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Kieran O'Connor - We're Just Trying To Make It (Jan. 26, 2017-Feb. 13, 2017)

Kieran O'Connor

_{"If you're not happy with my opinion, you can take off, eh?"}

N A M E
Kieran Vincent O'Connor

N I C K N A M E
K.O.

B I R T H D A T E
December 7, 1990

A G E
26

G E N D E R
Male

S E X U A L I T Y
Straight

R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Single, so if ya know someone, hey, let me know.

O C C U P A T I O N
Freelance Hockey Analyst

H O M E T O W N
Harbour Grace, Newfoundland, Canada

E T H N I C I T Y
Caucasian (Irish with a hint of Norwegian)

A P P E A R A N C E
Being an ex-athlete, Kieran still looks the part. At 6'3", 220lbs, his body has maintained most of its shape from his playing days, but he has started slacking a little more lately so the muscles aren't as well defined now. Kieran avoided most of the shots to the face, so he still looks presentable, and he'll usually look the part on air, with an assortment of Islander blue suits and ties. He prefers to keep it casual outside of work though, favoring jeans, open shirts with tees underneath and a dark toque (woolen cap). He does wear a pair of dogtags, in honor of his neighbor and childhood friend.

H A B I T S

• Will occasionally lose his train of thought, as a by-product of one too many hits on the ice.
• Is prone to rants, which is what makes him an attractive on-air personality.
• Still eats like he's an active athlete, so a lot of food, more than he probably needs.

H O B B I E S

• Working out
• Watching hockey, both live and on TV
• Karaoke

L I K E S

• New York Islanders hockey
• Molson Canadian beer
• Soccer
• Alternative Rock of the 2000s
• Video games

D I S L I K E S

• New York Rangers hockey
• Poodles
• Bryan Adams
• Coffee
• Very long sliences

F E A R S

• Bears
• Sharks

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Growing up in the rural part of Newfoundland has given Kieran an appreciation for taking things slow, but in the end it wasn't really for him. He likes the ability to do any number of things in one day, which was only possible after a long car ride back home. He likes to be out with people, doing things. He had enough hanging out alone back home.

Kieran has always been an easygoing person. Growing up constantly surrounded by a team atmosphere, he was usually the calm presence among his fellow athletes. On the ice, he played as ferociously as anyone. He earned his nickname in his freshman season with Bentley after taking down junior enforcer J.P. Smolinski of Robert Morris in his first ever Atlantic Hockey scrap. He will fight for his team tooth and nail, he's that loyal once on board.

Since the end of his first career, it's been a tough adjustment for Kieran, but he's managed. His creative side has become more prominent now that he's trying to use it to make a name for himself. Sometimes he can be hard on himself, his vocabulary seemingly lacking behind other writers at his level, his quotes crisper. However, he's going to keep fighting and working at it. No other way to do it in his eyes.

H I S T O R Y
The kid was as Canadian as a Tim Horton's donut covered in maple syrup. It was clear from an early age. From the second Patrick and Maryse O'Connor brought their youngest to Harbour Grace Arena for his first skate, Kieran showed he had a natural talent for gliding along the ice. As such, his parents invested all their spare cash in letting their blond-haired boy pursue his dream of following Danny Cleary from the island to the NHL.

Kieran was good. By the time he was eligible for the QMJHL entry draft, he was far and away the best player in Harbour Grace. However in a town of 3,000, that doesn't amount to much in the big scheme of things. He was picked in the 12th round by Charlottetown, attended one training camp and was cut soon after. Discouraged, he kept plugging away on the Rock, hoping to get noticed by someone, until late in his senior year at high school, he was offered a scholarship to Bentley University in Waltham, Massachusetts. NCAA Hockey was in the cards.

He was unknown to most of his teammates until the fight against Smolinski earned his moniker. He plugged away at Bentley, making the All-Atlantic team in his final season as he earned a Communications degree. This caught the eye of the New York Islanders, who signed him to an entry league deal and sent him to the third-tier ECHL team in Independence, Missouri. However, tragedy struck in his fourth game with the Mavericks as he was driven head-first into the boards by Idaho's Andrew Carroll. He felt all right, but a CAT scan a couple days later showed a problem with his C1 vertabrae. The doctors told Kieran the hit should have paralyzed him, and next time he likely wouldn't be as lucky. Devastated, Kieran announced his retirement that October.

The Islanders organization was shocked, but looked after the newly-retired prospect. They offered him a job with the website, writing articles on the team, and Kieran did well for the season he was there, but his contract wasn't renewed. He stayed in Brooklyn though, picking up local writing jobs in Brooklyn in the hopes that eventually he would land something more stable and lucrative, possibly with a network. It's not the dream he started with but it's one he hopes is more achievable, lest he had back to Newfoundland with nothing to show for all those youth trophies he obtained.

Link: Here

Meadow University (Feb. 13, 2020 - Sept. 21, 2020)

Name

Kieran David O'Connor

Nicknames

K.O (on the ice), Kiki (to VERY close friends)

Age

21

Gender

Male

Year

Junior year, still draft-eligible

Reason of Admission

Athletic Scholarship for Hockey

Major

Journalism, with a focus on sports / Communications

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Heartthrob Jock

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown | Long | Usually worn down, but he claims to have brought the manbun to Newfoundland, so he will wear it up in that style from time to time.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 6'3"
• Body Type: Athletic build, especially in the legs thanks to a lifetime of skating.
• Clothing Style: As an athlete, Kieran is expected to maintain a sense of style at the rink, so he has a couple of fine suits that he will wear on game days to look presentable. However, his preferred casual clothes consist primarily of jeans, both torn and untorn, open button-up shirts with t-shirts on underneath and a toque (wool cap) that will be worn to protect his hair from the elements. He wears a pair of dogtags in honor of his childhood friend and neighbor.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Nothing can mark that perfect body. Not yet, anyway.

