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Name::
Audrey Berr


Age::
Twenty


Gender::
Female


Personality::
Ambitious. Stubborn. Charming. Helpful. Judgmental


Short Biography::
Before the virus Audrey had dreams of going to college to become a dental hygienist. It wasn't her dream job, but it seemed like a reasonable thing to do. She lived with her Mom and younger brother, and they never had too many troubles or worries, even after their parent's divorcing. Audrey's mom was bringing home a birthday cake for Aaron. She doesn't know the outcome of her father, but she doesn't have too high of hopes. Right now, she is just trying to survive every day with her younger brother and hopes to find that there are other survivors out there as well.


Weapon::
- Pocket knife
- Shares rifle with her younger brother


Skills::
- Clever and quick witted in the way she speaks
- Ran cross country in track in high school so she has good endurance
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Cᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴋɴᴇᴇs. Gᴏᴛᴛᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ғʀᴇᴇ. Cᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴋɴᴇᴇs

Bᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʟᴇᴀɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ.



Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ
Annette Rae Topsfield. Nettie by most.

Aɢᴇ
Twenty five.

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Female.

Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
Rancher

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ:
Wesley Topsfield - Father - Ranch Owner
Ellen (Knoll) Topsfield - Mother - Deceased
Wesley Topsfield Jr - Brother - Unknown Location
Levi Topsfield - Brother - Butcher
Alonzo Topsfield - Brother - Doctor
Cooper Topsfield - Brother - Deceased
Bart Topsfield - Brother - Farmer


Aᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴇᴅ Bʏ:
Her horse. Stone is his name, and smooth riding is his game.


Eǫᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ:
Cooper Pocket Revolver

Sᴋɪʟʟꜱ:
Animals. Dancing. Sewing. Cooking. Ranching. Drawing.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs
Reckless. Charming. Secretive. Bold. Carefree.

Qᴜɪʀᴋs
Eats sunflower seeds often.
Bites her lower lip when she's thinking about something.
Hums or whistles when she's in a cheerful or happy mood.


Lɪᴋᴇs/Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
+ Summer time weather.
+ Working with her hands; farming, tinkering.
+ Anything creative; singing, dancing, and drawing.
+ Stories that have a happy conclusion in the end.

- Talking about the state of her father's ranch.
- People that don't have respect for their family.
- Having someone look down upon her for being a woman.
- Sleeping less than five hours during the night.


Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ
Sixth child, and only daughter of Wesley and Ellen Knoll; Annette was born on a muggy summer night in the bath tub of her pa's ranch. Wesley had delivered every one of his children, and plenty of animals- but no one had seen him ever smile that large until he heard that baby girl first cry out. She was treated like a little princess, but was able to keep up with the boys, climbing a few trees and getting her knees scraped a few times in the whirlwind of growing up.

As her brothers moved on and found their own families, Nettie stayed behind and helped her mother and father on the ranch, their old age quickly catching up to their overworked bones. Ma' went first, quietly in her sleep but Pa' kept on holding on, waking up a little bit later every day. Nettie took all the chores upon herself, pushing harder and longer until she too felt the stress. She was over 20 and hadn't found a man, besides the ranch hands that came and go with the seasons and old perverts who wanted to shoot the last of their remaining seed in someone's hot hole before they kicked the bucket.

Sitting at the kitchen table, hand in hand, Wesley spoke to his daughter, their matching bright blue eyes looking at one another. "I gotta sell the farm. For us." he said, and Nettie tossed his hand down. "No!" she yelled, standing up. How dare he throw away everything they had worked so hard to keep? "Is it money you need? I'll get it. I'll work harder. I'll do more." she pleaded, her eyes welling up as she shook in anger. "Nettie.." Wesley started before another boisterous "No!" escaped from Annette's petite frame. "Don't fucking take this from me. I did this for you. I won't stop." she yelled again, storming off to her room. The door slammed. Ending the conversation and the night.

By morning Annette had already taken her father's revolver and one of their horses and took off into the town.
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Gɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ
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Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Nᴀᴍᴇ:
Gianna Symone Creek.

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
Female.

Aɢᴇ:
Twenty five.

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ:
Five foot one.

Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ:
One hundred and fifteen pounds.

Rᴀᴄᴇ/Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ:
Caucasian. Italian. American. New Yorker.

Vᴏɪᴄᴇ:
Yᴏᴜ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴘɪᴢᴢᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴘɪᴢᴢᴀ?





Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Easily Manipulated. Friendly. Outgoing. Caring. Stubborn.

Gia is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. She is usually the first one to greet you and the last to tell you goodbye. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your meal while she talks to you but she means well, she cares. Gia is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about. She wants the best for everyone and herself. However, once a seed is planted in her head or heart to put you as a bad guy, it will take a lot of energy and convincing for her to think otherwise.


Jᴏʙ/Cᴀʀᴇᴇʀ:
Marketing and Sales.

Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ:
Gianna was conceived in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her parents had both been on their honeymoon with their spouses and ended up banging each other's brains out behind Caesar's Palace, or was it a Little Caesar's pizza? Either way, the two lovebirds had put their last relationships in the past and began the whirlwind that was Giovanni and Diane. A couple years had gone by but as soon as the big P word slipped from doctor's mouth, Gia's father had said he had other places to be- and thanks for the good time, it was fun. He even left a "Get well soon" card on the dresser, with about nine dollars in singles.

Diane now was dumbfounded, pregnant, and all alone. She went online and met Franklin (Frank), an older gentleman who was in need of a wife and had a bit of cash to spend. Work was all that Frank knew, work and the bottom of the liquor bottle. The bottles that came each and every paycheck. Despite his addiction, he climbed the ladder and got lucky with a few well known law cases. So Diane decided to leave sin city and try to find a better life with rich man Frank in Brooklyn, New York. She didn't find any greener grass, but when Gia was born she did find out what happiness was again. The two lived in Frank's apartment, growing up together and experiencing what life had to offer without the absence of material goods.

Growing up was smooth sailing for Gia. She was well rounded, liked by most people and an average student. She went to college and graduated with a degree in business. She used it to join a small sales company. While attending a company night out at the bar, she met her current husband; who she loves very much and encourages to follow his dreams no matter what they may be at the moment. She dreams to have a family with him, and give their children an even better life than she had growing up.


Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Rᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ:
Brooklyn

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:
- Quick witted and sweet talker, making friends with no issue.
- Doesn't take no for an answer when she wants her way.
- Used to run cross country in college, so she has good endurance.


Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs:
- She is small and petite.
- Trusts people way too quickly, easily manipulated.
- Afraid of heights, bugs, and rodents.


RP Sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ:
"You talking about pizza like, you don't think I know about pizza?"

