wife. The extensive life insurance policy was considered the only positive thing he had done for them in years. The older sister moved them out of that house soon after they held the father's funeral, which was surprisingly brimming with his many friends from the factories, many that Alexander and his siblings had never even met before.

When the world war finally started, Alexander was 14 and they lived in a much more modest home. Where he began writing his second story, mostly to cope with his changed life, a sequel to his previous book, which he completed in a matter of months. It was also successful and lead him to start writing several different novels at once. While his younger brother slowly grew to become an arsonist, setting many things ablaze without ever getting caught. Only Alexander knew anything about it, as the younger brother confided in him one night, that the family of 4 that died while asleep in a blazing house-fire just across the street was actually his doing. Alexander promised to keep it a secret from his sister and everyone else, since the brother promised to stop. Alexander knew he was the only one that kept his promise. Once his third book was published, his younger brother had been tragically been in a hit and run with an automobile.

His older sister, within a month of the event started going out with a guy, often leaving Alexander alone to write. Though, every time Alexander met the guy, Alexander loathed him, hated how he looked, smelled and even how he sounded and especially how he behaved toward him and his sister. She deserved better, she deserved me. He knew her better than anyone is exactly what he'd tell himself every night, finishing his fourth book which was notably darker than his previous work which made it more controversial and less successful. Stopping him from writing, spending his time growing angrier that his older sister started to change into a different person the longer she spent with the guy, learning through a conversation he wasn't suppose to hear that the guy didn't care for her at all and only wanted the money she made. This infuriated him, shouting out instead of sleeping at night, as she'd be gone for days at a time. He started masturbating to pictures of her from back in the day just to get to sleep. Spending his days trying to think of ways of break them up but he could tell how hopelessly in love his older sister was.

When Alexander was 16, he started heavily studying the occult and learning about magic, attempting to spend days without sleep, self teaching himself abilities. Being as intelligent as he was, he learned of his magical prowess quickly, focusing solely on telekinesis and eventually taking time to seek out those more experienced than him to instruct him further. The ongoing war was the least of his problems as far as he was concerned, since his sister was becoming unrecognizable and the most words they had spoken to each other was on his 17th birthday, she was confessing that they were planning on getting married. Desperately searching for higher power, by some twisted miracle he was able to come into contact with the god of telekinesis, Zhadraunth. With his animosity fueling the words spoken, he was finally given what he desired, or so he'd thought. Soon learning of his grave mistake, discovering that his older sister had vanished without a trace, he knew what his sacrifice cost him. He spent the rest of that night sobbing and screeching himself hoarse.

The thoughts of revenge clouded Alexander's head, he couldn't possibly move on without his sister, refusing to forgive what the man had done, blaming him for all his suffering. Not taking him very long to locate the man and punish him. However, it took more effort than he thought to actually hurt someone else and it lead to him getting deep cuts under both eyes, as the man attempted to carve into them with his claws, during their violent brawl. Alexander's movements weren't based on thought, he had barely even realized that he had killed him, until he noticed all the blood covering him. But strangely the reality sinking in on what he had done, soothed him and calmed his mind down. Simply returning home to wash off the blood and get a good night sleep.

The following morning, he truly realized what a monster he'd became but feared turning himself in for his crimes. Instead deciding to live a normal life that his mother and his sister would have wanted. He lived on his own in secret, though his neighbors had discovered it fairly quickly, they pitied him and decided to just watch over him until he was 18. Since he refused to go to an orphanage since he had no other real family and he wasn't legally aloud to live on his own. He spent that year writing a book solely about his sister, titling it using her name, finding a publisher and revealing himself as the true author, even putting his real name on the cover, which was published and became another success. He told himself he had immortalized his sister in his writing.

Unfortunately, his desire for his sister remained stabbed into his brain, impossible to remove, deciding he'd use his telekinetic abilities to attempt something that he'd never tried before, a highly advanced form of telekinesis, mental manipulation. His efforts were to change his very memories and forget that she ever died at all and completely forget the murder that he had committed. He had succeeded in his goal, forgetting that his sister ever disappeared and even that he murdered her lover but in turn completely screwed around with his brain, causing him to have frequent illusions of his sister. His guilt didn't go away, still deeply felt like what he had done in his past was unforgivable.

Spending the next few years of his life still living comfortably from the money he was making from his novels. While indulging in his fantasies and trying to help those in need, donating money to charities and sewing clothing, like he used to do with his mother and give them to the poor and even somehow found himself a girlfriend, quickly falling in love with each other. At age 21, he decided that he would create an outfit for himself, believing he was special. His girlfriend learned about his plans and crafted him some accessories to go along with his outfit. He cherished the hard work he put into the final product and loved what she had created. Deciding to wear it every single day to show his girlfriend that he appreciated her. Plus, his older sister always complimented how sexy he looked when he wore it. A whole year had passed and he never went outside anymore without it. It should go without saying that his days even after the war, were anything but normal.[/hider]


[b][u]Specialization:[/u][/b]
Telekinesis 

[b][u]School of Magic Attended:[/u][/b]
Conjuration 

[b][u]Primary Deity Worshiped:[/u][/b]
Zhadraunth 

[b][u]Permanent Sacrifice:[/u][/b] Yes.
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[*] Deity Sacrifice was made to: Zhadraunth 
[*] Reason behind Sacrifice: His older sister was about to be married to someone who was only using her for money. She was also changing from the sister he loved. (Like, really loved.) So, through growing frustration for something he could never have, that he greatly obsessed about. While growing a deep hatred for this man, that was destroying his sister's life. He refused to let her be married to such a man and was desperate to stop them. He demanded for the power to stop his obsession and their marriage. Trying to convince the god, that with his intelligence, that he could use his bestowed powers better than anyone else. Bartering with his writing abilities, that he'd be able to vastly spread praise of the god and offered to become a disciple. Only meaning to stop being madly in love with his sister and desiring to give her a happier life, that he believed she deserved.
[*] What was Sacrificed: His Older Sister. (His obsession.)
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[b][u]Equipment:[/u][/b]
His pouch containing multiple throwing knives, a hefty sack of coins, and a small ruby ring which he gave his sister for her birthday that she used to always wear.