Personality Traits

Growing up in the rural part of Newfoundland has given Kieran an appreciation for taking things slow, but in the end it wasn't really for him. He likes the ability to do any number of things in one day, which was only possible after a long car ride back home. He likes to be out with people, doing things. He had enough hanging out alone back home.

Kieran has always been an easygoing person. Growing up constantly surrounded by a team atmosphere, he is usually the calm presence among his fellow athletes. On the ice, he plays as ferociously as anyone. He earned his nickname in his freshman season with Meadow after taking down junior enforcer J.P. Smolinski of Robert Morris in his first-ever scrap. He will fight for his team tooth and nail, he's that loyal once on board. It's a trait he carries with him off the eye, usually willing to stick up for anyone he considers a friend.

Upbringing Synopsis

Kieran O'Connor born in Harbour Grace, Newfoundland and Labrador, and it was clear from an early age the kid was as Canadian as a Tim Horton's donut covered in maple syrup. From the second Patrick and Maryse O'Connor brought their youngest to Harbour Grace Arena for his first skate, Kieran showed he had a natural talent for gliding along the ice. As such, his parents invested all their spare cash in letting their boy pursue his dream of following Danny Cleary from the island to the NHL.

He was head and shoulders above the other kids in Harbour Grace and was a stand out even in the larger St. John's league. However, that still didn't amount to much and he wasn't drafted until the 10th round of the 2016 QMJHL draft by Blainville-Boisbriand. Not content to move to Quebec, Kieran didn't report to camp and instead decided the NCAA route would be the best way to reach then pros. His grades were so good that he had multiple offers from the States, but his parents insisted on education first and Kieran made his way to the top-tier Meadow University in 2018.

Kieran maintained an open-dorm policy when he got to university and it served him well, landing some solid friends and a couple eventual future roommates. He still is dreaming of that NHL contract so he can put the Rock back on the professional hockey map given the dearth of talent that has managed to stay in the big leagues.

Family

Father: Patrick O'Connor - 52 - Fisherman - FC: Alan Doyle
Mother: Maryse O'Connor - 48 - Director, Harbour Grace Tourism Board - FC: Natasha Henstridge
Oldest Sister: Caitlin O'Connor - 27 - Manager, Hertz Rent-A-Car, Toronto Bloor Street location - FC: Nicole Power
Older Sister: Hannah O'Connor - 24 - Junior Crime Reporter, The St. John's Telegram - FC: Sara Canning

Misc.

Brock O'Hurn | 87b5eb
- So I need another rom-com? Um... Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist?

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Sierra Shilton - Pokemon: The Alola Chronicles (Jan. 5, 2017-Feb. 14, 2017)

Sierra Shilton

Name: Sierra Shilton
Age: 19

Appearance: Sierra stands 5'11", with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She usually wears her hair down, kept in place with a headband that wraps around the back to form a bow.

Her outfit usually conforms to colder weather, as she spent a lot of time around the Ice Path. However, in preparation for Alola, she has shed the heavy sweaters for the tank tops she usually wore underneath, usually pastel colors. They would be combined with a pair of black or white shorts, depending on the color. She is looking forward to adding to her wardrobe while on the islands.

Personality/Motivation: Sierra is a contrarian. Growing up back home, she was expected to follow the path over everyone else, and she rejected it in favor of something different. Even if it doesn't work out, she won't abandon a path she's started. That's why even when her first ticket to Alola was for a boat that had been discontinued, she kept working until she got a ticket for one that was in operation.

That being said, she does trust some people, but they really have to earn it. Otherwise she remains cold and distant. Avoid stereotypes, too. She doesn't appreciate being considered a dumb blonde.

History: Sierra was born in Blackthorn City, Johto, to a family who were a part of the clan that surrounded the dragon shrine the city was known for. She was the youngest of five kids, three older sisters and one older brother, and they treated her as such. All the hand-me-downs, all the last picks at dinner, all the keep-aways. It sucked.

The youngest Shilton didn't even want a Pokemon at first. It would just be another thing her family held over her. All with strong Dratini or Seadra, so she decided not to follow them into the Dragon's Den. She didn't want to be a trainer.

That only served to further isolate herself from her family as the elder Shiltons all but disowned the supposed black sheep. remained in her room most of the time, reading and researching on her computer for her education, until one day she was talking to a friend in Unova who she usually confided in, and they asked a simple question:

"Why resign yourself to avoiding your family's shadow when you can eclipse them?"

She knew what she had to do.

Sierra went to the Ice Cave to the north of Blackthorn and went looking for the kind of Pokemon that would take her family down a peg, and she found one. A Swinub that appeared relatively frisky compared to the others. Definitely liked her snacks. She caught it and brought it home, intent on challenging her way through the family.

The fourth oldest, Stacy, wiped the floor with Sierra's Swinub. Seadra had a field day.

Disgraced, Sierra left Blackthorn for Olivine, intent on heading for Unova, until the recently changed immigration laws made things difficult. She instead headed for Alola, intent on changing her fortune when it came to Pokemon.

Current Team

Current Team:

Swinub (Romano)

Ability: Snow Cloak / Hidden Ability: Thick Fat

Moveset: Powder Snow / Tackle / Mud Sport / Ancient Power (Egg Move)

Romano was caught one floor down in the Ice Path outside Blackthorn. He's a very laid-back Pokemon, preferring to wait out what Sierra or others are doing before acting, but once he acts, he goes all out, much like his trainer. The Pokemon also enjoys meal time a great deal, attacking whatever food is placed in front of him with gusto. He's yet to find food he doesn't like.

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Nataly Andrade - Elementals: The Scarred World (July 5, 2015-March 4, 2016

Name: Nataly Andrade

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Mastery: Hydromancer
Specialty: Blizzard

Rank: Adept

Appearance:

Picture Form

Nataly is 5'7" and is a slight 116 lbs. Her northern roots show in her pale skin, contrasting with ice blue hair. The hair is cut short, left at about shoulder length and her have bangs bound with purple bands. She has eyes are deeper blue than her hair, and what could be considered a "cute" complexion.