The Brooklyn raised girl retorted to her coworker as they sat together at lunch that afternoon. A look of disbelief on her face, but in a playful way. "I'm Italian and I was raised in Brooklyn, I know about pizza. It's in the freaking water." she commented, as her coworker laughed. "Gia you're ridiculous." she said as the two giggled. Gia continued to fold in half and eat her slice of pepperoni pizza that she had got from the cafeteria. It was not a very good slice but it would suffice. She thought about what she was going to make for dinner that night for her husband and her. It was coming up on their first wedding anniversary and she would admit that was exciting for her. For them.

She reached to her phone that sat on the table, sending a text to him while she thought about it.

Cant wait to see u baby. Treating tonight ;) I love you. Ttyl

Sending she looked up to her co-worker. The two exchanged friendly smiles, continuing their lunch as normal without many more words spoken between them. After finishing her pizza, she wiped her hands with an napkin and tossed the paper plate they had given her in the trash. Crumbling the greasy used napkin along with it. She went back to the table and grabbed her cellphone and walked back to her cubicle where she would start again on her call list to clients. After a few hours of this she clocked out and began her journey home.

Gia never got her drivers license, relying on the subway and bus system her whole life. She pulled her jacket tight around her, adjusting her beanine in the cold March weather that New York gave. Soon it would be warm again, but for now the city still had a crisp chill. Jogging down the subway stairs she slid her card and went through the turnstyle. Picking a seat on the subway she looked at her phone, with no reply from her husband. She let out a soft sigh, before plugging her ear buds into the headphone jack and listening to music on her way home.
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Tʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜꜰᴜʟ
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Name
Lydia Xiong.


Age
Twenty Five.


Height/Weight
Five foot three. One hundred and five pounds.


Personality
Protective. Classy. Selfless. Independent. Loyal. Educated.


History
Lydia spent her early years in a very conservative Chinese American household. She kept herself busy whilst growing up, with multiple after school activities, homework assignments, music recitals, and extra chores at home. In other words; Lydia was quite the over-overachiever. Her parents were only just slightly proud as their one and only "sorta" talented child became Valedictorian of her high school graduating class of over 1,400 students, and was granted several scholarships to high qualifying universities across the country.

Early to rise and early to bed, makes a girl healthy.. but socially dead.

Lydia found this statement to be true quickly out as she started into her university of choice. Her three dorm mates often ignored her and just assumed that the girl would not want to go out with them even if they asked. They never ask. Depression, loneliness, and anxiety overwhelmed Lydia only a few semesters in to her degree. It was at this time, Lydia began thinking more morbid about life's meaning and her self worth. What was the point?

She decided she needed a redo.

She bleached her hair, tatted up, and told everyone that had ever doubted her to kindly fuck off.

After finishing her degree she wasn't too surprised that the world decided to toss back her angst at her in the form of a asteroid hitting the Earth. She was the only one in her family to survive, and one of the few to survive in the whole world. When the flu like symptoms came, Lydia powered through it like a champ, knowing that with enough strength any feat can be completed. It was surely surprising when the new powers came along with it.

The point of life was just beginning.


Skills
- Time management.
- Has good endurance.
- Knows how to read people fairly well.


Power
Healing.


Abilities
Curing - Takes sickness away.
Healing - Takes pain away.
Purification - Takes mutations away.


Weakness
When using her power, she loses her own health. Everything has a price.






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A Wᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ Dᴇᴇʀ Lᴇᴀᴘs Tʜᴇ Hɪɢʜᴇsᴛ


Name:
Daniella, goes by Dani by her friends and family.


Gender:
Female.


Age:
Nineteen.


Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual.


Species:
Deer.


Personality:
Caring. Nimble. Emotionally Withdrawn Unless Feeling Safe. Inconsistent. Curious.


Biography:
Daniella grew up in the country side with her parents, a very simple life in the meadows.

A lot changed when Dani came to the big city. Alas, no matter if you're in the meadow or city that exposed feeling never goes away. Dani at first found the city to be absolutely terrifying, she often locked herself into her apartment for days on end, staring out the window with vacant eyes as the lights traveled by. "Oh..fuck me." she would sigh as the bills upon bills piled upon her kitchen table. Many times she was threatened to be evicted for non-compliance, but she always managed to slip on by from biting the bullet.

Eventually Dani traveled out a little more each day, becoming familiar with her settings. Though, when news of someone being shot would play on her television set (either in movies or in the news) the young fawn regressed back into her hermit ways, until she could feel she could travel once again. It was a long and painful process. However, as crime became less and less in the city (or so Dani thought when she lost her cable from not paying the bills), she traveled out into the world and got herself a job: florist specialist assistant. As she built her resume up a little bit, she discovered she had quite the talent for growing things.

It is her first year at the Cherry Blossom Festival and she's excited to make some new friends.
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Name: Evelyn Gayle Alison

Birthdate and Age: June 17th 2000, 16 yrs.

Physical Appearance: Short, sweet, and good enough to eat. The young girl is about five foot three tall, and weighs a bit over one hundred and eighty-five pounds. Evelyn is one of the bigger girls on campus that are her age- but she hasn't had too much of a problem with bullies ever since transferring to Blackwell. She naturally has blonde hair but ever since last summer has been dyeing (despite her grandmother's disapproving looks) it a vibrant and fun red color. Her eyes are hazel, and sit in an almond shape upon her porcelain skin. Though fashion can be a pain in the ass, Evelyn loves to dress up and do her makeup and hair as often as she can. She keeps very well manicured, and prides herself in knowing some of the newer trends before they start blossoming on campus.

Personality: Spontaneous. Creative. Technology Addict. Impatient. Sensitive. Cheerful. Naive.

Biography: Jenna Alison was once a fifteen year old in Arcadia Bay, Oregon. She fell in a whirlwind with an exciting eighteen year old boy during the summer one year, and in result Evelyn came into the world. The unnamed boy left as soon as he went, and Evelyn was raised by her mother and grandmother in the sleepy town, getting by with a little bit of a weight on their shoulders but fairly well off. When Evelyn came of age, Jenna didn't want her daughter following the same path that she had followed and felt that sending Evelyn to the well known and prestigious school of Blackwell would give her a step up in life. As she adjusts on campus Evelyn has found herself making friends pretty easily. She has always been a fun loving person, so when people ask her if she would like to try something or do something she is not one to say no. Hopefully she doesn't get into too much trouble as her roots get more planted at the academy.




Dorm Room: Evelyn's dorm room is decorated with lots of hues of orange and blue. Her laptop is always on and running in her room, whether it be playing music or having the occasional notification from social media sites. The whole underside of her bed is lifted and used for storage of her clothes and school supplies. Besides a large tapestry on her wall, she doesn't really have any thing hanging on the wall. She doesn't like too much clutter in her room, and keeps it fairly clean. She is known to always have snacks in her mini fridge, so if you're looking for a sweet snack after curfew, she's a good friend to seek out.

Powers: Pungency:
The power to cause irritation from physical contact.
- Comes and goes depending on the weather.
- Focused on her hands and feet rather than entire body.