[b][u]Weapons:[/u][/b]
[url=http://imgur.com/a/Rki67]Multiple concealed knives.[/url]
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[hider=Morpheus S. Snipes]
[b]Name:[/b] Morpheus S. Snipes
[b]Race:[/b] Human/Wereserpent
[b]Age:[/b] 30 (and looks significantly older than that.)
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Height:[/b] 6 foot
[b]Height Transformed:[/b] 7 foot tall (with an additional 5 feet for just how long his tail is.)
[b]Weight:[/b] 230 Pounds
[b]Occupation:[/b] Manager of a Fighting Ring.
[b]Alignment:[/b] Chaotic Neutral
[b]Continent:[/b] Batillus


[b]Appearance:[/b] The very seldom amount of time Morpheus decides to appear as his human form, he was quite tall and most of his weight comes from his muscular build. He has long orange-red hair, which is usually tangled and looks unkempt. His has a pale complexion is almost as white as his pearly white teeth with an almost unnatural shine to them, usually wearing a plain long black hooded robe that nearly reaches the ground, preferring to wear the least amount of clothing possible. Wearing sandals, or walks around barefoot. Not wearing anything under the robe. Only giving away his serpent form, with his purple serpent like tongue, his eyes resemble human pupils and both colored a deep bright purple. His fingernails and toenails are usually dirty.

And in his wereserpent form that he very much prefers to stay in at all times. Is not quite like many of his kind. A very large snake-like being covered in scales, still possessing human like legs,feet,arms and hands. But with a very long tail, being most of his body length, still able to wrap around various creature easily. His skin feels very slippery, and very warm to the touch. His colors are bright orange and white, being predominantly white with a spiral pattern orange going from him neck to tail. Having fangs that sparkle like diamonds along with his purple snake eyes also glow ominously. His facial expression whether human and not, is rarely smiling, always appearing to be a bad mood. 

His weapon is an Orb looking like a glass sphere that works like a mirror, able to clearly see a reflection, with a glowing ominous black aura, often appearances of animals will show up through the glass, like a reflection when it's being used.

[b]Personality:[/b] He is very unpredictable in his behavior, tends to be hard at work, constantly keeping himself busy with something or taking care of his brother. His mood can swing drastically but its usually bitter and pessimistic towards most. He doesn't have a sense of humor and will always speak bluntly and with as few words as possible to make his point clear. Preferring to have others do the same, mainly keeping their mouths shut. Unless he is using his powers, which he can talk on for hours on end without getting tired. Usually his words come off apathetically as he has very little remorse or regret for his actions. Being a misanthrope and overall loathing anyone that is in his presence for too long. Very quick to judge others and get angry and overly emotional. Also able to get violently horny, and on very seldom occasion become violently hungry as well. Only really deeply caring for himself and his brother, being able to go long lengths for his brother, even putting his needs before his own. 

However, he is also self aware that he is slowly becoming less and less like he used to be as a human before he turned, which is nearly the opposite of his personality now. He does not usually try to commit acts of evil, finding most fighting pointless and not really enjoying spilling blood or the killing of others. However can become merciless and very persistent when fighting or when he wants something that currently has something in his way. Wanting to at least stay out of trouble, and live a happy life with his brother or at least make sure the ones who witness him making trouble don't open their mouths.

[b]Talents:[/b][list]
[*]Good fighter
[*]Manipulating others.
[*]Animals tend to avoid confrontation and are friendly towards him.
[*]He is venomous when transformed, making his bite that much more deadly. 
[*]He is extremely resistant to very high temperatures.
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[b]Inabilities:[/b][list]
[*]Unable to speak articulately, always letting out a snake like hisses, very frequently. Seemingly with every sentence spoken. 
[*]Also is unable to have sexual intercourse, making him often very violent and lustful towards other things he finds attractive.
[*]Unlike most werecreatures he cannot simply just look like a snake to blend in the background.
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[b]Fears:[/b][list]
[*] Thantophobia (The fear of losing someone you love.) A very strong, nearly crippling phobia, Very specifically for his younger brother who is his only real grip on the very little sanity and the humanity he has left.
[*] Ombrophobia (Fear of Rain) It was raining on the day they turned, and on the death of their mother. A lesser phobia than the previous but he hates getting rained on and will quickly find shelter anytime he thinks there is a storm, believing that rain symbolizes bad luck.
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[b]History:[/b]
Morpheus's birth started out terribly, the mother was very sick all throughout when she was pregnant with him, they feared she would die after the procedure. Plus the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck twice when he got out and even after both seemed to miraculously make it out okay. It was filled with one too many close calls and health issues in his earliest childhood, it's surprising how well it seemed to become afterward. 