People are surprised by Nataly's slender frame because her robes are huge. They billow out from the sides and are bulky with fluff to protect from the cold that she conjures. Contrary to her skills, underneath the robes she dresses rather revealingly, to help deal with the heat of the southern lands the Academy sit on (relatively speaking). She has a pendant with a cut piece of blue amber on it that she'll often pull out to help her focus when conjuring up her icy magics.

Equipment: Why carry weapons when concealable and untraceable ones can be crafted out of ice?

Demeanor: Nataly has been rather bubbly as of late. The prospect of finally getting promoted from Adept to Weaver has lifted her spirits in recent months, and has seen a surge in her production in classes as well as her kindness towards her fellow Hydros. You do not want to get on her bad side though. If ever wronged in any way, it's not possible for Nataly to just let it go.

History: The Andrades welcomed young Nataly into the family during a nasty blizzard in the Far Northern town of Cartaquilla, which serves as the main port for the Kingdom of Gran Helada. That might have served as a premonition for Nataly's future, but blizzards were a regular facet of life in the frozen lands. For Falco, a fisherman by trade, and Yoreli, a stay-at-home mother, the first daughter in the family after three boys was a welcome change and they doted the young girl from the moment she was placed in the buffered crib.

The first sign that Nataly might be special in more ways than one manifested when she was eleven. Yoreli opened the door to Nataly's room one morning to find the girl playing in a layer of snow, a icy replica of her brother Jaime standing guard as she made snow angels. Yoreli scolded the child for leaving the window open and letting all the snow in but the window was closed, revealing the sunny day that Cartaquilla had been blessed with. As Yoreli looked up she could see the sprinkles of snowflakes falling from the ceiling, then dropped down to her daughter, still happily waving her arms without a care in the world.

This revelation was met with fear and seclusion for Nataly, as Yoreli did her best to hide the witchcraft her daughter perpetrated. Falco paid no mind, usually out on trawling expeditions but Yoreli kept Nataly's powers a secret from her husband and he maintained a loving bond with his child. However, the snow that Nataly so willingly embraced would prove to be her father's downfall. Twelve hours after he left Cartaquilla on a day hunt for crab, one of the worst blizzards in a century struck. It paralyzed the region and trapped all seabound ships for days while the ice raged on. Worry grew with each passing day, and the prospect of Falco returning was fading. It got to the point that on the third day, Yoreli came out into the snow, searching for her sixteen year old daughter only to find Nataly standing in her pyjamas, tears frozen to her face, desperately trying to bend the snow away to open a path for her father to come back. She failed.

Without Falco, Yoreli tried to look for other paths to taking care of her children. She learned about the Academy for people with Nataly's talents, so the girl was sent packing at age 17 for the far south. Nataly was slow to progress off the bat. She still was upset about her father and did not want to conjure up the substance that took him away in her mind, but eventually the icy walls tumbled down and she was starting to get the hang of controlling her gifts. She finally passed her Adept exam at 23, and has been working hard to try and progress up the ranks. Nataly wants to get to the point where she could control the snowstorms of her hometown and at least make sure other kids don't have to lose their parents like she did.

Link: Here

Meadow University

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As Kieran stormed towards the exits, he didn't expect to be stopped. Certainly not via the cutesy tap to the shoulder, and if anyone was going to do that, he didn't expect it to be anyone other than Lottie. Maybe Mac if she was feeling good about herself. Definitely not... whoever this person was. He didn't recognize her instantly. The sunglasses weren't helping matters.

Apparently she didn't know him either. Not judging from that introduction, it was clear. She knew what sport he played at least, but that wasn't going to be a tough ask of anyone who got a look at the hockey hair. But the blonde was going to speak for the water fountains since they had no voice, and say that Kieran should have a healthier method of releasing the anger he felt over the absolute bullshit situation that the entire class was put into.

It was also a little weird, to be honest. There were things clarified that did not need to be clarified. But she was offering somewhere to be that wasn't steaming mad on the way out to the apartment, because hell if Kieran was going to stick around until 1pm for his first class with this useless cloud hanging over him.

"I guess it'll be a lot easier than finding more things to scupper," he admitted. Looking back at the still-running water fountain was making him thirsty. "But I'm definitely not the musician in the family. That'd be my older sister. So fair warning, if you're offering me a drum set, I'm not going to be any kind of Neil Peart on there. Also, you can call me Kieran, since that's probably easier than "random hockey guy who's name starts with K."

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Meadow University

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So what are you gonna do, Jade?

Usually the answer to that question was a simple one. Go for a run. Go kick the ball around. Go chop some asparagus. This time, there was no easy solution. That was troubling for Ms. Scott.

She could try and talk to Joey. She could look for the neon pixie and try to figure out just what happened on the lake shore on the weekend. Figure out what it meant. But that would be a long, potentially awkward conversation.

She could try and talk to Lottie. She could look for the ace and try to figure out what the deal was between her and Joey and what the status actually was between the two roommates. But that would be a definitely awkward conversation. Plus, Joey seemed pretty adamant that Lottie not be involved in any sort of discussion.

She could try to talk to Kieran. ...Actually no. Screw that. Kieran is a dick. Talking to him is not in the cards.

So what could she do?

She could stop sulking in the bathroom, that's for sure. That seemed like a good first step.

At least that's something.

The soccer star finally lifted herself from the counter in the bathroom and looked at herself. All right, stop hiding and get out there. With renewed purpose, Jade finally exited the bathroom she had ducked into. She still didn't know what that purpose was for though.

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Maya Hajsafi, aka AtomiK - Corrected and Connected (Feb. 27, 2015-Sept. 26, 2015

Character Sheet:

Name:
Hajsafi, Maya

Alias in the DgtWld:
Atomik

Age:
24

Important Stuff

Average Appearance:


Corrector Appearance:


Theme Music:
Because of course she has a theme.