Elective Class: Programming Panel.

Activities: Swim Team. Brain Club.
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“Y'all need some help? I'm happy to lend a hand.”


O V E R V I E W

N A M E
Mia Salis.

A V A T A R
Mirage.

A G E
Twenty Seven.

G E N D E R
Female.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Considerate. Free Spirit. Stubborn. Family Oriented. Night Owl. Creative. Trust Issues.

Though Mia has had her share of trials and tribulations, she remains a fairly friendly and considerate person to everyone she meets. She considers her friends her family, and her family her life. She wants to have a big family one day, and thinks about it often. Sometimes a little too often. Yikes. Mia always sticks with what she believes in no matter what anyone has to say about it. She fights for what she wants, despite being wrong most of the time. She spends all of her nights awake playing video games or doing something creative, whether it doing old fashioned and traditional arts of drawing and painting or the more modern arts through computer and other means the world now had to offer.

B A C K G R O U N D
Mia was your typical girl next door. The Southern sweetheart teen growing up. The girl you wanted to take home to your momma by the third date. She lived in a relatively small town where everyone knew everyone and gossip was the only thing that was worth talking about. When she wasn't doing household chores, she was outside with her dark hair flying in the wind, her smile lines deeply carved into her sun kissed skin.

One day while painting outside, the storm clouds moved in quicker than usual. "Damn it." Mia growled, trying to grab her supplies without ruining her work. The sky rumbled with thunder, a huge lightening strike lit up the sky and the heavy rain started to pour. Mia looked up, and let out a huge laugh. This was life, and no matter how bad it got, she found happiness. Her teeth chattered as she quickly began walking back to the house her parents had raised her in, and she now owned.

That is when she met Keith. Keith had been the guy in high school where every girl within a 10 mile radius had a crush on, and there he was staring at Mia. "Need an umbrella miss?" he called from his porch, as if the heavens themselves had opened up and spoke through his perfectly shaped lips. Mia stopped and turned towards Keith. He had grown more handsome since high school and it was apparent as the blood raced to her cheeks that she had fell over the Keith curse. "Yes sir!" Mia called, biting her lip afterwards and shaking her head as he approached her with the umbrella.

"Yes sir!? I must look so stupid..." she thought to herself as he reached her, placing the umbrella over the two of them as he continued to walk her home. The silence was broken by his warm voice, "That is mighty pretty." he commented to the painting, and Mia was sold. They talked the whole walk home. He wouldn't stop making her laugh. Several bouquet of lilies, two movie dates, and three months later Keith was proposing with the biggest ring Mia had seen this side of the river.

Mia moved right in to Keith's home, and was the talk of the town for a few weeks. "What would he want with her?" they sneered between glances, as they walked by. Mia paid no notice, she was madly in love with Keith. The catch of the town, the muse behind the beautiful paintings she began producing and displaying all around the house. "What do you think of this one baby?" the woman would call from the room she had made into her studio. "Baby?" she'd call with no answer.

Keith wasn't home from work yet, late again for the 25th time that month. Mia's eyes looked up at the clock. The ticking was loud, invading every corner of the room. "He must be getting me something special this time, a gift maybe." she smiled speaking loudly over the sound of the clock, imagining Keith coming through the door with a huge present for her.

Keith never came home, and she never heard from the man again.

Rumor mills started as what exactly happened that night, but Mia knew that even the truth was not going to mend her broken heart that she felt. She quickly sold everything she owned that was not necessity, and left for the city. There, she bought a small studio apartment for herself where she began doing free lance art work for some of the upcoming companies. Pariah had been one of the web advertisements she had worked on briefly, not knowing much of the game. She was given a copy as a thank you for the job well done, and before Mia knew it she was making a character and getting involved in everything that had to do with the game.

It was her way of coping with the recent incidents, and it would quite rapidly change her life.


A T T R I B U T E S

R O L E
Ranger DPS

A F F I L A T I O N
DROX.

P R O F E S S I O N
Fletcher.

W E A P O N O F C H O I C E
Bow and Arrow.

Mirage's Bow came about during her own material gathering, trading, and crafting stage. It is a brown and grey bow with two very sharp points along the body in case of an unexpected melee attack. Pride in the details can be shown in the work of the bow, but it is clear that Mirage is wanting to upgrade to something better soon. She has been looking for materials as of lately, and doing odd favors for them.

B E N C H M A R K S


R O U G H V I R T U A L H I S T O R Y
New to such an environment, Mirage struggled and struggled to get the hang of her skills and weapon. Stubborn, she decided to stick with everything knowing that she could very easily change everything if she wanted to. The woman would not have it. She took it into her own hands to ask people within her affiliation for guidance and most if not all happily applied. Soon she was getting the hang of things and began to really flourish within her class and her new found profession. This profession was encouraged by another member who had seen her work and thought it was quite well done.

Despite her rough start, Mirage is really coming into herself and hopes to improve as time goes on.

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"Won't hesitate to go straight to your head like a concussion."


N A M E
Thuy Cecilia Pham.

N I C K N A M E
Cici.

Cecelia is her middle name (given to her by her mother) that she prefers to go by. She prefers this because for the most part people don't know how to pronounce her first name. She doesn't mind her friends calling her by her real name, but it usually means something serious is going down or about to go down. She sometimes think is it a good homage to her mother to keep the middle name active as well- which her father hates.

B I R T H D A T E
June, 9th. 1992.

A G E
Twenty Four.

G E N D E R
Female.

S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Single.

O C C U P A T I O N
Waitress at her father's restaurant.

H O M E T O W N
Fresno, California. USA.

New York City's unofficial "Little Saigon" is where she stays now.

E T H N I C I T Y
French Vietnamese

A P P E A R A N C E
Despite her ethnicity, Cecelia has bleached and re-bleached her natural black hair to a very platinum blonde. She has brown eyes, but prefers to wear a light blue/grey contact to cover up. Her skin tone is on the lighter spectrum but during the summer she can get a nice brown tone. She is very petite, standing at barely five feet tall and weighing around ninety seven pounds. Her constant chain smoking doesn't help her lack of appetite and belittlement from her father to "gain some weight"

Cecelia's clothing style is very urban and street and very comfortable. Though she can appreciate fashion she would rather be curled up in sweats and tee shirt than an outfit costing more than week's worth of paycheck. She loves bright colors, pinks and teals but often can be seen adorning black as well. Piercings are everywhere on Cecelia's body. Most of which were done by herself in her bathroom of her basement. Some of them have been healed over by now, but she can be often seen with her lips, nose, and ears covered in jewelry. Along with piercings she has over 20 tattoos ranging in sizes, value, and professionalism. One was done in jail that she is particularly proud of, and likes to say she was in murder- despite it being for a fifth act of public intoxication.