Living in a small but comfortable home in Lucena, with two loving parents. Both of them made a modest living with their dream jobs, the mother was a singer and the father was a builder. Both were usually at home. But, most of his time was spent alone often going on adventures by himself. He never got bored, always keeping himself busy doing something new. He was almost never upset, as his life for most of his youth was average and uneventful but he was content. Always avoided by the other children his age, as he was just slightly off for them. But he never seemed to mind until one day, he wanted somebody to spend time with other than his parents, someone that could go on adventures with him. That prayer was answered when he discovered that he was going to have a baby brother soon.

This birth couldn't of been any easier, or gone any more perfectly. Plus, The father got promoted at his job, though it caused him to be away most of the time, they were able to move to a bigger house and continue to live peacefully, though the move didn't make Morpheus very happy, liking their old home he couldn't be any more happy to have a younger brother, spending as much time as he could with him. Playing with him every day, since the children didn't seem to care for Lazurus, much either. His younger brother's name was that because the father got to pick the last name and he apparently did so when he got drunk from a little too much drinking and celebrating with his work buddies, so the mother picked it instead. But he grew up very close to his younger brother and the love for the outdoors. But after a particularly rough storm one day out playing, the mother had to tell them that the father go into an work related accident and died.

Causing him to feel depressed and stay indoors an entire year growing scared of the rain, but he was convinced by his younger brother to keep going on adventures. So they did, the mother was struggling with bills but thanks to her friends she was able to at least get by. Raising two children on her own, she struggled to keep in high spirits taking the death even harder. As she quickly changed her personality for the worse, often being abusive mentally and psychically toward them both. They both got through their life supporting each other and remembering how good the past used to be, believing one day their mother would get better, but she only got worse. 

One day after extremely violent outburst from the mother, they both decided to go far away as possible from the house that they felt was no longer a home.  Going on a long journey exploring a bunch of different caves finding them the most fascinating things to explore, suddenly coming upon one of the deepest caves they've had ever traversed, [s]they suddenly discovered something embedded on of one the rocks glowing black, it looked unique and something they had never seen before. Deciding that they could maybe sell it to get better gear for when the went exploring, doing their best to pry it out, from sheer curiosity.[/s] That is what he falsely implanted inside his mind, trying to forget that it was discovered from his brother anger toward him and the orb tempting Morpheus with vengeance and power. Which he foolishly accepted despite his brother's protest. His actions causing an unknown the shocking fate that was thrown upon them, as they both started painfully shapeshifting into strange creatures. It was the scariest moment of both their lives. Realizing their lives were forever change as the entire neighborhood feared and hated them as soon as they discovered what they had become. Including the mother who'd disowned them.

They decided they couldn't take anymore ridicule and pain leaving one day without saying goodbye, they both finally had enough and took the quickest airship to Batillus. Making that there new destination, knowing that the lycanthropes were commonplace there so that they would not have to be hated any longer. As they made themselves a true home. 

Unfortunately, their misfortune and the curse didn't stop there, as overtime the brother's mind grew dimer as he slowly changed his mindset into a bear, no longer retaining any real piece of his humanity. Causing Morpheus to honor his brother by staying in his wereserpent from so that he wouldn't feel ashamed or envious. While simultaneously doing his best to keep what little humanity he had left. Though nowadays even that was getting too much to ask...Now he spent his days living in his work. Running a fighting ring and making money of bets to support himself and his brother.

[b]Weapon:[/b] 
[b]Cursed Orb Of Animalistic Instinct[/b] - This weapon was discovered by Morpheus and Lazarus his brother on an expedition, exploring caves, and cursed them, turning them both into werecreatures. The weapon is a catalyst for most of Morpheus and his brothers actions and behavior over the past decade. It's exact origin and how it was created, is still unknown by him and seemingly everyone else. Technically useless for anyone else in any actual sort of combat, despite being unbreakable its merely a glass ball that would scare any individual without a death wish from getting close. But, it's useful lies in how it highly escalates his one particular power and makes it far more deadly.

[b]Pet:[/b] A larger than average bear, who was once his younger brother, who had also turned to werecreature at the same time, but unlike him he often didn't have any control when he turned and several years ago during an accident discovering his current weapon, cursed his brother giving him the permanent mental capability of a bear, with very little real memory of his previous life.

[b]Pet Appearance:[/b] [hider=Lazarus][img] http://i.imgur.com/1dEoeMS.jpg [/img] 
(only feral without any sort of weapon and on all 4 fours, like a normal bear.) [/hider]