Weapon of Choice:

Handheld Beat Cannon

Fashioned as something resembling a pistol with a base speaker on top of it, this heavy pistol is designed to fire a concentrated and consistent pulse of sound at a target up to 100 feet away. The pulse overloads the audio sensory connection of someone's MChip, turning whatever they might here into a cacophony of painful noise that renders people unable to function properly (one victim could swear they heard the word "Friday" over and over again). These pulses can permeate most headphones but they are a bit clunky, which leaves Atomik unable to do much in close combat. They also can't rapid fire large pulses, so if someone is able to move and gets around an initial mega blast, that leaves Atomik vulnerable as well.

There are different settings on the guns allowing for Atomik to customize how much and what kind of damage the guns do. Odd numbers are used for solo targets while even numbers are used for multiple targets. 1-4 solely focus on audio warfare with 1-2 being used for letting the sweet soothing sounds massage and heal a teammate or herself and 3-4 are not so kind inflicting damage upon miscreant's ears and brains. 5-6 fire a steady pulse that will flow against a target much like a stream or river. 7 deals a large concussive blast to try and take a target out of commission and end a fight, although it's at this point where Atomik starts to lose total control of the cannon. The dial on the cannon is able to be cranked up to 11, but so far Atomik hasn't had the need to go beyond 7. She's a little worried about what might happen in the higher numbers.

Cell Phone:

Personality:

• +Intelligent: Given the amount of time Maya has spent in the DgtWld prior to being a connector, he is very well versed in how it works and any exploits that might be available.
• -Unmotivated: As such, Maya is adverse to doing any kind of work, so he prefers to do as little as possible. If anyone is going to do a job, Maya is more than happy to let them do it for him.
• +Defender: Given the way he has been treated in his life, watching or hearing someone being ostracized for no good reasons is a sore spot for Maya and will inspire him to act. If anyone is being ignored or bullied, Maya will step in immediately on their behalf to fight for them.
• -Naive: Given his lack of social interactions in the real world, sarcasm is something of a foreign concept to Maya. So is deceit. If something sounds plausible, Maya will believe it, and combining that with his need to defended the "downtrodden" can get him in a lot of trouble.
• +Upbeat: In contrast to his real life mannerisms, Maya actually feels so at home in DgtWld that he sheds the introverted shell that he has cultivated offline and becomes completely relaxed and optimistic, more in tune with his current avatar.
• +Loyal: Once he gets to know someone, Maya will back them wholeheartedly into whatever situation they may face, as long as it doesn't interfere with his previous tenets of not picking on the "weak gazelle" so to speak, or if he can find someone to do the actual work aspect of whatever needs to be done to follow.

Time With Tokyo Sector: Joined as a trainee Corrector in 2018, been in Tokyo since the start of his career.

Background:
Maya is the only son of an Iranian immigrant father and a Japanese mother. He was born and raised in Niigata, while both his parents worked for a telecommunications company. His father was an electrician who moved post-Revolution and worked his way up the ladder of the union while maintaining a strict paternal structure in the home that when combined with his mother's cold passive attitude meant a very tough and rigid childhood for Maya. School wasn't much better. Lacking the immigrant populations of Tokyo and Nagoya, Maya's half-Iranian heritage made him stand out among his peers and he was a ripe target for bullying.

This constant belittlement in all aspects of life made Maya very timid and quick to withdraw in the growing online world at a young age. He refused to take out his frustrations on other people though, even when putting bullets into brains when playing popular online games. Instead he let himself get lost in whatever he was doing online at the time, music and visuals carrying him away from Mehdi's fiery anger over his slightly imperfect grades, and Ayame's indignant stare at his few successes. Even in school, when Ono Kenji slammed him against the fence every day for a month straight after accidentally scuffing his shoe, that anger and hatred washed away while Maya was lost in the online world.

When the DgtWld system was first gaining steam in Japan and the U.S., Maya was quick to hop onto the phenomenon. He saved for a few months to get one of the first MChips implanted and took to the virtual reality like a monkey to a hot spring. At first it was just a few secluded trips to his own private island to get away from it all and listen to music, but he started spending more and more time in the DgtWld. He was so enthralled by the potential this technology had, of being able to leave the physical plane behind and transport yourself anywhere you wanted your music to take you that he dedicated his studies towards making sure he could be able to contribute to such a beautiful achievement of modern science. This newfound dedication seemed to please his parents as well, so they let Maya continue on this course. Of course they didn't know Maya would do so well that he would be drafted to the Correctors squad. Not even Maya believed it at first, but once he got confirmation, he was thrilled to be able to have a more in depth role in protecting the world...as long as it didn't interfere with his time in virtual Antigua.

Given the lack of a base in his hometown, Maya was assigned to the Tokyo unit, able to leave Niigata for the first time. However upon arrival, he was subjected to the same kind of harassment he thought he had escaped a while ago, and the first avatar he was presented with prior to gaining the access to creating his own was that of a teenage girl. It was a big laugh among the senior connectors but on his first few trips into the DgtWld in this avatar, Maya wasn't getting stared at. He wasn't getting called a terrorist. He felt...normal. And it felt good. It felt liberating. So liberating that he kept the avatar even after getting clearance to change, only tweaking certain aspects to better fit the weaponry that he decided to outfit Atomik with when she first came into being. Besides, if no one was supposed to know about his role, it made sense to Maya for his avatar to be as far opposite from his true identity as possible. Despite the personal growth that has come with his time as a Corrector, Maya is still seen as a social outcast in the real world. He is known to his neighbors in the small Aoyama District flat for being a shut-off student training for his certification as a network administrator and technician, when in reality, he's just waiting for the next opportunity to get back into the DgtWld and make what he sees to be a bigger impact.