H A B I T S
▸ Leaving lighters in her friends cars, homes, purses, etc.
▸ Reading her horoscope for her and her friends online- daily.
▸ Chewing her nails down until they bleed when she's upset.

H O B B I E S
▸ Smoking, drinking, and partying.
▸ Watching really bad horror movies on Netflix.
▸ Snapchatting her friends pictures of her random body parts.

L I K E S
▸ Naps.
▸ When people actually want to talk on the phone.
▸ Hip hop and rap music- the louder the better.
▸ Tattoos and piercings.
▸ Shopping online.

D I S L I K E S
▸ Working at her father's restaurant.
▸ Living at home still.
▸ Being lectured by her family members.
▸ Texting for more than a few minutes.
▸ Long trips on the subway.

F E A R S
▸ Never finding someone to start a life with.
▸ Being abandoned.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Cecelia can sometimes be a hard person to read. She can appear cold and sometimes downright mean, her face in a constant state of "bitch" but as you get to talking to her, you'll quickly realize she is very down to Earth and just wants to have a good time. She can be very talkative to people she is close to, she isn't afraid to say exactly how she feels about a situation; so she usually one of the first people come to when they need a reality check in the scheme of things. Cici picks fights and plays dirty when she needs to. She is a ticking time bomb inside a teddy bear.

When at work and at home, the girl has a very more traditional position. A very complete opposite of the independent girl, she would be found grabbing beers for men, cooking, cleaning and being told to "come a little closer here baby" In most places, Cici would be swinging- but in these two places specifically she lets a lot of her morals and views get tucked under the rug. She knows it would cause a lot more problems if she were herself around these locations.

H I S T O R Y
Cecelia is the middle child, born to Thien and Simone Pham. She has one older sister (26) and one younger half brother (10). Thien and Simone met in college in California. Thien an American Vietnamese man and Simone a pretty little foreign exchange girl from France. The two had a whirlwind semester of college together, falling in love and having their first child. The two maintained a long distance relationship for about three years. Thien worked like crazy to bring her to America as often as possible, sending her home what always seemed like a pregnancy. Eventually this constant battle grew tiring and when Cecelia was born- Simone decided this was going to be the last trip back. "It's not you, it's me" she said, her voice low as Cecelia and her older sister had their heads pressed to their door as they listened to their parents fight. That was the last they heard from their mother.

Thien was heartbroken but not too damaged to find himself on a dating website. That was when he fell in love once more- this time with a Vietnamese woman. She told Thien that she had just inherited her family's restaurant and that if he came across the country to New York that she would bless him with a new wife and a son. Both blessings were filled, and the two sisters now in their teens along with their dad found themselves in the bustling city of New York taking on a restaurant and intertwining into a new family.

Cecelia has adjusted well to the new lifestyle, her sister has long since moved back to California and Cici doubts that she would take her sister's path but would like to get out of her father and step mother's house as soon as she can possibly get. She had been offered by several of her friends to stay with them but has not taken them up on the offer yet. For now she works full time at the restaurant and when she isn't working she is having the time of her life with her circle of friends that she considers her family.
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Samson Travis


What do you kids say? Do we have a deal? Let's take some souls.




Name:
Samson Travis


Age:
Eighty Three


Gender:
Male


Sexuality:
Heterosexual


Relationship Status:
Widowed


Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
No piercings or tattoos. Scar on abdomen from a hernia surgery.






Generous Stubborn Timely Insensitive


Skills:
Organized
People Person
Born Salesman
Completionist


Hometown:
Brooklyn, New York






Living Biography:
Samson and Helen had a love that was strong, steady, and true. The two were young high school sweethearts, and had to be married just as soon as Samson found the money to slip a ring on Helen's finger. Together they found the home that soon became Rising Sun. It was in a disheveled state when they first bought it but together with lots of elbow grease and patience the two made it shine. Year after year they had many students, numbers in the 50's the two worked as a team to make the youth of the time into upstanding citizens.

Raising everyone's children brought thoughts of having their own children. Time after time they tried but they did not conceive. Thinking that they might have something wrong, they took to a specialist. Both were healthy and young enough to have a child, the problem was all in their head. Trying once more, Helen finally became pregnant with her one and only son; Jack. Jack had been a tough pregnancy on Helen, she constantly felt ill, and was rushed to the hospital early with a premature child. As they raised the child up to show both the parents; the face that they saw caused them both to gasp in horror.

Their child was dead.

Tensions in the marriage became high. During this time Rising Sun classes dwindled down to small numbers of less than 20 children to a year. The drop in attendance caused money to be tight, but Helen fought for the school, she wanted to give a life to children that she could not give her own.

Helen's death was hard on Samson. Emotionally and physically he became weak, and his age was not helping him. Classes became smaller and smaller, and he knew that he would have to retire soon. Not wanting to leave the home he helped build from the ground up, he refused to go to a nursing home and brought in a caretaker. Though a bit snippy with one another sometime he cares for the boy and enjoys his company in the lonely over sized house.

Eventually death was in Samson's future, on his death bed he was given a deal. A deal with the grim reaper. The reaper told him that he was to be in charge of souls that just didn't make it over to the other side yet, and he would have to take the job of taking souls to the other side. At first this job was very daunting, it caused many morals to be broken and boundaries to be pushed.

However, after a few years Samson had a group of souls underneath him doing the job for him. He quickly was know as the Soul Taker. Fitting for his initials that he signed off every paper on. People would come to the old school house looking for the man, to kill off unwanted people or help save a suffering soul. Each case would be accepted, so that Samson could live on and keep the house him and his beloved once had.
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I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴜᴍ sɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴅᴇɪɴᴇ & ᴄᴏᴄᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴀ.



I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ sᴏ I ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴍ

|| NAME ||
Molly Rossi, nicknamed Momo by some.

|| GENDER ||
Female.

|| AGE ||
Sixteen.

|| GRADE ||
Twelfth

|| SEXUALITY ||
Heterosexual.

|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
Single.

|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
Molly is petite standing at exactly 5 feet tall and around 104 lbs. She has fair skin that she cakes in makeup when she wakes up for school, or left on from the previous night. She has doe eyes of brown, and originally brown hair to match. She prefers her hair blonde, because they supposedly have more fun. She has a scar along her thigh from where her skin got caught on a fence post. Her ears single lobed pierced. Molly has five tattoos: a cross on her arm, a tear drop on her finger, two fangs on her fingers, and a small star on her neck. All of them were done by a "friend" in her grandma's basement, thankfully they aren't too badly done.




I ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ

|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
Fun. Carefree. Outgoing. Irresponsible. Unreliable. Passionate.

