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World Breakers

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Afework

Name: Afework "Afe" Bello
Age: 13
Appearance:
Afe stands at 5 foot 5 and appears to be in good shape for his age. His hair is bright blond and often swept back. His eyes are a deep blue and he bears a scar just above his right eye that crosses his eyebrow. He often wears his sleevless jacket whenever he can. The jacket has the words "Wild Boys" written shoddily on the back in red paint, the name of his former 'Gang', the name of which they got from a 'Duran Duran' song. He three various necklaces at almost all times, each representing someone he was unable to save from death.
Personality:
Afe can best be described as a 'smart alec'. He is often disrespectful to members of authority and often makes jokes, no matter how unfunny they are. He is quick to have 'banter' with just about anyone he meets. Anyone unfamiliar with the playful insulting known as banter could take this the wrong way, of course, to which Afe simply just does not care.
Personal History:
Born in South Africa to two very poor parents, Afe has never had an easy life. He had to steal and do various jobs from a young age in order to help support his family. He attended school once or twice, but was uneducated for the most part of his life. He and his family scraped by on what they could all accumulate together, but it was hardly a healthy life.

Raiders attacked Afe's village when he was about 8. They began taking children as soldiers, Afe wasn't so easily taken. His parents put up a fight, a small one at that. They had no proper weaponry and after getting a quick punch to the first raider they were quickly gunned down in the street. Afe was taken against his will, but not before he vowed revenge.

He stayed under the command of the Raiders until he was about 10. They had taught him how to use weaponry by that point and he was confident enough in his abilities to ensure that his plan would work. He began raising a small operation right under the noses of the raiders. He convinced the other child soldiers that had been captured with him to rise up against their captors at the same time and escape.

The plan worked perfectly, and it was the first time that Afe had ever used his powers. It seems in the heat of the action, his emotions took over and truly unlocked his powers, enabling him to teleport and increasing his body's capacities.

He led the small brigand of child soldiers for about a year after that. They made their base in the remnant of Afe's old village and anyone who came to oppose them were quickly dealt with by Afe himself. His operations were noticed rather quickly though, and his brigand was split up in one fell swoop when a representative of the 'World Breakers' came to forcefully force him to join them.

This was just after his 12th birthday, and he had been in training ever since then, having only been let out onto the field recently. He often remarks that the only good thing to come from his 'abduction' was his newfound obsession with the music of 'Billy Idol' soon after being picked up.
Power: Teleportation
Specializations: Agility/Power
Subspecialization: Endurance
Weakness: Strength

FEAR The Walking Dead: Survival.

Set Trachtenberg
Mikveh Israel Cemetery

Set stood in front of the rather ordinary headstone, clutching a necklace and a bouquet of pink carnations. His hat and cane lay at the side of the grave and he seemed to have no trouble standing without said cane. His thoughts drifted back to his past, Vietnam, meeting his wife, having their daughter and of course, his wife's eventual death. He stood for a few more moments before sighing and laying down the bouquet at the foot of the headstone. He picked up his hat and cane while shoving the necklace into his jacket pocket. He made his way back to his car and started the engine, but didn't start moving quite yet. His eyes drifted across the street, a favourite shop of his wifes sat, staring at him like a challenge. His eyes narrowed as he turned the ignition off and got out of his car.

Set entered 'Starbucks' looking about as out of place as a toaster on a fence post. He swept his long black jacket back and reached into his pocket before pulling his wallet out of said pocket. He eyed the menu that was stationed above the counter before making his decision. He gave a courtesy smile to the young, pimpled attendant, a courtesy that was not repaid.
"An earl gray tea please" Spoke, Set. The attendant went through the usual speil before getting him his order. Set paid and began drinking it as he exited the establishment. To him it had too much of a 'hipster' feel to it, he certainly didn't get what his wife saw in the place. After his first sip his face turned to a small scowl, he leaned against a pillar inside the shop and pulled out his small, old mobile phone. He punched in a few numbers before raising the phone to his ear and talking.
"Hila, It's your father, I'm in that Moonbucks place and let me tell you-" He took another sip. "Oy gevalt is this bad" He could hear his daughter laughing on the other side of the phone.
"You need to get with the times, dad!" She spoke "Not everything can be made with as much time and effort as you make it, it is a fast-food shop after all."
"Would it kill them to put a little more citrus in it though?" Another laugh came from the other side of the phone.
"Dad, I've got to go pick, Sophia up from school, speak to you later ok?"
"Alright, bubbala, give my love to Sophia."
"And stop using those old Yiddish phrases! This isn't the Torah for Pete's sake!" Set laughed a little before closing over his phone and exiting the shop. He sidestepped a young trucker as he left the shop and got into his car.