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Reika - Avatar: The Dark Age (Dec. 30, 2014-Jan. 19, 2015

Name: Reika
Age: 20
Gender: Female

Appearance: Reika has a classical beauty to her that only heightens her inflated perception of herself. The girl stands 5'10" and weighs 139lbs, not much of it is muscle, but it is proportioned in all the right places, giving her body a nice set of curves. Reika has light brown skin, almost looking like a deep tan, but it's purely natural. Her face is sharp, with angled cheekbones, a small nose and mouth that purses easily when deriding someone, and heavily lidded icy blue eyes that sparkle when she's in a good mood. Her collarbone-length black hair is worn straight except for her bangs, which are swept to the right side of her face and held in place with a clip featuring a jade-color stone carved in a similar manner to the betrothal necklaces worn in the past by Northern Water Brides (worn ironically, of course). She has a pair of blue streaks in her bangs as well, making the swept hair stand out when framing her face.

Reika has adapted to Republic City culture and her usual attire reflects that. She wears a black hooded cloak that looks like the top half of a jacket complete with sleeves, held in place with a number of snaps, but it only covers to the top of her chest. Below that she rotates tank top shirts, usually blue to match the streaks in her hair. Reika sticks to jean shorts under it as well as a pair of black leather heeled boots that reach up to an inch below her knee and covered with the same kind of straps that are present on her cloak.

Abilities: Reika comes from a water bending heritage and it shows. She prefers to focus on the brutal forces of her homeland, specializing in ice attacks that recreate the harshest conditions people would face down there. She can attack with pure water perfectly fine, but Reika loves flash freezing and swarming her opponents with a barrage of shearing shards and snow to freeze them in their place. She doesn't focus much on defence, but can conjure an ice wall if need be in a pinch. Her Tai Chi movements are quicker than the average waterbender, allowing her to get attacks off faster, but it's not by much.

Her physical attacks are nothing to write home about. Reika spent so much time bending she never bothered to really build any kind of muscle mass or anything. If she really gets in trouble or needs to do anything on the down low, Reika's counting on having her weapon handy and being able to get off a quick slice to allow for escape/death.

Equipment and Bionics: Reika carries a antique knife made by her grandfather as her main physical weapon, eschewing most guns. (Who needs metal bullets when you have ice bullets?) It's a serrated blade lined with dolphin piranha teeth that is capable of piercing into flesh and bone with ease. She bought a cheap wireless phone in Republic City, but other than that has no electronics on her person.

Personality: Reika is a cocky brat, that's for sure. Due to her self-presumed lineage and birthday, she believes she was destined to be the Avatar, and as such she'll look down on many other benders. She likes to show off her talents with any opportunity, picking stuff off of shelves with ice balls and catching them. She has a tendency to be somewhat condescending to people she considers less talented than her, and will snipe remarks at people without provocation. Compliments are only paid upon receiving a plate of food from Narook's.

Handling criticism isn't a strong point of Reika's. She was so good at a young age she never really learned how to deal with it when it came and as such her usual response is to insult the person harsher than she got. Between this combative attitude towards supposed betters and her rude attitude towards lessers, Reika has become a rather closed off person, and although she won't admit it in public, it has left her feeling rather alone. Too bad she's not willing to change her attitudes at this time to fix that. The Stormcrows are doing a fine enough job at the moment.

Backstory: Reika was born and raised in the Southern Water tribe lands, shortly after the passing of her dear Great Aunt twice removed Korra. Reika was raised by her single mother Koloka, who only told her daughter that her father "was a commander in the United Forces who visited the South Pole on leave to reconnect with his roots." This oblique fact combined with the aptitude she showed with water bending at a young age had Reika convinced she was of the same lineage as Korra and was destined to be the new Avatar. Reika believed she had air bending down pat when she was able to make her ice crystals fly towards targets with pinpoint accuracy, since ice had to be totally carried by the air right? She spend her childhood training as if that was the case. She aced her ice dodging trial with flying colors, sailing right into the face of one chunk and passing by unscathed, earning the Mark of the Brave for her efforts.

Still, as time passed and no aptitude for fire or earth bending seemed to manifest itself, Reika reasoned that a land of ice, wind and snow was not conductive to those talents and at 18 she packed her bag left the South Pole for Republic City, eager to find someone to teach her the ways of the flames and dirt to make her complete in her own mind. It was not successful, as most people just laughed her off, dismissing her as "a wannabe Korra." Anyone who did this got cold feet about any further interaction with Reika in a hurry. She did find one group that weren't laughing when she demonstrated her talents and quickly told them what good taste they had. That's how she joined up with the Stormcrows organization and helped prepare for the operation they were about to embark on.

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"Diamond" Daryna Makarenko - Welcome to Billboardsville! An Action-y Crime RP (May 6, 2014-Jan. 5, 2015)

Name: "Diamond" Daryna Makarenko
Age: 20
Gender: Female

Appearance: Daryna looks like exactly what you expect when you pay for a woman through the mail. She had a fit body, skinny but properly endowed. She stands 5'10", with shoulder blade length golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes that have regained some sparkle during her time in America. There is a tattoo on her left shoulder opposite her heart of the Ukrainian trident coat of arms.

Her ears both have blue diamond earrings studded in, and she has a silver chain with a white diamond dangling on it. She's usually wearing a sky blue sleeveless v-cut t-shirt that ends above her navel, a pair of blue jeans accessorized with a tan leather belt complete with silver belt bucket with a sky blue stone in the center of the engraved flower, and black pumps that cost more then her parent's house ($400).

Personality: Initially shy and frightened when she arrived in Billboardsville, Daryna has blossomed into a very confident woman about town. She is not afraid to show off her wealth, hence her nickname, and any attempts to extract extra money from her have been met with some solid boots to the head. Despite her still heavily accented and sometimes still fractured English, she has the ability to turn on the charm when needed, and can often play like that lost little girl she was a few years ago. While thankful for the opportunity to have made something of herself, inside she is still driven by the desire to have her revenge on those who took her from her homeland and brought her here. While the money is fun to splash about and gives off a nice cover image, in the end, it is a means to her goal.