Molly is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your food while she explains to you why she thinks it'd be a good idea for you to go to the movies with her that night to see some new horror flick- but she means well. She is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities (drinking, smoking, drug use) and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about or something that didn't really happen. Mo just wants the best for everyone and herself.

|| QUIRKS ||
Nightowl
Doesn't know how to ride a bike
Chews her nails when she is nervous
Always has a lighter not belonging to her in her backpack

|| HOBBIES ||
Smoking weed
Listening to music
Avoiding being grounded
Doodling on her legs with pen

|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
+ Art
+ Spending time with her friends
+ Dancing until her legs ache
+ Taking naps during all times of the day
+ Sending photos on snapchat of random body parts

- Carrying a purse or bag
- When people don't know how to relax
- Early mornings for school when she hasn't slept at all
- Hangovers that can't be cured with french fries or pizza
- Quadruple texting people when they don't respond fast enough


|| BIOGRAPHY ||
Molly is the only daughter of Nicole Rossi; a bar "musician" by night and a custodian at Delbrook Academy by day. Which is one of the many reasons why Molly attends Delbrook in the first place, for her mom to keep a watchful eye on her. Plus, because her grandmother's home is in the school district.

Having only lived with her overprotective mother and grandmother her whole life Molly tends to go wild whenever she can spare the time. This includes, smoking, drinking, and partying with other seniors and even college freshman when she is given the chance. Though these actions have given her a little bit of a reputation, she tries to remain under the radar in school- maintaining relatively average grades and even landing a spot on the varsity volleyball and dance team.





I ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴜɴ ɪɴ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴀᴍᴀ's ʙᴀsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
Dad - David Rossi - Unknown
Mom - Nicole Rossi - Musician/Janitor
Grandma - Linda Davis - Retired Teacher

|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||
The Rossi's live in a single family split home not too far from the school. Molly's grandma takes pride in the front yard and makes sure it's mowed, edged, and filled with flowers, often. The house has only two bedrooms, so Molly has to sleep on the couch in the basement. It's definitely a well used and worn home. It was kind of the only thing the two could do, after Molly's dad left.

|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
No car yet, walks to school or takes bus usually.

|| THEME SONG / FAVORITE SONG ||
Moments - Tove Lo
I'm not the prettiest you've ever seen
But I have my moments, I have my moments
Not the flawless one, I've never been
But I have my moments, I have my moments
I can get a little drunk, I get into all the don'ts
But on good days I am charming as fuck

|| EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES ||
Varsity volleyball team
Varsity dance team

Sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴀᴅ, sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ
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I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏ ᴅʀᴜɢs, I ʙᴇ ᴏꜰꜰ ʟɪǫᴜᴏʀ
Sᴏ ʟɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ, ꜰʟʏᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏ ɢɪʀʟ, ʙᴀʙʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ
Sᴇᴇ I ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ, ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʟᴍs ɪᴛᴄʜɪɴ'
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N A M E
Rae Daebremont. Rae. Rae Dae.

G E N D E R
Female.

A G E
Twenty Five.

A P P E A R A N C E
Rae is a young petite woman standing at around 5ft 2 and weighing less than 120 lbs. She is adorned currently with various shades of green dreads. She usually has dark black hair that she changes as often as her underwear. Not really but you get the picture. She has hazel almond shaped eyes. She wears bright colors and urban wear very often. Her ears are pierced once on each lobe, and tends to wear hoops or playful costume earrings. She prefers to keep herself well manicured and pedicured and gets her nails done every weekend. You gotta look fresh in the game if you're trying to get some where.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Lewd. Rude. Attitude.

Rae has a loud mouth and knows how to have a good time. She doesn't have much thought about other people's feelings or opinions but only if you get on her bad side. If you're her friend she will be the first to swing to stick up for you, and be at your door with your favorite food and drink when you're feeling bad. Having her reputation in the music industry has given her some pretty interesting press, but she tries to encourage her fans and followers to follow your dreams and do what your heart desires.

Things that she find herself at advantage of in life are: Being fun, energetic and very sociable. She makes friends easily and is always willing to talk to someone new. She's not afraid to try new things, and definitely not afraid to try them again, and again. Unfortunately, Rae tends to become addicted to the new things she enjoys, causing issues in the ever changing and upgrading world. She is easily angered and gets in physical and vocal fights very often. She has a bad reputation, and she knows it.

B I O G R A P H Y
Born and raised on the southside of Earth's Chicago, Rae had an urban and lower class upraising. Her father was a mechanic and her mother worked as a waitress at one of the bars in town. She is the only daughter and the youngest of three. Despite a few hurdles for the family a long the way- they ultimately gave their children well rounded lives, giving them a fair chance at education, work, and fun. Whilst spending a summer working as a dish washer, Rae decided to go up during one of the karaoke nights and take some stress off and began singing. It wasn't the best, but it was good enough for some of the drunk patrons to clap and even cheer.

Not one of Rae's brightest moments.

However, it did spark a bit of interest in the young woman to get interested in the music business. She had made plenty of friends in high school that made mix tapes and had small (granted poorly made) recording studios in their homes. Every few weekends she'd get invited to feature on a track or two as a singer or hook for a song that someone else was doing. It was a pretty good gig; and got to make good friends and enjoy some other aspects of that life while she was doing it.

It was during one summer a few years ago that Rae featured on a track uploaded to the cybersystem that went viral and started off Rae's career with a bang. She began branching off from her old group and began producing her own sound, and putting it out there for the web. It wasn't until recently that was invited upon the Superbia to perform during some of the events. So she decided to start seeing if the real world would have a love for her as well as the niche of online fans she had formed.
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I never lie because I don't fear anyone. You only lie when you' re afraid.


Name:
Ivy Drogato

Alias:
Venus

Age:
You are never supposed to ask a lady her age, but if you must know- 32.

Position
She once was the wife of Ulric Drogato, now she's a lackey of sorts for Corvi.

Speciality:
Like her previous husband, Ivy specializes in the hustle of vices. You want it, she's got it.

Personality:
Protective. Classy. Selfish. Independent. Loyal. Alcoholic.

History:
Growing up in the neighboring city, Ivy never once had dreams outside her quiet life. Her father humbly made a living as a door to door salesman, and her mother spent her time raising Ivy and her several siblings. It wasn't until Ivy was sixteen years old that she met the man she would at one time call her husband, her love. He was different than most boys, he had goals, ambitions, and plans. Despite her mother's warnings, the two would sneak away to their own hiding place and talk to one another until the sun went down and rose the next day. When he smiled, it gave her heart a reason to beat. When he spoke, her ears only had reason to listen to his voice. When he held her, she knew not what a life without him was.

If you couldn't guess, it wasn't long before the two were wed. Alas Ivy's husband did not see how life in their current town could give them a better chance. Sure, he was happy here with his bride, but he wanted more for them. He wanted more. Within months, the two were packed up and in Otropolis. Hand in hand, they looked upon their new home and wept. Dreams came true here, their life together started here. It wasn't long before Ivy was swept into the arms of an older gentleman wearing a fedora, "Ivy, this is my father." Ulric said in his soft tongue, "He left my mother many years ago to come to Otropolis searching for a better life, and he really has found it. Trust me my love, we have a real life here." Ivy's petite body was put down as she stared into the spitting image of her own husband. How could a man leave his wife for this dirty place? She wondered, concerned and puzzled all at one time. She didn't say much about the matter, just nodded and followed her husband's lead her slender hand once again wrapped tightly around his.