Home
Set laid his cane down on the table next to his chair. He leaned over to his right and fiddled with the record player for a while before finally getting it to work. The music of 'Gilbert O'Sullivan' began to echo throughout his house. Namely 'Matrimony', Set's favourite song. He picked todays newspaper up from beside his cane and began to read, sipping the 'disgusting' tea as he did. He had longed for a hobby since his wife had died. He had tried out stamp collecting, kite flying and even trainspotting. But all of them had been too boring, and the third one had involved too much 'Irvine Welsh' literature. Nevertheless, he remained content in his small, boring life.

Heroes: Chrysalis (Always Open)

Sorry, I'm dropping out of this because I keep playing Phantom Pain too much and havent had time to write my CS outside of that.

Heroes: Chrysalis (Always Open)

Interested, this is just a placeholder.

Fruitbat

Name: Shane Gallagher
Nicknames: Fruitbat
Gender: Male
Age:25
Place of Origin: Barna, Connemara, Ireland
Occupation: Owns a chip shop, has wanted to get a band together for years but keeps punching anyone who agrees with him.
Known EVO Abilities:
Teleportation:
Stage One:
Shane is able to teleport distances within sight of up to 30 feet away. This cannot be behind a wall but could be the space above and over the wall in order for Shane to fall behind said wall.
Psychological Profile & History:
Shane was born in Barna, Ireland to a businessman father and a housewife mother. Shane's father was often out on business, and had little time other than a week during the school holidays to visit his family. As a result, Shane grew up largely without a father and had to make do with what father figures he did have. Unfortunately this was his uncle Dan.

Uncle Dan was a known criminal with a major anger problem. He often got into fights at his local pub and was majorly involved with a local gang who would often be picked up by the police sooner or later. Dan's main problem with people was that he hated anyone who didn't speak Gaelic as fluently as he did. Suffice to say, he joined the IRA later in his life.

As a result of this father figure, Shane was a problematic child growing up. He'd often get into fights at school and would visit his favourite place, the chippy, regularly after school, much to his mothers disdain. His father had big news just after, Shane's sixteenth birthday though. The company had finally recognized his work and were relocating him to America to operate there. Both of Shane's parents were ecstatic, Shane not so much. From what his uncle Dan had told him, Americans were all fat loud and annoying. Quite ironic considering who had told him it.

Nevertheless, Shane had very little voice in the matter and was forced to move to the US.
First Known Manifestation (If applicable):
Additional Info:

QUIX Universe - Claychester

~Around one Year Previous~
Joe sat with his feet up on the dashboard of his delivery ship. He ran a comb through his hair as he watched a small television broadcasting some gameshow from Galganon III which involved a rather unhealthy amount of lava and a lot of questions about something that was essentially space cheese. The hand without the comb in it was flipping a pen inbetween Joe's fingers. Boredom was rife upon his one-man ship to say the least.

Joe rose from his chair, tossing both the pen and the comb on the dashboard and making his way to the cargo bay of the ship. He threw the tarp off the bike when he reached it. It was a beauty to say the least. Some rich teenager had gotten his dad to buy it for him for his birthday without even knowing the true story of the bike. It was a renowned racing bike, used by the famous racer 'Gip Bruter' in his sand marathon against 'Braethor Huskin'. Of course, to an Earthling this would all sound like gobbledy gook, but to Joe it was his favourite sport. He ran his hand along the bike before throwing the tarp back over it, sighing and returning to his seat at the front of the ship.

The quiz show had long since switched to informercials and it seemed, Joe had little to do, but sleep. He switched off the tv and put his feet on the dashboard while resting his hands on his stomach. He stared at the vast emptiness of space for a while, before his eyes began to flutter and he fell asleep. After about 15 minutes of proper REM sleep disaster struck. Joe's hand fell onto the console and slapped the button to change course before sliding down to the warp drive key. Unbeknownst to, Joe, he had just set co-ordinates for earth at a speed much higher than he had ever anticipated.