Special Talent(s): She's got that really sexy accent, legs as strong as steel and a fair amount of cash. Other then that, nothing really special.

Biography: Daryna was born in Rovenky, Ukraine, the daughter of a miner and a homemaker and the oldest of three children. Her family was poor, but her father raised her and her two brothers as best he could. Sadly he wasn't that good at it. She still enjoyed her life in her country, and she spent a lot of time playing soccer outside with the other children, but when he wasn't down in the mines, her father was always out at the taverns, drinking and gambling away whatever money they had. Then, in one night, he gambled away his daughter.

When she was 16, two men came to the tiny house, saying that Viktor had bet Daryna with three jacks and lost it to a 10 high straight. Daryna protested and tried to fight the burly goons, but there wasn't much resistance her family could put up. She was held in a storage facility across the border on the outskirts of Rostov, and finally sold to Dmitry Bashkirov, a lower level lieutenant with the Russian gang in Billboardsville.

The marriage certificate was signed C.o.D., with Daryna's signature forged. Daryna only found this out upon arrival and Dmitry strong armed her down to his apartment on the waterfront. He brought her out onto the balcony and promised to treat her right and show her America offered her more then her previous life. Then he proceeded to throw her down on the sun chair and forcefully try to consummate the marriage. Daryna protested but Dmitry was having none of it. Then Daryna found a new variation of football to play. The boot to the nuts was so forceful, Dmitry tumbled backwards, falling off the balcony and plunging 14 stories down, crashing on top of a cotton candy cart.

When the cops came, Daryna tried to explain what happened but Ukrainian mixed with fragments of English was no way to properly explain things. The cops made their own conclusions: that Dmitri was drunk and fell off. Much less paperwork. And as his newly minted wife, Daryna inherited everything: the waterfront property, his bank account, his car, everything. The Russians weren't happy with Dmitry's folly, but there wasn't much they could do. Daryna put them at ease for the moment, but she did that to cover up her true desire: to get revenge on the Russians for kidnapping her and shipping her away against her will. She's spent the past four years building up her connections in the city, investing in a couple of businesses and spending Dmitry's cash to give herself the lifestyle she always thought she deserved, while still training and plotting to eliminate the Russians for good.

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Ryder and Riva Davis (Riva created by SkyeNeko) - Conduits: An Infamous RP (Feb. 16, 2014, RP never started)

Ryder Davis

Name: Ryder Davis

DUP Codename: Black Ice

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Appearance: Ryder stands 5'9", a bit annoying but it helps him remain unnoticed most of the time. He only packs 155 pounds onto that frame, trying to build some muscle, but it's just not sticking. His skin is brown, like his sister, and his hair is black, in a short afro cut that extends an inch from his scalp. It's not well kept, there are points sticking out of it, but it's still in relatively the same shape. His eyes are light brown, but it's hard to tell, since he always has a pair of sunglasses on. The style changes since he's constantly losing and stealing new pairs, but they remain on his face. It also hides the fact that while using his powers, they turn powder blue.

His usual outfit consists of a black Orlando Magic or Detroit Tigers t-shirt under a ocean blue hooded sweatshirt that is zipped up when out in public, and unzipped in the company of those he trusts. He has a pair of black jeans, a brown leather belt, and a pair of blue and black Nike Lebron Xs. He also has a silver chain that that comes down to the top of his t-shirt.

Personality: Given the treatment that conduits have been receiving at the hands of those in power, Ryder has developed a misanthropic approach to life. Before his abilities were discovered, he was relatively passive with his hatred, just cursing his luck at some of the events, but now he shows outright contempt with his lack of moral standards. He merely sees what he does as a means to survive in a world that allows the DUP to have such power over his life.

The one soft spot is for his sister Riva, the only family he has left in his mind. Despite her immaturity and violent outbursts, he still loves her with every inch of his heart, using the space usually reserved for most other things and would do anything for her. That's why he remains by her side. That being said, it's his fault his sister usually gets away with whatever she wants, since he doesn't do anything to stop it.

Biography: Ryder was born and raised in Lakeland, Florida, the first out of four children to Roger and Rhonda Davis, a prominent couple of Baptist preachers in the city. For the twelve years of his life, everything was ideal for the Davises. Their family was growing at a rate that would make Jesus proud as Rayshawn, Riva and eventually Renita were born. While Rayshawn was more like a friendly competitor in the family, always after Roger and Rita's attention, and Renita was born while he was 11 and thus off his radar somewhat, he was fiercely protective of his sister Riva.

The events of the plague were something of little consequence at the time to Ryder. After the plague spread across the nation though, Riva startled him one day when she was able to produce a flame out of thin air. It was cool looking though, and it turned about to be a secret between the two siblings until she got cocky. When the curtains went up in flames though, that was the breaking point. The Davises were horrified that their little girl was producing hellfire and decided to start a new tradition: the family exorcism.

Between the water and the belt, it was always brutal, and everyone had to attend, save the relatively newborn Renita. As his parents started beating and torturing his sister, Ryder could not contain the anger at what they were doing. She did nothing wrong, aside from not being able to control fire as a 9 year old. If his parents were servants of God, what kind of God would allow this sort of thing to happen? Eventually, he had enough. One night, he woke Riva up and got her to pack a bag. Then with the keys to the family minivan in hand, he took off. A recent growth spurt gave him just enough height to see over the dashboard, and after Riva was settled in, they began driving along US 27, to get away from it all.

Highway driving proved easier then Gran Turismo led him to believe, even with the stops to deal with Riva's crying and it's effects, and Ryder was able to guide the Odyssey a fair distance North. Unfortunately, the engine sputtered it's last gasp as they attempted to leave a McDonald's parking lot in Cleveland, Tennessee. With no immediate means of transportation, the two started walking along the highway. Though much slower, the two were still able to make decent progress with some decent weather or the next few days. Their luck ran out as they passed through London, Kentucky.

