Lunar Origins Posted July 19, 2014 Report Share Posted July 19, 2014 *If you were looking for a guide on creating characters, please refer here. This is not a guide; this is only an archive where you can discuss your created characters. This topic has two purposes - to help people create better, more fleshed characters, and to act as a sort of 'character collection' system - if you're working on a character and either... Want help developing your character and their backstory Want somewhere to put your character on the web to keep it accessible off of your computer Don't know what kind of roleplay you want your character to be in, but you have a really good idea for one Then this is going to be the topic you're going to want to look at. Example: I find an image I really like and want to give it a character, but no current roleplay is accepting or I'm not currently interested in a roleplay. I would come to this thread and post a pseudo-application here filled with my character and their backstory - though, because I'm not applying for a roleplay, I'm probably going to keep the backstory barebones as to tailor them to whatever I would like to apply them to. [acronym='Keep in mind that these are custom - you don't have to do one exactly like mine.']An example thing would be this.[/acronym] [spoiler=Poison's Character Archive] [spoiler=WIP Characters] [spoiler=Margeret Cho] Name: Margeret Cho Age: 24 Gender: Female [spoiler=Image][/spoiler] [/spoiler] [spoiler=James Rolfe] Name: James Rolfe Age: TBD Gender: Male [/spoiler] [/spoiler] [spoiler=Finished Characters] Adora (Blueblood) Rose (Blueblood) [/spoiler] [/spoiler] While acting as a sort of archive for characters, I would also encourage users to give feedback and help others create stories of their own. I don't claim to be good at developing characters - really, I'm not all that great at it - but I do have an eye for things that a character shouldn't be, and I'm more than happy to put forth the time and effort to point out and assist others when I see something. I'd like the whole roleplay section to improve in the character creation department, and I'm sure this topic wouldn't do any harm. To keep things simple, please post your character archive in your first post in this thread and, to make it easier to find for you, I recommend posting a little link to it in your signature. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Kyng Posted July 19, 2014 Report Share Posted July 19, 2014 [spoiler=Kyng's Character Archive][spoiler=Completed Characters][spoiler=Bianca Torres]Age: 22Class: Junior for Doctorate degree. Freshmen for military.Element: WaterJob: Professional Athlete (Swimming)[spoiler=Appearance]Bianca Torres is a fair skinned young woman with a clear complexion and fair skin, though she yields tanlines due to the nature of her competitive swimsuit. She has long and straight black hair to her waistline in length, and striking cobalt blue eyes; she's often found to give an intimidating glare with these striking eyes. Standing at 5'5" she doesn't really stick out, but she isn't too short either. She's often swimming, which has paid off, giving her an ideal figure weighing 137 lbs as well as lean muscle distribution. She has a large bust, measuring at a 32 D cup.[/spoiler][spoiler=Personality]Bianca is generally a quite quiet young woman, preferring to avoid any kind of conversation. Its really because she's shy and quite self concious, but being the very strong willed girl she is, she covers it with a frown which just begs for trouble, for the consequences would be very very deer. She often uses this when she's dealing with guys trying to ask her out, absolutely despising the idea they aren't into her personality at all. She'll gladly get aggressive with anyone who steps over the line, and her kick is deadly. Really deadly. In fact, one might think her foot was made of diamonds to best describe the agony it brings. Bianca is without question cold, but only to cover her inner insecurities. She's self concious, and the idea of letting this weaker side of her out might make her a target makes nervous another item. So she merely blocked them with anger.But she's not a cold hearted b*tch, I can assure you. Those lucky few who have gotten to know her have noted she's very very kind, often going out of her way in order to help someone One might see this very soft side to Bianca when she's with animals, knowing they'd not judge her and so feeling more confident. She's persuasive to those she likes, and though being a sensible young woman that she is, she loves a little bit of mischief; the idea of getting caught adding to the excite. She's a nurturer, a motherly character with a sense to protect those who can't defend themselves.She's truly a wonderful person surrounding herself with an icy heart, though possible to melt it. But now she's became lonely, since a friend of hers became distant when she began to believe herself to be a traitor. Right now, she needs a close friend.