A few hours later and Joe awoke to see flames engulfing the front of his ship. He was crashing through Earth's atmosphere and down onto the hard land that would inevitably spell his doom unless he got to safety. He leaped from his chair, sending it spinning as he sprinted to the cargo bay. Dynamo-Corp took much better care of its cargo than it did its workers, and in accordance with these ideals, the cargo bay would lock after any sign of danger. Joe of course knew this, but had not planned ahead in case of an emergency. He started hammering random codes into the keypad by the door. After 3 tries it simply displayed the words "locked" and Joe was unable to work the keypad anymore. He began biting his finger nails and hopping from foot to foot. He could feel the ship getting warmer as it plunged further towards Earth. He turned back to the keypad and ripped it from its place on the wall. He reached his hands into the wall and began connecting wires in a seemingly random order. As if he had meant it to happen, this worked and the door slid open. He threw himself into the room and the door quickly slid shut behind him. Joe slumped against the motorbike as the ship plummeted to Earth.

Present Day
Joe wrestled with his hair as he tried to fashion it into his signature pompadour. He swaggered out of his bathroom, putting on his letterman jacket as he did. The apartment he lived in looked quite nice when Overwatch Twelve had first placed him in it, but since then it had become messy and awkward with all the clothes and whatnot strewn across the floor. Joe had meant to clean the place, but had been preoccupied with important things such as video games and television.

He left his house with the intention of finding some crime to stop, which was much easier said than done these days. To tell the truth, the heroes had been on top of their game and every supervillain that came along was quickly dispatched before they did too much damage. Deep down, Joe actually wished for some sort of challenge to come his way, he was in no way an exceptional fighter, but something that got his blood racing every once in a while was much appreciated. Plus he had a bunch of one-liners memorized in his head for various obscure occasions.

Joe stuck his earphones in and began to wander. Claychester was a big place, and Joe didn't entirely know his way around the place as much as he probably should have. As a result, he often got lost which was what he had done today. He had made his way to the poorer part of town and essentially went down various alleys and streets and had strangely ended up in some sort of park. Joe sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He wandered into the park, smoke drifting off behind him as he walked. He found a seat next to what seemed like some sort of homeless wizard. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Excuse me, you don't happen to know where I am do you?"

FEAR The Walking Dead: Survival.

Set Trachtenberg

Name: Set Trachtenberg

Age: 76

Gender: Male

Family:
Marie Trachtenberg - Wife - Deceased prior to outbreak.
Hila Ellis - Daughter - Living in the deep south, unknown if alive.
Johnathan Ellis - Son in law - Living with Hila, unknown if alive.
Sophia Ellis - Granddaughter - Living with Hila and Johnathan, unknown if alive.

Personality:
-Cautious
-Talkative
-Stubborn
-Inquisitive

Bio:
Set had a rigid upbringing under his religion of Judaism. He was drafted into the Vietnam war at the age of 20 and quickly rose through the ranks because of his quick thinking and skill. He met his wife shortly after his service in the war ended, and they married after a year of knowing each other. They had their daughter when they were both around 32 and raised her to the best of their ability. Set's wife died of skin cancer in the late 90s, something which he has yet to properly recover from.

Job Before The Outbreak: Former soldier - Stock broker

Disability/Fear: Obviously his age can be considered a disadvantage as his eyesight and skills are not as sharpened as they once were. Along with this, Set is far sighted and needs glasses to properly see anything close up.

Weapon of Choice:
-Set's cane doubles as a sword, something which he purchased after being mugged in the late 80s.

-A hammer

-Some sort of rifle(later on in the RP)

FEAR The Walking Dead: Survival.

Set Trachtenberg

Name: Set Trachtenberg

Age: 76

Gender: Male

Family:
Marie Trachtenberg - Wife - Deceased prior to outbreak.
Hila Trachtenberg - Daughter - Living in the deep south, unknown if alive.

Personality:
-Cautious
-Talkative
-Stubborn
-Inquisitive

Bio:
Set had a rigid upbringing under his religion of Judaism. He was drafted into the Vietnam war at the age of 20 and quickly rose through the ranks because of his quick thinking and skill. He met his wife shortly after his service in the war ended, and they married after a year of knowing each other. They had their daughter when they were both around 32 and raised her to the best of their ability. Set's wife died of skin cancer in the late 90s, something which he has yet to properly recover from.

Job Before The Outbreak: Former soldier - Stock broker

Disability/Fear: Obviously his age can be considered a disadvantage as his eyesight and skills are not as sharpened as they once were. Along with this, Set is far sighted and needs glasses to properly see anything close up.

Weapon of Choice:
-Set's cane doubles as a sword, something which he purchased after being mugged in the late 80s.

-A hammer

-Some sort of rifle(later on in the RP)

FEAR The Walking Dead: Survival.

Interested, will get app up soon.

World Building Project

Sorry, Im dropping out of this.

QUIX Universe - Main Hub

ey, where are my Claychester bros at?