[b]Strengths:[/b][list]
[*][b]Immunity to poison[/b] - He is incapable of being killed or even harmed by poisons in anyway, usually going immediately out of his mouth, spitting it all out at once. He can only really notice being poisoned from the sour unpleasant taste he gets in his mouth.
[*][b]Silent Movement[/b] - For being a giant, he is impressively quiet and can sneak up surprisingly well behind any other person even those with good hearing can completely miss him. It's almost if his movements make no sound. 
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[b]Weaknesses:[/b][list]
[*][b]Panic Attacks[/b] - Usually occurring after he wakes up from sleep or if he believes his brother is in any sort of danger or any sort of ailment. A simple sneeze from his brother could possibly trigger him. During this, he will become loud, frantic and completely unable to think straight. If someone wanted to fight him, this would be the more opportune time to do so.
[*][b]Lack of genuine empathy[/b] - Something he used to have a lot of, his connection to humanity has been lost. Is unable to care about anyone's else's problems beside his own, or his brother. Only able to fake empathy and even then barely does so.
[*][b]Quick to anger[/b] - He does not tolerate others tomfoolery for very long, and gets irritated at things very easily, growing extremely violent and psychotic within a instant. He actually can become more powerful angry making it a double edge sword, but his common sense and rational thought suffers.
[*][b]Insatiable Lust[/b] - He can become smitten by things he finds attractive within a minute upon seeing them, usually but not exclusively females making him focus solely on that individual, which causes him to being very violent and impulsive often wrapping and suffocating something, trying to have sexual intercourse with it, often accidentally killing people. Has trouble snapping out of it when it happens, nearly impossible for the victim to get him to stop no matter how much they scream or fight back, mixing very poorly with his loss of sympathy.
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[b]Powers:[/b]
([b]Strong power: Beastly Brainwash[/b]) Usually starting with gazing into the orb or into his eyes, he is able to imagine any kind of animal, and start speaking with hypnotic suggestions as the individual will slowly have their brain forcefully corrupted into having animalistic instinct usually making them become subservient and obedient to his every word. But can occasionally just make them behave like wild feral creatures. With the orb being in his grasp, makes this power twice as effective and it becomes nearly impossible to outright fail. The effects it does to the brain are usually reversed slowly as they become completely normal again. However the more they get effected or the longer they are spoken too by him, the longer the effects can last. Occasionally outright brainwashing the weaker minded turning them permanently having the mentality of animals.

([b]Lesser power: Acidic Spit[/b]) Coming out of his wide open maw, he can spew a short big burst of clear acid that burns at an incredible high temperature, searing and burning through flesh if one is unlucky enough to be hit with it. Can shoot at a reasonably range, albeit not very accurately, often outright missing by a mile the farther away the target is, but has plenty of it to use before he needs to take time to let it build in him again, at least he can't hurt himself with it. The acid is also flammable.

([b]2nd Lesser power: Words Of Fire[/b]) This power involves a strange, seemingly made up language that he speaks in a deeper tone of voice, making one particular object within a 20 foot radius or person that can hear his voice his target. He starts to chant words, able to manipulate the temperature of the object, either making his acid burst into flames, or making object fiery hot to the touch, or make the individual to slowly have a higher and higher body temperature similar to getting some sort of really awful infection, making them burn up, so to speak. It is limited in how much energy it takes, longer or more times he uses it without taking a break, will tire him out.

[b]Notable Items[/b]: (This is to be filled out once you receive your Gem based Item, if you have an Heirloom you wish to mention, please put it under 'other')

[b]Notable Skills[/b]:[list]
[*][b]Extreme Reading[/b]- Is able to read through words incredibly fast.
[*][b]Silver Tongue[/b]- Is incredible good at lying at others and being believed by everyone that hears him.
[*][b]Good Memory[/b] - He can easily recognize a stranger he's passed by on the street, knowing the next time they cross paths, can remember the most minuet details about his past life, excelling at long and short term memory.
[*][b]A very tolerant stomach[/b] - He can practically swallow any inedible thing without feeling sick or choking on it, will never get a stomach ache no matter how much he eats.
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[b]Other:[/b] A prized possession, and in fact is his only other past possession. A solid gold locket with a picture of his once happy family inside a long time ago. The front is engraved in the very middle with small but clearly legible cursive letters of his father's name. 'Joseph'. 

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[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tk2ziU06w-M[/youtube]

[hider= Terrence Redmond]
Name: Terrence Redmond
Age: 28
His Appearance (some of the time):[img]http://i.imgur.com/4W6IVGT.png[/img]
His Alter Appearance: (usually due to extreme negative emotions/though not exclusively.):[img]http://i.imgur.com/nKw7kkj.jpg?1[/img]
Race: ??? Manticore/Human (at least that's what he used to be.)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Doctor
Location: West Side.

A Brief History: Considered to be brilliant even at a young age, everyone in his family. His parents and his 3 older siblings treated him like a prodigy, and he really never liked any of it. Even back then, he did his best to not show off his intelligence in casual conversation. Becoming a doctor, and a damn good one at that. His patients say that he almost seem to already know what was wrong with them before he even looked at their chart. He was in his early twenties and already pretty well off. Both of his parents, getting in a terrible car crash a few days after his birthday was what he thought would be the worst day of his life. He was wrong...

When the event happened, even to this day his memories are still hazy. All he could remember was feeling like he was suffocating in a haze of thick black fog and a large shadow was towering over him, he felt as if he couldn't move and blacked out. He woke up, so a horrible, large monster starting back at him, in the pool of water. From the flooded street seemed like he'd been out long enough to miss an entire storm. He quickly realized the reflection, was himself.

He felt that he had been cursed from that day forward, immediately trying to find his siblings without really thinking about how they would react, when he arrived back home. He saw, looking in horror that two of his siblings we're dead. Looking as if they've been slaughtered in their home and the other was nowhere to be seen. 

No longer considered to be a human in the eyes of most, as many in the slums were now too afraid of him. He had been given the option to live on the west side as a Doctor, he had plenty of money that he could afford it. His patients are now, are not the humans he once treated, but monsters or other races instead. But he is still quite popular. Growing ever more resentful of the curse that had been forced upon him. He looks for ways to join the Rebellion...without the Rebellion thinking he's a monster.