The last week of November finally brought a winter herald and the temperature dropped into the teens. Snow and ice soon followed. Having been dressed for nothing but the finest Florida weather, Riva was not handling it well until Ryder gave up his light jacket for her. Despite the blistering cold, Ryder didn't feel any different. Still, even with the jacket, there was no way the two were going to be able to survive for too long in those conditions. Finding a house alongside the stretch of highway they had been following, a middle aged and clearly single man answered the door. At first he was unwilling to let the two runaways in, and once Riva unwittingly showcased her talents, he was reaching for the gun. Something in Ryder snapped upon realizing his sister was in danger, and he lunged at him. All the ice that had collected on his body however got to him first, encasing the hillbilly in a sheet of sleet and freezing him solid in seconds. While everything he was taught by his parents had told him what he just did was wrong on so many levels, he felt no mercy for the man. In fact he felt glad he was able to do it. Riva's offering of an enthusiastic high five immediately afterwards confirmed his feelings. After waiting out the storm and borrowing the man's pickup truck, the two finally made it to their destination: Detroit.

With the two now on the run, Detroit was a natural place to hideout, especially with it's high concentration of conduits, as they found out they were now classified. It was rough in the first year. With no IDs, no means of income and no prospects, the two squatted in abandoned buildings around the city, while stealing whatever they could get their hands on and selling them back the local pawn shops for food money. The deviants of the area where a bit sleazy, but they didn't bother the kids, earning more adoration then their parents. After a year or so, the two finally had enough money for an actual apartment, with windows and appliances and everything. Due to a mutually beneficial arrangement with the landlord, Riva and Ryder were finally able to live life their own way. When the DUP threatened to come into the city and crackdown on the freedoms they had allowed themselves, Ryder signed up with the FCL because he wanted the ability to do and go wherever he wanted. After seeing what ham fisted restrictions did to him and his sister before, he wasn't going to let that happen again. Plus the government could suck on a frozen flagpole.

Affiliation: Free Conduit League

Powers: Cryomancy: Ryder has the ability to withdraw water molecules from the air and freeze them to create ice crystals, used in a variety of techniques. They are not refined fully due to the relative lack of time spent using these powers, but ice can be formed on the skin as a defensive mechanism, or formed into shards and repelled as projectiles. With a bit of practice, they could be used to encase someone in frozen armor, or in a frozen tomb, or in a flurry for a quick escape. The more humidity in the air, or the closer to a source of water, the stronger the powers. In a dry heat or cold, it becomes nearly impossible for him to conjure anything.

Riva Davis

Name: Riva Davis
DUP Codename: Baby Dragon

Age: 15
Gender: Girl
Appearance: Riva keeps the front half of her hair in french braids while the back is either puffed up into an afro, or terminated in soft ringlets (depending on how long it's been since she's washed her hair). Her eyes are normally light brown, but they burn bright orange when she uses her powers. Suffers from occasional breakouts. In terms of her body, Riva is just at that awkward phase where you lose all your baby fat, but haven't quite filled in yet. She's athletic from running and climbing, with little muscle to speak of. She wears a lot of bright colors: pink, orange, light green, etc. from head to toe. Day to day ensemble is a tshirt, jeans, and a pair of stolen pink and white Nikes.

Personality: Riva's not necessarily a bad person, but growing up without discipline (or rather, with a teen in charge of discipline) has made her an entitled brat. She takes what she wants when she wants because she can. She's arrogant and rash when she thinks she can win, but quickly resorts to fighting dirty if she's outclassed. If you don't have something she wants and you're not in her way, she's as snide and sarcastic as overconfident teens come. That said, she can be nice. Also, also, she respects street cred and ain't no snitch.

Biography: Riva was the third child born to a pair of Baptist preachers in Lakeland, Florida. She had a normal childhood until the plague. Riva was 9, not old enough to even take a passing interest in the breaking news story that broadcast the looming danger of vagrant Conduits. Unfortunately, the plague became increasingly relevant in little Riva's life. There's a reason you don't let children play with matches.

It started as a secret between siblings, Riva would snap her fingers and a small flame would dance on her fingers, or she'd make smoke rings without a cigarette. As the days went by, her party tricks became unpredictable, and Riva found that a bad bout of hiccups or a strong cough would make her breath erupt into fireballs. One warm summer evening, while dad was giving a sermon at church, and mom was out back with the babe, Riva got the idea in her head to spew fire around like a dragon in the cartoons. At first it was just like before, small licks of fire as harmless as a child playing at fantasies. Then, out of nowhere, it poured from her mouth in a brilliant burst that promptly set fire to the curtains.

After that, the "exorcisms" started. Fire coming from a 10-year-old's mouth? Clearly possessed. That was the logic of her religious parents, who took turns dousing her with holy water and whipping her with belts, shouting various religious verses in the terrified girl's face. Her brother was the only one who stood up for her in that dark hour. They ran away in the middle of the night, packing only what they could carry. Also the family car.

It was a lonely drive, and they had to pull over every so often to put out the small fires Riva caused during her bouts of crying. Their destination was Detroit: land of oppurtunity for two young runaways who needed to hide among other lawbreakers and felons. It turned out that Ryder had been affected by the plague too. It also turned out that Riva was a quick study when it came to the five finger discount.

Detroit was hard the first year. The burglar duo had to squat in abandoned buildings with the crackheads and prostitutes while they scraped enough capital together to get a place without boards on the windows. It was easier to hide though. Who in Detroit wasn't a felon? Riva adjusted to their new life, or rather, grew into their new life, fairly well. She was a scrappy little thing, beating up her share of other kids (with her fire). She's gotten pretty good without decent opponents or formal training.

Riva joined the FCL for 2 reasons: 1. Her brother joined the FCL and 2. Conduits having to live on reservations was a bunch o' bullshit. Riva wasn't going to be staying in an outdoors prison just because people were afraid of her.