[/spoiler][spoiler=Biography]Bianca was born in Venus12, a city with academia as a priority as well as quite a nurturing environment, the big city left alone by the families who lived in the more rural part. She was the daughter of a caring mother and father who let her be the playful lass she was, and from a young age she was an excellent swimmer, without question a water-baby. Along with her parents, she'd go to swimming classes and excel at her passion. She was doing the thing she enjoyed well, she was very very happy and it'd soon be hard to separate her from swimming. She loved it, but then she started school of course. But there wasn't anything difficult with that, she was still her playful self and she had gotten on very well. Quickly making friends, she soon discovered she wasn't swimming as much, but still having a great time. She still swam, of course, joining the school's swimming team and bringing home gold from every competition she was faced with. Without a doubt she was a great swimmer.Soon a young boy moved to Venus12, and they had quickly became friends. Eltrio Branning was the boy's name, and the two of them were like brother and sister, except without the...no, wait, yeah, they did fight. It never affected their friendship though. In fact, it stuck through hard, even after school and they moved up, with new friend Jesse, into high school. She had a blast there too, but the problems began when she started to develop. Guys stared at her, and putting herself on the spotlight wasn't what she wanted.They worsened when Jesse became involved in crime. She felt so guilty, having to keep him from the law, against her will. She didn't want him to be this way, nor did Eltrio. She knew that when he decided to keep in the business even after his family were provided for, he'd never stop, and they could no longer be friends. She phoned the police, and they locked up Jesse without question. And even though Eltrio tried to comfort her, she blamed herself as a traitor, feeling despicable and wrong in what she had done, developing her cold nature. This separated the two of them, and neither one of them liked it one bit, but what could be done?It was lucky she'd gotten accepted into Zulu98 with Eltrio, though she didn't know or care if he was there or not. She liked him, but she couldn't change the past, she'd unwillingly drove a wedge between the two. And that moron of a tool of Eltrio didn't even seem to remember her! The first three years they both spent there he didn't call, or speak to her. Well, that wasn't true entirely, he did say hi and all, but that's all. Bianca couldn't walk up to him and say I want to be friends again anymore, she'd never do it. But at least her education was going well, even though she was on her little isolated island by herself.[/spoiler][spoiler=Misc.]Habits: Often enjoys to look around at things and simply admire them, not being really enthusiastic about flamboyant pranks or games. Bianca loves to appreciate the more relaxed and lid back things in life, but if persuaded she'll gladly have fun and mess around causing mischief, which as of recently is very unlikely. She can often be found reading or swimming, but if not then she's probably walking to her destination, not often being one to converse.Favourites:1 - Food: Salads.2 - Animal: Cats.3 - Hobby: Swimming.4 - Place: Swimming Pool.[/spoiler]Footnote: Played in Chrome Shelled Regios: The Trinity. One of my favourite female roles, as well as one of my best characters to date.[/spoiler][/spoiler][spoiler=WIPs][/spoiler][/spoiler] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raine Posted July 19, 2014 Report Share Posted July 19, 2014 I just added as many as were in my Apps folder. I dunno if the ones farther down are as good since they're like probably 2 years old. [spoiler=Raine's Archive of Created Peoples] [spoiler=Finished] [spoiler=Mumei] “This is what happens when you reach, no one is there.” Personal Information Name: Mumei “Mei” Baleen Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Date of Birth: Sendar 2nd, 977 [spoiler=Appearance]Mei is a rather frail looking young male. Standing at a humble 5’8’’ and weighing 130 lbs, he isn’t physically intimidating in terms of his stature. Mei has slender eyes of deep purple coupled with dark bags that give him a tired, intimating face to those around him. Unlike his unique eyes, his wavy hair is black as fertile soil and long enough that when it is unkempt it shoots outward in all directions. Mei has fair skin with never gets exposed to the sun, he also has a massive burn scar stretching from his left wrist to his left shoulder. Mei’s dress varies however he tends to wear dark clothing accessorized with bright colors like his favorite attire of a black undershirt and faded grey pants with a bright cyan jacket. Apparently, he enjoys the juxtaposition also wearing a sunshine yellow winter jacket when in the cold and red and pink patterned loose shirt for the especially hot summer months however never wearing short sleeves for fear of showing his scarred flesh.