Other: He is extremely brilliant, and still believes he is a human and one day will change back to normal. But in his monstrous form he is extremely powerful and dangerous. And as his patients once said, as a joke. Ever since he changed, he really could see anything wrong with his patients. As all ailments and problems appear clearly in his head. Making him quite good at his job. He recently started to make medicine of his own, creating his own chemist lab in his own apartment where he lives.
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[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmHutPddgyU[/youtube]

[hider=Donovan Valentine]
[center][h1]Donovan “The Friendly” Valentine [/h1]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/wPfRyvX.jpg[/img]
[i][b]"The good of the few, are in fact still good to the many. Whether they see it yet or not."[/b]
[b]-Himself[/b][/i][/center]

[b][u]Name[/u][/b]
[indent]Donovan Valentine[/indent]

[b][u]Nicknames[/u][/b]
[indent]”The Friendly” a sarcastic nickname if there ever was one.[/indent]

[b][u]Age[/u][/b]
[indent]25 years old[/indent]

[b][u]Gender[/u][/b]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[b][u]Homeworld[/u][/b]
[indent]High Terra[/indent]

[b][u]Rank[/u][/b]
[indent]Corporal[/indent]

[b][u]Role[/u][/b]
[indent]He is considered an elite combat solider, being exceptional in what most soliders should be.[/indent]

[b][u]Appearance[/u][/b]
[indent]He is 6'0 in length, with a surprisingly muscular body that you wouldn't guess by looking at him. Sometimes wearing glasses, other times not. He wears his mother's clothing line, finding anything else unacceptable. He is a noble of a rather rich family, so his armored suit is literally painted in real gold for nothing more to show off.[/indent]

[b][u]Equipment[/u][/b]
[list]
[*] M-54A1 Battle Rifle (a highly advanced prototype version, modified to be even more effective weapon as the battery drains much slower, giving it an extended usefulness. It costs far more than most soldiers could afford.)
[*]M3P-4 10mm Pistol (as a side arm. With several addition clips of ammunition)
[*]A standard black combat knife.
[*]RO-3 Omni Grenade (prototype versions of these grenades, that also happen to carry a deadly toxin, if the blast doesn't kill them, the poison gas will.)
[*]Standard Gas Mask
[*] Pain pills in a pez-like dispenser (strong medication, that make him feel nothing, and numbs pain almost instantly.)
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[b][u]Personality[/u][/b]
[indent]Donovan certainly would be what you'd think of when you think of your typical, raised in incredible wealth and got almost everything he could ask for. He was spoiled rotten as a child. He lived a rather perfect life. He's only thing he suffered from is how much he wanted another sibling so he could have a friend as when he was young most people tend to avoid him, scared of his status. Often alone, learning he was his only friend.

He grew up quite bitter of most people and is incredibly arrogant and self centered or at least only cares about his own and his family's pride. He will do anything, to make a difference he feels will change his world for the better. He will defy orders, betray others. He'd kill a child if he or his family benefitted from it. Morality means next to nothing to him, he does not feel sympathy for those he is ordered to kill. But to the average stranger who somehow doesn't know who he is. He is an incredibly good solider, and a surprisingly an effective leader and support. He is very charming, and is quite a gentleman to women. His laugh is almost contagious. Being quite social. Most of it being an act, being smart enough to know you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. 

Finding this fantasy world as literal gold mine, full of resources his parents could use to highly improve their companies. He doesn't see any of them as people, he sees them all as nuisances that he would be more than happy to rid their world of. Not that he'll behave that way in front of them.[/indent]

[b][u]Traits[/u][/b]
[list]
[*]Loves to drink his fancy wine, you could consider him a borderline alcoholic.
[*]Incredibly rich (if there's a new weapon or piece of technology, he will use it. His family won't let him have anything but the best.)
[*]A scary good solider, very quick, strong and sharp. Very good with most weapons and using combat vehicles. His abilities are superior to an average soldier.
[*]He detests the cold weather. He gets bad headaches in the cold weather.
[*]Often humming to himself.
[*]Is incredible at lying and manipulation. (which is why he loves doing it so much.)
[*]Carries glasses with him, that he doesn't need solely because some women say he looks good in them.
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[b][u]History[/u][/b]
[indent]His parents lived in the lap of luxury, one being a wealthy business owner, of multiple major construction, oil and diamond mining companies, while his mother had her own very popular and very expensive 'Valentine's' for men and women's clothing line. So ever since he was born, he was never told no. As he got the best food, from a professional chef, and was taught by a private tutor. He also had a professional maid to clean his room, but he often cleaned it himself. But that didn't mean he didn't spend time with his family, as his mother would often test clothing on him and often had him watch her create clothes, while the father often took him fishing every other weekend on their motorboat. The only thing he didn't have was a younger sibling, which he wanted a little brother. Mainly because he felt very alone. As his father kept him away from the poor folk and even some of the richer folk because they we're far too snobbish in his mother's words. So he didn't have many friends, and he very quickly over the year got used to being alone, with the occasional hired company. He enjoyed spending time with his parents more than anyone else. Loving and respecting them a lot, finding his mother to making the most beautiful clothes in the world and his father the most brilliant, got his desire for wine as his father would often let him have a sip every time he asked for one.