Affiliation: Free Conduit League

Powers: Riva has Fire Breath: like a dragon she can blow fire out of her mouth. So far, she can blow out a 15 foot radius in front of her, a straight stream of fire 20 feet, or a fireball 30 feet. Her normal fire isn't anything special in terms of temperature, but she can raise it to a dazzling 1200C. The hotter the fire, the sooner she exhausts herself, and the harder it is to control. It's the same with small and big fires: the bigger a fire is, the less control she has Riva can't be burned by her own fire, but cannot control any other fire besides her own. She also has a small amount of Fire Generation using her fingertips, using them like a lighter or blowtorch.

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Riikka "Angel" Valimaa - The Western Frontier: An Episodic, Schizophrenic Science Fiction RP (Jan. 13, 2014-Feb. 25, 2014

Name: Riikka "Angel" Valimaa

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance: Riikka is 5'11" with a slim body that was gifted with endowments that made life a lot easier growing up. Her legs are shapely as ever, and her curves still pop out upon a first glance. Her skin retains that pale coloring that comes with a lifetime with little sun, although it has deepened with her recent time spent travelling.

Her shoulder-blade length hair is naturally blonde, but it has been streaked with sea blue, most prominently on her bangs, which were completely surrendered to the darker color. Varying streaks appear behind it, and they stand out when tied back in the ponytail she usually wears, although when out gathering info, it falls back down into place once she gets talking with her contact. Riikka's eyes are a lighter shade than her hair, an icy lake blue to contrast the sea blue. If one stared into them, they could see a faintly glowing ring in her right eye, an orange when she is lost in thought. She has a pair of tattoos; an outline pair of angel wings across her shoulder blades and a snowflake tramp stamp.

Outfits for Riikka vary based on what's necessary for meeting with her contacts, but her primary outfit consists of a tight white t-shirt cutoff at the midriff, a pair of black shorts reaching two thirds the way down her thighs, and a pair of shin-high black lace up boots. It's accessorized with a choker necklace consisting of a golden chain with a morganite pendant hanging from it, a thin white belt, and the slim leather holsters on her legs that hold her main weapons of choice. She does have a jet black jumpsuit used for missions where she has advanced knowledge of what's going on and what is necessary, but she prefers to keep things casual whenever she can.

Augments: Riikka's right eye has that glow to it because it is a cybernetic replacement. It serves as an enhanced reality display, allowing for better aim when throwing one of her daggers, better info when trying to talk a dealer down from an exorbitant price on bounty info, or better reviews on whether or not the restaurant in front of them has been condemned for biochemcial weapons use. It wasn't cheap to get it looking like it's twin, but no expense was spared.

That is the only cybernetic in her body, although Riikka has had some biochemical work done. Her body was infused with steroids critical for boosting the healing process. These allow her to recover quickly from any exertion, and give a strength boost, although given the lack of upkeep, the latter effect has faded over time. What hasn't faded is the blue in her hair, a permanent enhancement given to her on her 23rd birthday by a friend.

Equipment: Not used to working with a heavy tool kit, Riikka doesn't carry much. She has her non-lethal weapon, a small hand-held stun gun, capable of shocking a Tigrin yak into submission. A newer model to replace the one she previously owned, this tiny black model looks sleeker and packs a bigger wallop, but it lacks the nostalgic touch of her prior large black and blue one. This one is easily concealable though, and allows for unexpected take downs of targets.

Her main lethal weapons are a pair of daggers she keeps strapped to her thighs. She's put in a lot of time practicing with the bladed weapons and is now very efficient at getting them out quickly and getting them into whoever or whatever she wants stabbed, no matter if she is up close and personal, or far away enough to have to fling them.

Skills/Specialization: Riikka is a very good negotiator, usually able to charm her way in close with whoever she needs to talk to. Most of the time, she's able to get into the good graces through her looks alone, but she's learned some subtle verbal and tactile tricks to help her own cause. As such, she's also able to coerce a lot of valuable information out of most of the unsavory people she has to deal with.

In addition, Riikka's body is in very good shape. Despite getting too close to 30 for her liking, it's maintained it's flexibility, allowing her access into spots that otherwise might be unreachable. Of course, the biochemicals helped a bit with this upkeep.

Personality: Riikka is a very outgoing person. She will chat up everyone and anyone, in an effort to get info, to meet people who might be of use to her, or to get what she wants. She has is very positive, a necessity to make people feel comfortable with her, but a natural extension of her personality. However, if you somehow manage to end up on her shitlist, you are permanently marked in her books. She will ruthlessly seek retribution. It may not come immediately, but her vengeance will be great.

Homeworld: Criado - A mostly barren planet, Criado's poles are uninhabitable ice lands that repel even the hardiest of travelers, but it's equatorial belt is close enough to it's sun that it can sustain life. The belt of green breaks through the brown temperate zone and ice blue polar regions to create a weirdly colored planet from a distance.

The main attraction is the largest city, uncreatively named Criado City. The sprawling metropolis occupies a full two degrees of longitude along the belt, and has been built up into one of the Frontier's premier capitals of pleasure, a hedonistic orgy juxtaposed by the wastelands around it. If you want to do something in the city, chances are there is a building solely dedicated to it, and for a fee, you can enjoy it. The most popular are the old; staples are the most popular; gambling, prostitution, drugs of all states and levels of effect. The municipal services are ineffective and corrupt, as money talks in Criado. The rich control most of the goings on, and if you want something done, you have to convince them of it's value. If you can get in with one of them though, you have a powerful ally to be sure.

The areas outside Criado along the livable regions are rural throwbacks, consisting mostly of farms and other dirtier but life-sustaining business that the city dwellers don't want to deal with. It's a quieter area for those who detest the neon excess that the city represents. Those who need supplies head to the other city on the planet, Viani, which does have the affinities of a city, but none of the extraneous business that set up shop in Criado.

Notes: Riikka's favorite food is fettucine alfredo.

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