[/spoiler] [spoiler=Personality]Mei is clinically depressed and suicidal alcoholic con artist who lost everything forced to continue living. I’ll break it down. Mei, 3 years prior to the start of the RP lost his home and the only person who cared about him in a night fire. The trauma damaged Mei harshly and through his will he was able to stay alive but the crippling effects have left their marks in the form of a stark depression and suicidal thoughts that plague him through the nights and cause him insomnia. To keep his promises, he started living his life as a con artist favoring positions as either book keepers or gambling or elaborate cons when he absolutely needs to. He hates himself for hurting others through his acts but mostly, he hates himself for enjoying his cons. When he acts, he is someone else, someone who isn’t him. In his characters needed for his cons, he forgets his depression and can live reliably for short periods of time as that person. Mei’s interaction with people is purposefully limited. He does this for several reasons, primarily being fear of being hurt as painfully as he was before and the other being guilt. He feels guilty to all people for what he does to survive. This guilt tends to make him overly kind when he isn’t in a con role, besides bare living expenses and food, he tends to give away any excess to those without. That said, he is lured by people with features that remind him of his deceased friend. He limits his interactions with others by retreating to a persona when met with strangers and usually embracing an indirect or evasive tactic when questions stir to himself. This is his protection from getting attached and punish himself. That said, he responsive to genuine kindness and strong personalities that remind him of his lost friends and can quickly succumb to others when his cons are broken or discovered. That said, he has firm lines with others primarily dealing with people. He is intolerant to recklessness and negligence since these are things both his will and lies tend to fit against. Recklessness and endangerment is the result of people's headstrong behaivor and is the opposite to his cons which are careful, deliberate, and aim for specific goals. Negligence is the willful ignorance of others and brings upbad memories of his past and he will quickly lower his opinion to those to practice it frequently for any reason. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Backstory]Mei was abandoned as a young child in Taern by unknown parents and left without even a name. Mei at the age of 6, was left to sneak into villages and steal food from trash and storefronts to keep himself fed. One day, while trying to steal from a local landowner’s supply, he jumped a fence and ran into a young girl playing the grass. Mei had no experience with other children and tried to run past her when she tripped him. On the ground, the girl was forceful and threatened to tell her parents that he was on the land unless he told her who he was. Mei was unable to respond since he didn’t have a name. Intrigued, the girl asked more and more questions to the young boy Mei. The girl took a liking to him and offered to give him a name. The girl’s name was Mamei, and she named Mei, Mumei, as his first friend. As it turns out, Mamei’s parents were village leaders and when they discovered Mumei and Mamei playing together one day, they took the known troublemaker to the authorities. The child was to be sent off to one of the orphanages before Mamei convinced her parents to change their minds and take in Mumei. Mumei who had never cried before that night ended up in tears before the first person who ever cared about him and helped him. Mamei and Mumei grew up together from that point on. Together, they helped Mamei’s parents farm on the land and Mumei gained basic literacy and education from his guardians. These are the times that Mei takes refuge in when his life was good and he was with those he cared about. At the age of 10, Mamei’s parents even adopted him formally into his family. He lived until the age of 18 like this. When he was 18, Mei wanted to follow in the steps of his adoptive father and help his village however the other families were against someone not of the local blood. Over the last few years, Mamei and Mumei’s relationship started to steer a bit afar from just step-siblings and friends. The two were closer than they had ever been and spent most of their free time together. The two had started to develop a romance together but never expressed to each other. On the night Mamei’s father was going