When he became old enough to be legally allowed to drive, thought that didn't stop him from doing it multiple times before then. He would often drive out and spoil women on dates. Going on a date with a new women every week at least. He made his own friends, throwing his charm and money around without hesitation. Though he never really made any real personal connections and it only made him dislike people in general. He would often have sex, even a few times of the same sex just because he could. Because it provided him with some company, and some shallow pleasure. But nothing he did really made him happy, he felt as if he had no true calling in life.

Until that day, When he learned of the GATE incident, he was instantly drawn to the news, being quite curious. As was both of his parents as they wondered. What kind of materials, and what kind of resources do they have in another world? Just imagine what we could do with them! They asked their son, to become a solider and to go to the new world and make them proud. They had connections with someone in the military that could make him shoot up in ranks quite easily and they'd make sure he had the best equipment. With that offer in his head, at a chance to do something unique and something to make his parents proud of him. He immediately agreed and became a solider. Which after a few tests they learned he was already great at it, excelling at basic and more advanced training. Completing it in half the time most did.

It didn't take him long to raise in the ranks. Becoming known for his skill and also more infamous for his personality. As they called him, Donovan "The Friendly" for his very false happy social personality. As it didn't take long for him to make enemies, but they weren't stupid enough to outright suggest anything of the sort. His superior's in the army were highly considering a leader position for him only holding back due to their uncertainly of how loyal he actually is...[/indent][/hider] (Didn't have one in mind for this one, but very first song I thought of fits distrubingly well enough.)
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xl2ButeQyQ8[/youtube]

[hider=Alyssa K.(Kacey) Moyer]
[Center][img]http://i.imgur.com/wN0ygRX.jpg[/img][/center]
[Center][color=yellow][h1][b][u]Alyssa K.(Kacey) Moyer[/u][/b][/h1][/color][/center]
[center][h2][i]"I was the light, I was the quiet heart...What have I become? Something else inside...”[/i][/h2][/center]

[b][u]Age:[/u][/b]
26

[b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b]
Radio Host/Entertainer

[b][u]Race:[/u][/b]
Wolf

[b][u]Gender:[/u][/b]
♀ Female

[b][u]Height:[/u][/b]
5'0" (1.55m) 

[b][u]Weight:[/u][/b]
105lbs (48kg)

[b][u]Descriptive Appearance:[/u][/b]
Her hair always looks like she just got out of bed. Sometimes her eyes illuminate brightly in the sunlight and even pierce through the dark. Also possessing unnaturally bright teeth and has a heart tattoo on both of her ears. She was born with a small triangle-shaped purple birthmark just above her belly button, exactly like her mother's. She prefers wearing warm and soft casual clothing, indoors and outdoors. Almost always in pristine condition when she goes outdoors. Almost never puts on socks and usually is wearing sandals outdoors. Sometimes wearing jewelry, like hand bracelets and necklaces, usually handmade with religious designs. 

[b][u]Personality:[/u][/b]
The Good
[list]
[*] Optimistic
[*] Sincere
[*] Polite
[*] Communicative
[*] Selfless
[*] Playful
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Neutral
[list]
[*] Religious
[*] Maternal
[*] Sensitive (Senses)
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The Bad
[list]
[*] Lustful
[*] Softheaded
[*] Vulnerable
[*] Insecure
[*] Childish
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[b][u]Quirks:[/u][/b]
Sometimes speaks about herself in 3rd person. Has a habit of sucking on her paw, usually when nervous about something. Really loves cherries. Refuses to curse, and gets upset when others do it. Has very ticklish sides. Says a small prayer before she eats or drinks anything.

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Her mother was growing entertainment star and died from her birth, the father was suicidal recovering alcoholic and gambler, who decided to turn a new leaf once he discovered he had a daughter. Which after many hardships and entire early life being cared for by his wive's family who loathed him. She meant the world to him and kept him going, making a full recovery in one more year, getting a job as an officer and moving himself and his daughter into his long lost friends place. (who became her uncle.) Eventually getting well off enough to purchase a home and life was good, even learning about his wife's magical power from her mother on her death bed. But made his daughter promise to not use magic. She became a radio personality. But problems occurred, as people the father used to gamble with and borrow money from, asked for him to pay up for more and more and threatened to kidnap his daughter otherwise. He eventually refused and though she was told to keep it a secret, she eventually told her uncle about it. 

One night, the four men invaded their home and held the dad at gunpoint, the daughter was able to not be seen and eventually turned invisible from fear. The father killed two of the men but had his arm broken and eventually was shot in the back of the head, right in front of his daughter. She was frozen, watching them flee. That night, the god of light appeared before her and made her sacrifice her innocence. She went to their home through the window and killed them both with her fathers gun while asleep. The uncle arrived there, about to arrest them for other crimes he discovered through investigation, taking her and telling her to flee to New York and that'd he'd cover up her thoughtless crimes.

She lived a (mostly) normal life in New York during the war, getting herself an apartment with her radio job. Finding her boyfriend during a lonely night, through a sexual experience that she started doing with him every night. Admitting what she done and discovering his many quirks, which only made them closer. Deciding he was the one that made her feel like "the light" her father always called her and decides to disregard them.
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The birth had drastic effects on two people's lives, the mother was a growing movie star, getting many small parts and also starred in her own talk radio program, discussing the latest fashion trends and best places to shop. Despite some stress problems, she was mostly healthy. But she had some serious complications with the birth, but she demanded they save her baby. They did, but the mother wasn't as lucky, she died the moment after she was told the gender of the child. The father was gambler and a recovering alcoholic, both jobs he did very poorly at. He was very depressed and on the verge of suicide. He had been fired from his job and couldn't seem to get another. They had been arguing every day for about a year and they were about to get a divorce, but when she discovered the pregnancy. She stayed with him and told the father to get his act together to care for this child. From that moment, the father seemed to have an epiphany as he held his baby girl in his arms for the first time...