Years passed as the family name became larger, Ivy's first son; Jonas was born. She was obsessed with the small boy, giving him everything he could ask for, but also giving him a strict guidance as not to spoil him. It was clear he was his father's son, and as Jonas grew, the two would often be seen leaving early in the morning and never coming back. It was just a bond Ivy could never obtain; a relation between father and son. However, she knew he was in good hands, and didn't think much of it. It wasn't until 18 years later at the funeral of her only son that everything that they were doing to this city came into full swing. This time was very hard on them all, but it was the hardest on their marriage. Ulric was sad to see his wife go, but even more angry to eventually find out that she was now apart of the Corvi family. The two have been in contact since, but her loyalty has been changed ever since the incident.


Power:
Plant manipulation: Causes different feelings based on pollen exposure.

Theme Song:
CAZZETTE - She Wants Me Dead
Woke up this morning with a gun to my head
Brotha' should have told me she want me dead
Without a warning, not a clue, without a sound
In your house, out of bounds, but remember you can't hide
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"You burnt my bag of dino nuggets and I feel like that's a personal attack."




Full Name|
Barbara Jane Mills.


Nickname|
Babs by her friends. BJ by her enemies.


Gender|
Female


Age|
Twenty Three


Birthday|
June Seventeeth. Gemini. Yikes.


Sexuality|
Heterosexual, but has been known to kiss a girl or two.


Job/Education|
Photography major at WCC. Cashier at the convenience store.


Room Number|
Room 4B


How long have you been staying in Suncrest?|
A little over a year.






About


Appearance|
Barbara is petite, standing at around Five foot three and weighing anywhere from one hundred twenty to one hundred twenty five pounds. She doesn't work out too often, but does a lot of walking and heavy lifting at work. She also does some dancing on the weekends which helps burn off the calories of the fast food she mostly eats. Babs has sandy brown hair and light blue eyes, she hates her nose but wouldn't go as far as having plastic surgery to "fix" it. Her clothing style is very much comfort over fashion. She will be mostly seen around with plain sweaters, shirts, jeans, leggings, and sometimes on a special occasion a dress or two. She loves her Timberlands- being originally from New York she has several pair and considers them a staple in any outfit. Barbara doesn't have any predominant scars or markings across her fair skinned body. She has a single pierced lobe on each side of her head and no tattoos as of yet. She plans to get one when she can save up the money for it after finishing school this summer.


Interests|
Eye for the details: Barbara loves photography as well as traditional art, she is currently majoring in Photography at the community college. She loves to draw and paint and thinks that everyone should have at least some type of creative outlet in their life.

My girl likes to part all the time: Young, dumb, and full of cu- communication! Barbara is a social butterfly. She is outgoing and makes friends pretty easily wherever she goes. She loves to go party and drink whenever she doesn't have a late night shift.

City living: Originally from Brooklyn, New York- Barbara has a love and yearning for the city life. She loves to be on the move and in the midst of whatever is going on. If she isn't invited to go somewhere and finds out about it, she will be disappointed and upset about it for months on end. She won't let you live it down, and will remind you of this any time she has a chance.


Fears|
Creepy Crawlies: Like most people, Barbara has a fear of bugs, rodents, and some reptiles. She doesn't mind looking at them from afar but after seeing a few cockroach too many- the girl decided enough is enough and wants nothing to do with any of them. She is adamant about killing them on sight and has no remorse.

You shall not pass: Failure is a big fear and constant worry of Barbara. Though her personality would dictate that she is having a good time and her smile would say she is happy she is a constant battle within herself that she isn't doing what she needs to be doing. She decided to do major in photography because of it being her passion but she knows her mother wouldn't be the proudest of her decisions.


Personality|
Easily Manipulated. Friendly. Outgoing. Caring. Stubborn.

Babs is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. She is usually the first one to greet you and the last to tell you goodbye. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your meal while she talks to you but she means well, she cares. Barbara is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about. She wants the best for everyone and herself. However, once a seed is planted in her head or heart to put you as a bad guy, it will take a lot of energy and convincing for her to think otherwise.






History


Biography|
Barbara Jane Mills was conceived in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her parents had both been on their honeymoon with their respected spouses and ended up banging each other's brains out behind Caesar's Palace, or was it a Little Caesar's pizza? Either way, the two lovebirds had put their last relationships in the past and began the whirlwind that was Brian and Diane. A couple years had gone by but as soon as the big P word slipped from doctor's mouth, Bab's father had said he had other places to be- and thanks for the good time, it was fun. He even left a "Get well soon" card on the dresser, with about nine dollars in singles.

Diane now was dumbfounded, pregnant, and all alone. She went online and met Franklin Moore(Frank), an older gentleman who was in need of a wife and had a bit of cash to spend. Work was all that Frank knew, work and the bottom of the liquor bottle. The bottles that came each and every paycheck. Despite his addiction, he climbed the ladder and got lucky with a few well known law cases. So Diane decided to leave sin city and try to find a better life with rich man Frank in Brooklyn, New York. She didn't find any greener grass, but when Barbara was born she did find out what happiness was again. The two lived in Frank's apartment, growing up together and experiencing what life had to offer without the absence of material goods.

Growing up was smooth sailing for Babs. She was well rounded, liked by most people and an average student. She eventually left home in Brooklyn and came to Washington DC, to go to college and start off her own life. She has been in and out of apartment buildings for awhile until she finally settled in Suncrest and has been working and commuting back and forth to school for the last year and a half.


A Memory|
"You talking about pizza like, you don't think I know about pizza?"

The Brooklyn raised girl retorted to her coworker as they sat together at lunch that afternoon. A look of disbelief on her face, but in a playful way. "I was raised in Brooklyn, I know about pizza. It's in the freaking water." she commented, as her coworker laughed. "Barbara you're ridiculous." she said as the two giggled. Babs continued to fold in half and eat her slice of pepperoni pizza that she had got from one of the heaters in the convenience store. It was not a very good slice but it would suffice until she could eat later. She thought about what she was going to make for dinner that night for her friends and her. It was coming up on their first anniversary of all meeting one another; which was exciting for her. For them.

She reached to her phone that sat on the table, sending a group text to them while she thought about it.

Cant wait to see u looooosers. I love you. Ttyl


Sending she looked up to her co-worker. The two exchanged friendly smiles, continuing their lunch as normal without many more words spoken between them. After finishing her pizza, she wiped her hands with an napkin and tossed the paper plate they had given her in the trash. Crumbling the greasy used napkin along with it. She went back to the table and grabbed her cellphone and walked back to her cash register where she would start again on her so called job. After a few hours of this she clocked out and went home.