Her early childhood was difficult, not because of her being cared for primarily by his recently deceased mother's mom and family. But for the father and his attempt at redemption. As they deemed the father to be a deadbeat, not worthy of her or capable of caring for a kid, hating him immensely. The father tried to deny their help and demanded they let him care for his child, since they never helped her or him since they've been together. But the woman threatened to call child services and send her to an orphanage if he tried anything and said unless he got a solid job and cleaned up his act, he'd never have custody of his child. There wasn't a day she didn't see her dad crying for entire year. The father personally struggled, unable to find a consistent job, failing to stop his addictive impulses, screaming at himself too much at night to get an ounce of sleep. But he struggled on for her, considering her the light that would keep him in this world. Every time he looked at her face, he felt a little bit better, if only for a moment.

The next year could only be described as unbelievable, the father had pulled off a complete 180, not only finding a job but from an old friend he lost contact with from school, getting him into a specialized police academy training program. He was able to get into a respectable and high paying job, and he was able to make some friends from the station. The friend even allowed him to stay in his guest house and bring his child there, the first time they were able to live together. It was best year he had in quite a long time, and Alyssa was finally able to spend time with her father. He had unofficially made the friend, her uncle and he accepted it. Alyssa would spend a lot of time with him as well when the father was busy with work, getting used to addressing him as uncle.

The rest of her childhood went pretty smoothly, happily playing with her uncle and all the nice folks at the police station, and would spend time with her father, who would always tell her how proud she made him, how much she meant to him and how she was a beautiful light that deserves to shine brightly. She always smiled when her father spoke to her. She was happy and friendly to others at school, not even the bullies seemed to mess with her and when someone mentioned her father in a negative light and made her cry, they apologized and shared their lunch with her. The wife's family even eventually softened up and made peace with the father. She had a select group of friends that she'd hang with to make arts and crafts inside the school during recess and never got into any trouble. The father had been doing well in his career and had been sober ever since then.

Her teen years were mostly peaceful as well, the father had finally had enough money saved up to pay for a place of their own and pay her uncle for everything he did for them. She was learning about her mother and getting interested in the radio business, practicing all the time and listening to it often, deciding that was going to be her career. The father only encouraged her and didn't really ever say no, allowing her to get tattoos on her ears on her birthday to impress her friends. The very next day the father had also discovered from the wife's side of the family, that his wife's mother passed away, she revealed a secret that his deceased wife had incredibly powerful magic. Learning about magic he decided to attempt to teach himself and his daughter with the limited information he could find from books written about it. They both learned that she had shared her mother's magical abilities...but fearing this would lead to problems the father stopped pursuing it quickly and pleaded she'd not use it and that she was perfect the way she was. She promised him she wouldn't use them and kept that promise for years.

She was 18 years old, she started her job and her mother's old connections offered to give her a chance in the entertainment industry, as a guest co-host on a popular radio show. The flood of extremely positive reception they received, allowed her to quickly become a permanent member. This is where problems began arising, several men one day knocked on their door when they were about to have dinner. From the grave look her father gave, she knew this meant trouble. The several men that her dad gambled all those years ago and borrowed money from, came to ask for their money, obviously with some extra tax involved. They knew he made decent money and wanted to take every cent they could. The father did pay a portion of it the first time, but refused to pay any further. Refusing to be extorted for any more, but despite the pleas from his daughter to do something. He told her to not say a word of any of this to anyone at the station. This lead to extra stress and the father losing sleep and she could no longer stand seeing her father hurting and spoke to her uncle about them in secret, which lead to him to privately investigation the men.

But it was too late, on an unfortunately busy night for the police. The father who just couldn't sleep from the nightmares he'd been recently having, hearing their clock strike midnight, looking out the window he was able to see several cars driving up to the side of their house. The father had kept secret that they had threatened to kidnap his daughter for ransom if they needed to do so, to get the money he owed them. He grabbed his gun and rushed into his daughter's room to wake her up. Warning her to be quiet and go with him through the back entrance and go straight to their next door neighbors house. Knowing they left their sliding door unlocked and that they could open the back door and get help. She was scared but followed behind her father toward the back entrance, but several men already broke into the house at this point, all carrying loaded guns.

When the father ran past a corner of his house, one of them shouted at him to freeze or he'd blow his head off. The father stopped his daughter from being seen and motioned with his hand for his daughter to stop and hide in the closet nearby, she quickly hid like she was told going into the corner behind a bunch of other object and tried to stop herself from making any sounds from her crying. Four separate men had guns trained on him, forcefully taking him into the living room of his house, taking his gun and begin interrogating him. Asking where his safe was and where his daughter was, punching him when he didn't respond. He lied and said that the daughter was staying at a friends house. He sent one of them to look for her, as he immediately headed to the hall they were found. She could hear the footsteps coming, she trembled with fear and curled up, unknowingly using her magic to become invisible. Until the closet door was opened before she could even think about blocking it with the junk inside it, she looked the man straight in his eyes, completely frozen, seeing him leave made her question why until she looked down at herself, unable to her body.