Struggles|
Brian Mills: Brian Mills is Barbara's estranged father that left her mother when she was pregnant. Barbara doesn't let this effect her day to day life but she has always been interested in the man that he was, and who he became, and why he left in the first place. She would be very interested in finding and speaking to him one day. It would help her fill in the gaps of missing parts of herself.

Pill Popping: With the partying came the drinking, and with the drinking came the drugs. Barbara is known to go a little overboard sometime when it comes to these things and has a couple occasions where she wasn't sure if she was going to wake up the next day. She doesn't let her friends know about her problem, but wouldn't be surprised if they had an inclination of what was happening when she'd lock herself in her apartment for a few days after a night out on the town.


Family|
Father: Brian Mills: Unknown.
Step Father: Franklin Moore: Lawyer.
Mother: Diane Moore: Housewife.
Siblings: None that she is aware of.





Theme Song:
Dej Loaf - Back Up
If I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress me
Don't be blowin' up my phone and don't be leavin' voice messages
Sayin' "I can do you right, do you better than your exes"


Extras:
Can't drive. Snores. Allergic to cats.
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I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴘɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙs ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ
ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀs ʜɪᴍsᴇʟꜰ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ.




Name:
Gretal Krause

Alias/Nickname:
Greta by most.

Tale:
Hansel & Gretal.

Physical Age:
Early thirties.

Actual Age:
Way over an age you should be asking any lady. (700+)

Height/Weight:
Greta is five foot six and weighs just a bit over one hundred and twenty pounds.

Gender:
Female.

Physical Appearance and Attire:
Gretal is a mature woman with grey eyes and natural brown hair that she dyes blonde. She read that men of this world think blondes aren't as smart so she thought she would add insult to injury as she outsmarts them all. Her body is toned and she considers herself very athletic. Greta's clothing style is very business casual. She enjoys looking well manicured and put together. It is rare to see her without her hair, make up and nails done. She believes first impressions are every thing and if you're not well put together than your life must be a reflection of the same.






Personality:
Independent. Superficial. Creative. Workaholic. Intelligent.

Background:
Gretal was born a few seconds earlier than her twin brother Hansel. Something she would never let him forget. The two were always together, through thick and thin. Despite their very hard life. Their father was a woodcutter and their mother had died giving birth to them. Their father reminded Gretal often that she was the spitting image of her mother- which brought the young girl a sense of joy and pride. Their father not very long after had decided to remarry to a very miserable woman. Their stepmother; who wanted nothing more than to get rid of the two children as fast as she could.

Gretal remembers vividly her brother climbing into her bed the night their stepmother had threatened to send them away into the forest for eating too much of the family's food. His hand was full of pebbles of various sizes and colors. Gretal thought he was crazy, but he reminded her that he would not let anything bad happen to her. Ever. She trusted him with entire innocent heart. When the next day came, Hansel did as he had promised, and left a trail of pebbles that they could follow home.

So they did just that.

Once again after the twins returned their stepmother threatened and followed through with the abandonment in the forest. Hansel was unable to collect pebbles that night as their stepmother had locked the door keeping them inside in their bedrooms. The two decided to use the bread crumbs that morning from their breakfast. The birds of the forest didn't know any better as they picked up the only way home for these two young children.

The twins wandered through the forest, until they came across a large and ornate gingerbread house. Tired and desperate, they ate from the house without any second thought. An old lady appeared almost suddenly and told the children that they would have all they desired and more if they followed her inside. The twins did not have much of a choice, but they regretted it by the next morning when the old lady's offer did an entire turn around. Gretal had became the hag's servant and her brother was now captive and was going to be used as a meal!

Gretal doesn't like to talk about what happened or how she saved her brother and got rid of the old lady for good. It happened and it what was needed to be done. Taking all the riches that bitch had was the nicest thing the two could do after she had treated them like that. Since that moment back at the gingerbread house Gretal lost the innocence and sweet nature that the young girl had once had. Even as the two found their way back to their mourning father- Gretal took no pity on the man. She left him a small bit of jewels and a note that said, "You did this to yourself, and you deserve the pain that you have." It was cruel, but Greta firmly believed that if you did something wrong you deserve what you have coming to you.

Since the Exodus, Gretal has opened a bakery and sweets shop named "G' Whiz." She had taken the book from the Witch and uses the book to make delicious but also very addicting treats. This is so Tales and other city residents from near and far come to get a taste, and can't stop coming back. The shop is a front for Hansel's bounty hunting business and also a great source of extra income for the twins. She vows to never let her or her brother go hungry or poor ever again so long as she lives.






Skills and Abilities:
- Has mastered cooking/baking.
- Is a good shot with a gun, but will admit to Hansel being better.
- Like Hansel; has a sense of telecommunication "twin sense" with her brother.

Starting Items/Trinkets:
- A registered hand gun, pink.
- The witch's book of potions, curses, and oddly enough recipes.

Weaknesses and Flaws:
- Tends to be ignorant of others.
- Feels that she needs to take every thing in her own hands.
- Has a hard time making friends because she can be so judgmental and cold.

Other:
- Has a daughter that she gave up for adoption. She would like to find her someday.
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Tʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏɴᴇ
Tʜᴇ sᴀʟᴛ, ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴘs ɪɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴇs ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴋɪɴ
I ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʟᴜᴇ sᴇᴀ
I ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʟᴜᴇ



Name
Nhia Kuevere


Birthday & Age
Summer. Twenty-One


Height & Weight
Five Foot Five. One Hundred and Ten Pounds.


Dreads & Eyes
Blonde Hair. Blue Eyes.


Personality
Reckless. Charming. Secretive. Bold. Carefree.

Nhia from an outsider's point of view might be seen as a free spirit and a reckless one at that. If the world wasn't a water filled wasteland she may have been seen in the water regardless. People that she have encountered have stated that she is quite charming, but on the other hand so are the angler fish that dwell down below. Some of her quirks include: Eating sunflowers seeds and biting her lower lip when she's thinking about something. Nhia can be heard humming or or whistling when she's in a cheerful or happy mood.


Equipment
- Cloth bag
- A few broken mason jars
- Rope made with human hair


Boat/Ship/Home
Nhia and Akkon's house boat has an octagon shape with a small shanty shack on the back for protection from the elements and to store some of their more valuable or treasured items. It is a close tight fit for both of them but it has just enough space to not be stepping on one another's toes. They have divided off a place on the side to cook and prepare food. It was done originally to try to keep it relatively sanitized, but over time that has become less of their worries.