She left the closet and instead of getting help, heard a loud commotion in the living room, hearing things getting broken and gun shots, hearing her father scream out for her to run, making her run straight into the living room. She saw her father on the ground, the living room was a complete mess. One of the men was laying on the ground motionless and another slumped on the couch with a visible hole in his head and her father pinned down by two others, with a pulled back and broken arm. One with a gun pressed against the back of his head. She had absolutely no clue what to do, she couldn't make a sound, she couldn't move a muscle, just staring her father and hearing him plead. “Please let my light be safe...” before the gun shot went off. Promptly followed by them fleeing as fast as possible hearing the sounds of sirens. Though it was only a fire truck responding to a house fire, they didn't stick around to find out. She rushed to his side and clutched his body and started to weep.

The god Ayrith had interrupted her crying, revealing themselves and started a discussion with her, offering her power for a permanent sacrifice. She believed that the deity was hear to help her get justice, she asked what they wanted, feeling that without her father she didn't have much else to lose. It said they wanted that if she wanted justice for their crimes against her father, she'd have to do it herself. She was speechless, but she knew what they wanted. Her conscience only lasted for a minute of silence, before taking her father's gun and loading it with ammunition. She took her father's car knowing exactly where they stayed. She made herself and the car invisible without even really thinking too clearly about it, parking outside and the cars were already there. She waited an hour silently in the car, wiping the tears from her eyes and talking to herself. She wondered if her father would ever see her as the light doing something so awful. She made up her mind, going inside the house by climbing into an open window, the lights were already out and both men were fast asleep. She went up to them filled with anger she placed the gun to one of their heads and shouted to “Wake up!” causing her face to be the last thing he saw before getting a bullet between the eyes, shooting the other one down. Both of them were dead in a minute, but that night wasn't over for her. 

She also heard sirens coming closer but for some reason she couldn't get herself to turn invisible, as a police car pulled up into their driveway immediately rushing inside hearing the gun shots. The first person she saw with a shocked expression on his face, was her uncle seeing her covered in their blood with the gun clenched tightly in her hands. He uttered “What have you done...?” She went to embrace him and wept into his chest, whimpering about what had happened to her father and explaining she had to do it. The uncle took her in the front seat of her car and immediately drove out of there, he told her that he was on his way to arrest them able to find hard evidence of illegal activity and other murder charges and that they'd all likely would have rotten in jail forever and reprimanded her on what a foolish mistake that she had made and that this was not what your father wanted for you. It was a very long ride for them both, arriving at his home. He only had a single idea, he packed her some clothes and money, telling her that she needed to leave the city and told her to find a friend in New York City. He gave her everything she needed to locate him and some tickets he was going to use. He didn't give her a choice and very soon, she was leaving Pennsylvania on a train heading for New York, and the uncle did his best to cover up the crime and hoped that he made the right decision...

She found that friend and lived with him for two years without causing or receiving any trouble, finding a job at a radio station at that time, turning 20 around the time the war started, but she already felt like her life had ended. The years just blew by like the breeze, she was numb to everything around her but she was able to convince everyone around her that she was perfect and happy. Struggling with frequent night terrors and constant nagging insecurities and suicidal thoughts, but it mellowed out with time. Eventually moving into an apartment of her own and have her own successful program on the radio. She hadn't contacted her uncle until years later on her 23rd birthday, he sent her a letter and they had been sending letters to one another every so often. When she was 25, one night were she was very depressed and thinking about life, finding her boyfriend one night at a social gathering in a bar. He went to talk to her while she was sitting in the corner alone and told her things that made her feel good again. They had sexual intercourse that night, and that became every single night, when she got home from work. She'd take him to her place and they'd sleep together. She felt like she had a connection with him, and he felt the same way. Even after sharing their demons with one another, it only made their bond stronger. Her life had only gotten stranger ever since...but she couldn't imagine life without what gave her back the light she lost, not even minding his hallucinations of his older sister.
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[b][u]Specialization:[/u][/b]
Light
[b][u]School of Magic Attended:[/u][/b]
Alteration
[b][u]Primary Deity Worshiped:[/u][/b]
Ayrith
[b][u]Permanent Sacrifice:[/u][/b] Yes.
[list]
[*] Deity Sacrifice was made to: Ayrith
[*] Reason behind Sacrifice: She just stood there and watched them kill her father, being frozen with fear and unable to do anything. She believed the god of light was a benevolent and holy deity, so she wished to give her father justice. 
[*] What was Sacrificed: (Her Innocence) By being ordered to kill those who killed her father herself, despite being able to get legal justice. Making her a murder and in her eye no better than the ones who killed her father.
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[b][u]Equipment:[/u][/b]
A lockable purse containing, Her father's cigarette lighter, A sweet smelling oil rub (for cosmetic and medicinal effects), The keys to her apartment and car, some kind of snack, a nail file, a comb (that she barely uses) and some money. With a hidden compartment, for her firearm and some extra ammunition.

[b][u]Weapons:[/u][/b]
[url=http://imgur.com/koMUQGS]A colt official police (her father's gun.)[/url]
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[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKtapZFSs7c[/youtube]

(I've also noticed just how little I've gotten to use characters, or characters I never finished for various reasons. Many characters I've made have been deleted with time. I miss finishing the roleplays I start. -.-)