Goals
Short Term Goals: Nhia's husband's (Akkon) younger brother was very ill a few months ago. The two had brought the younger boy of only ten years old to an atoll that was rumored to have a very skilled doctor aboard. They paid a hefty sum to have him looked at and helped, but when they woke up the next morning- both the doctor and Akkon's younger brother had vanished. The two have been searching for his brother for a couple months now with a little to no leads of where he has gone. They would love to be reunited and soon.

Personal Goals: To find a better way of living for her husband and her so they can have a family and live without such worry and stress. Dry land would be a miracle, but a safe atoll would be more realistic. She hasn't lived a life without being with water so she doesn't know if she could quite adapt to anything else quite yet.
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Gᴏʟᴅꜰɪsʜ ʜᴀs sɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴏɴ




"Oʜ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ (U/N), I'ᴍ sᴏ ɢʟᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ. Lᴇᴛ's ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ. Wʜᴀᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ? Fɪʀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ."
Gloria Wallace.

"Aʜ, I sᴇᴇ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?"
Twenty years old, I will be twenty one very soon though.

"Hᴍᴍ...Tʜɪs ɪs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ?"
Both boys and girls are interesting to me, but I've yet to have a significant other.

"Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴏʀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ?"
I am a young girl- no, woman.

"Wʜᴀᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ?"
I am an online musician.

"Hᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ?"
Simple. Kind. Bored Quickly. Soft Spoken. Virtuoso. Easily Manipulated.

"Hᴏᴡ ᴛᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? Hᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɪɢʜ?"
Short, and round. I'm 5ft and 175lbs.

"Wʜᴀᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ?"
Orange is my favorite color

"Wʜᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ?"
Someone similar in my style of life. I don't like drama or meticulous things. I get bored with people easily if they try too hard or not hard enough. If I can share my feelings with you, you already are half way there- I don't let people in very often.

"Tʜɪs ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴋɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇssᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sᴛᴜᴅʏ sᴏ I'ᴅ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀ ᴀɴ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ. Kɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ sᴀꜰᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ/ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs? Aɴʏ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀs?"
I don't think I have anything very debilitating. Does depression count or does everyone have that today? When I started gaining weight in middle school during my development I had a hard time keeping it off and it kept with me. My self esteem went with it, a long with my ability to do too much physical activity without feeling exhausted.

"Wʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀᴍɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜰᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ?"
Rhythm and music games are fun, but I like roleplaying too.

"Sʜᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ."
I belong to a lower middle class family in the depths of the city. Both of my parents work for a company as telemarketers. You've probably talked to them before while ordering whatever it was they sell. I never bothered to ask what they did, and my parents really never bothered to tell me. They just shove money my way, and in turn I spend it.

Creating music, gaming, friends, family, and finding love are of some importance.

In that exact order.

Creating music has been a source of joy for me ever since I was a small child. My parents have downloaded tons of musical history within my inner chip, things that most people her age had never even heard of, and would honestly find quite odd. As I grew older, I took that knowledge I had acquired and in turn started to create my own music. I didn't share any of these creations with anyone until recently.


"Yᴏᴜʀ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs?"
I have good hearing, from my musical practices. I'm sturdy, and don't overthink things. I'm very trustworthy and blunt. You will never have to worry about back stabbing or anything mischievous with me around.

"Yᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs?"
Unfortunately I am not very physically strong, and am easily manipulated. I fear that I will not be taken seriously in my passions. I fear that my appearance will deter my chances in love. I can't pay attention to things very long either, I'm already bored of taking your survey.

"Wʜᴀᴛ ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs?"
Usually some type of bard character, healing or dps. Whatever.

"Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀɪɴ ʙʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɢᴀᴍᴇ?"
I want to get to close to someone who isn't put off by my stone facade.

"Is ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ I ᴍɪssᴇᴅ?"
My username is Goldfish because I have one sitting next to my computer. He's been dead awhile.
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Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴀʟʟs, ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢʀᴏᴡs.
Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ
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Name:
Bambi

Alias/Nickname:
Barbara Jane Mills. Babs to some. BJ to others.

Tale:
Bambi: A life in the woods.

Physical Age:
Twenty One.

Actual Age:
Almost 100 years old.

Height/Weight:
A little bit over five feet tall, and weighs around one hundred and three pounds.

Gender:
Female

Physical Appearance and Attire:
Barbara is a petite young woman with sandy brown hair and blue eyes. Freckles are sprinkled across her cheeks and nose and most of her peach body. She is not too concerned with physical appearances, keeping put together but not necessarily well manicured. Her hair is usually wild and unruly and if she breaks a nail or two she isn't too concerned about it. As far as clothing goes, she keeps her tones very earthy and neutral. You will see her in black, grey, beige, and tones of green. She does not feel ashamed or afraid of her new human body so she often wears things that others might consider "revealing" but she is never trashy. A natural beauty.






Personality:
Skittish. Nimble. Emotionally Withdrawn Unless Feeling Safe. Inconsistent. Curious.


Background:
"Bambi was a roe deer fawn born in a thicket to a young doe in late spring one year. Over the course of the summer, her mother taught her about the various inhabitants of the forest and the ways deer live. When she felt Bambi was old enough, she took her daughter to the meadow- which she came quickly to learn that it was both a wonderful but dangerous place."

Why?

It leaves the deer exposed and in the open.

Not much really had changed when Bambi came to the big city. Sure, she got a real job, a roof over her head, and a human nice make over thanks to Tale produced potions; alas no matter if you're in the meadow or city that exposed feeling never goes away. Bambi at first found the city to be absolutely terrifying, she often locked herself into her apartment for days on end, staring out the window with vacant eyes as the lights traveled by. "Oh..fuck me." she would sigh as the bills upon bills piled upon her kitchen table. The office that helped out Tales never could help her with her bills either; she was on her own for that. Many times she was threatened to be sent back to the homeland for non-compliance, but she always managed to slip on by from biting the bullet.

Unlike her mother.

Eventually Bambi traveled out a little more each day, becoming familiar with her settings. Though, when news of someone being shot would play on her television set (either in movies or in the news) Bambi regressed back into her hermit ways, until she could feel she could travel once again. It was a long and painful process. However, as crime became less and less in the city (or so Bambi thought when she lost her cable from not paying the bills), Bambi traveled out into the real world as Barbara Greene: florist specialist assistant. As she built her resume up a little bit, she discovered she had quite the talent for growing things, and began slipping into a 'city' way of like, and began selling drugs to both humans and other Tales alike.






Skills and Abilities:
- Speed and agility.
- Motherly; knows how to take care of things.
- Knowledge and expertise of nature related things; growing, identifying.


Starting Items/Trinkets:
- A small anklet that has a pair of antlers on it.
- A booklet of pressed flowers from the meadow.


Weaknesses and Flaws:
- Can be childish.
- Physically not very big or strong.
- Terrible at meeting new people and socializing without serious trust issues.
- Tends to be a little overly curious and asks inappropriate questions that shouldn't be asked.


Other:
- Has yet to feel twitterpated since she's come to the city.
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