to announce Mumei has his successor, a fire started in the house. The fire accelerated and grew faster than normal and caused the structure to start falling. The building cut off Mei from his family. In panic, he rushed into the flames to find Mamei. He found her; she was on her knees in her parent’s room hovering over the bodies of their parents crushed under fallen wood support. Mumei was devastated, he couldn’t move as the flames grew bigger. His world was crumbling around him. He felt warmth, not the harsh heat of the fire but of someone else. Mamei held him as they were both still in tears. “We have to keep living, let’s go,” she said to him. She was always stronger than him. As they ducted through the smoke of the halls, the fire burst through a nearby door. The wood shattered the flame struck Mei scorching the left side of his body. Dazed and in dire pain, Mumei looked back and screamed. The next thing he remembered was volunteers dragging his body out of the rubble. He was barely alive as he was resigned to a hospital room, the image of Mamei’s lifeless eyes haunted him every day. Apparently, the senior village council couldn’t stand to have a mongrel as a successor and artificially started the fire. Though, he had no proof, besides, who would go after the leaders of the village. Mei remembered his only friend’s last words and they sank into his mind on that hospital bed. The elders forced him to leave once he recovered. Mei was a zombie for the first year trying as hard as he could not to kill himself or let himself just rot. Though, as time passed he started to build personas that let him deal with people that eventually grew into the cons that he achieves now. However, even today, he is struggling to keep himself together and looking for meaning in the events that destroyed him and killed his love and friend. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Interests] Mei is interested in helping those in need to ease his own burden. Mei has faint desires from before the tragedy in things he was taught in such as government and economics. Primarily, he is focused on finding a reason to continue living. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Abilities] Gambling Talent: Mei over the last 3 years have achieved a skill at nearly every form of gambling known to man and even, if necessary, to cheat. Master Liar: Mei is talented in telling lies and to a lesser degree, knowing when being lied to. This skill was initially developed to deal with the politics his step-father dealt with but mastered as he started to con other. Bureaucratic Skill: Skill at navigating through and using government systems to his advantage. Math Ability: Mei is gifted at mathematics from his step-fathers education. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Other] He considers his name the only memento of his past he needs. He has cheap taste in alcohol, and actually hates the taste of aged wines or spirits. [/spoiler] Theme: Tsumibito [/spoiler] [spoiler=Lucius] "God's world is still beautiful, I simply must find it." Personal Information Name: Lucius Yishma’el Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Human Date of Birth: May 5th [spoiler=Appearance] Race: Human Height: 5’ 8’’ Weight: 131 lbs [/spoiler] [spoiler=Personality] Lucius is curiously motivated and extremely talented individual only bounded by his loyalty and religious belief. At first appearance, Lucius is the ideal tool to an army who understands tactical discipline and loyalty while applying his own individual solutions to military matters. With practiced apathy and a skill to improve his standing with superiors, he has nested his position with higher brass even within the academy. These personas hide his more unpredictable and archaic personality. His adhesion to a nearly extinct Bahai faith from the old world is what truly drives his goals. Following the religion of from his youth, he carries charms and talismans on his person as tokens of God who watches and supports him efforts for the cause. He is quick to anger in meetings he is ill prepared for and slow to forgive those who trespass or betray him. His state of mind ideologically is extremely steady and as long as his actions are guided by his superiors or faith, he will work and fight much like a zealot. That said, after battles, he often becomes sick and overcome with guilt from taking lives which he believes is a sin and mortifies him. He is extremely intelligent and is close to the top of his academy in exams and even smarter when thinking on his feet, an asset in his combat. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Backstory] Lucius was born in an improvised ghetto of what was Iran on the war-torn Earth. At the mere age of 1, his father was mugged and killed on the streets by bandits. His mother devastated from the loss, fell into depression and neglect for her infant child. Lucius luck shown when Alfar’s peacekeeper officers destined the ghetto to destruction as they continued war reparations on the planet. They found his abandoned and starving. The officers took him to local temple that was serving the Empire as a refugee camp where he was cared for. As it turned out, the owners of the temple were originally of the Bahai faith, a dying religion, and as they raised Lucius he was taught under their values and beliefs which he readily accepted. The Bahai wish for the spiritual unification of life which is equal and that all things descend from God even the Alfar. At the age of 16, he joined the local law enforcement and began exploring the area of his homeland with eyes which had been restrained to the refugee camp. He was horrified. Mankind was not the species that he had learned from his foster mother’s books and history. They were subjugated and chaotic in poverty and starvation unless tamed by their new masters. Whether the Alfar found them in this regard or made the remaining into this way, it terrified that this was his world of God. Slowly, he fell deeper and deeper into his faith to deal with the darkness around him and in his heart. Lucius grew strong with time, he learned martial arts of law enforcement through his career and the combat of the lost ways through his foster parents who he still loved and frequently visited. Finding vast amounts of information when he was allowed access to the current information network, he feed his thriving passion for knowledge. Lucius finally decided that God had let him live that day, 15 years ago. He had to change the world into God’s image that was his goal. Lucius under full conviction decided to attend the Accademy and move up into the Empire’s army. For nearly 3 years now, Lucius has been climbing his class ranks, waiting for his opportunity. Currently, Lucius has been awaiting graduation making as many high ranking friends as possible, the one he feels the most loyalty to, a particual Royal Admiral named Lonn. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Abilities] Ace Pilot: By far, Lucius’s most useful combat skill is piloting. Although he is more than capable of using standard mechs in fights, he prefers using the smaller and quicker Valkyries to attack specific strategic targets or save vital assets thinking that kills are a secondary objective compared to taking the objective. His style of combat is to outmaneuver and close distance with the more well-armed standard mechs and strike vital areas with melee or explosive force. Tactical Efficiency: To climb the ranks at the academy, most of Lucius’s study as gearing to squad commanding and strategy. Lucius is most recognized for this ability and his specification is incapacitation and assassination rather than commanding larger forces which while is still in his range of ability, he is less effective. Knife Mastery: Lucius expertly skilled at using short blades, in particular a personalized from his foster parents that is copied from the technique Hassan i-Sabbah. His personal weapon is two 4 inch two-sided blades with a handle that is held from the palm at attached together with extendable wire. It is used for its speed, stealth, and range if thrown by the wire up to 2 meters of effective use. Chemistry Expertise: Being Lucius’s most talented subject, he is skilled in its practical application through explosives (whether it be their creation of diffusion), toxins, fuel use and creation, and analyses of polymers and materials. Practiced Marksmanship: While not the best shot, he has more than practical skill in firearms ranging from pistols to assault rifles. His preferred guns are 22 caliber semi-automatic pistols.[/spoiler] [spoiler=Mecha] Currently, Lucius does not have a personalized Mech and requisitions a standard human-enabled rescue/support Valkyrie augmented for front line combat. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Other] According to his faith, he is vegetarian. Since he doesn’t tell others he is religious, he tells other he dislikes the taste of meat. Theme: Wareta Ringo [/spoiler] [spoiler=Interaction with other Characters] [spoiler=Lucius and Lore:] Lucius views Lore publically as a rival in performance however finds her competitiveness and superiority complex as a threat to the world Lucius is fighting for. In private, Lucius will actively challenge Lore academically and in performance and attempt to convince her that her view of others is misguided. That said, her conviction is admirable to Lucius and he can respect her skill especially in areas she excels him in. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Lucius and Herman:] Lucius is rather indifferent to Herman since he doesn’t have much to do on and considers him an enigma. That said, his actions, which reflect the 3 laws, are in line with Lucius’s beliefs and treatment of intelligent life. Lucius would seek to strengthen his relation to Herman to both discover more about him and find a potential like-minded ally. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Lucius and Mithna:] Mithna is the ideal case of people who define the world Lucius fights against. Her racism and two-sided nature seem to Lucius as dirty and sinful. However, since she is Alfar, Lucius will put on a smiling face to her and accept her insults and even go so far as to agree with her to appease her. His goal with her is to use her skills and influence as an Alfar to his advantage since her abilities are undeniably useful. That said, if she approached Lucius without warning it would be difficult for Lucius to suppress his disgust for her. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Lucius and Tobias:] While Lucius admits he and Tobias have little chemistry. He sees nothing wrong with his way of life and actions as Lucius priorities equality over kindness. Tobias seems to Lucius as wild card and unreliable but his unique personality as an Alfar makes him likable to Lucius. Lucius will attempt to use him like other Alfar however since he senses his confusion and unique situation, he will attempt a closer relationship and capitalize on his nature. Since they both pilot similar styles of mech, he may use him as a combat rival to compare his own piloting capabilities. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Lucius and Adora:] Lucius views Adora complexly. On one stance, her blatant disregard for those who she dislikes is horrid to Lucius and another enemy of his purpose. On another, her obsession and love is admirable if it didn’t have such a drawback. Regardless, Lucius is cautious of Adora and will attempt to avoid overly personal interaction, since he finds her irredeemable, and just seek a relationship where he could learn from her mechanical abilities and use them on his own Valkerie until such time that it becomes absolutely necessary. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Lucius and Eyrn:] Out of all Alfars Lucius has ever met, Eryn is by far is favorite. As he said, “Eryn is kind because she understands true pain, an attribute all species should learn from.” Lucius can sense her pain and sympathizes it with his own understanding of abandonment and hardship. However, because of this, he is cautious around her and tries to not get too closely attached to avoid both taking advantage of her and gifting himself the comfort of her personality. Despite this, Lucius will attempt to protect her, on and off the field, from a distance to ensure her survival as someone he heavily approves of. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Lucius and McQueen:] Even considering the most hostile and racist Alfar, McQueen is the most direct opposite of Lucius conceivable. From his boisterous personality to playboy lifestyle, everything he does is the opposite of how Lucius would act. Because of this though, Lucius doesn’t hate him. In fact, Lucius considers him both interesting to watch and a potential opportunity in the future. Lucius will attempt to secure a peaceful relationship and make himself one his few allies. As Lucius said, “He’s hopeless, but somehow he’s alive. There may be a reason for that.” [/spoiler] [spoiler=Lucius and Daiki:] In Lucius’s opinion, Daiki represents the driving spirit of humanity, in all its good and bad attributes. His motivation and altruism are qualities admires but as Lucius remembers living with humans in his poverty stricken home, the addition senses of competition and single-minded drive can easily be used for selfish and hurtful purposes so he remains watchful of him. That said, he highly approves of his belief in equality and, lesser so, judgment on skill. At this stage in Lucius’s planning, he considers Daiki an ally and will attempt to closen themselves to solidify friendship and an alliance by offering his services. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Lucius and Ismina:] Out of all of Lucius’s comrades, Ismina is the one he looks up to the most even more so than the Admiral. While her racism is presence, his distaste for her views is overshadowed by his awe for her command abilities. Lucius is respectful but more assertive to her than he typically is to the Alfar because he honestly considers his inferiority in commanding large forces as a challenge to his own skill despite his ruthless effectiveness with small numbers. If there was someone he would seek personal relationship with, it would be a rivalry with her to test his own resolve and talent.[/spoiler] [spoiler=Lucius and Rose:] Lucius is constantly bewildered by Rose. He views her a cynical muscle-bound version of himself. That said, he recognizes her legitimate skill and charisma with others. She ranks among the highest in his classmates for people he'd attempt to from trust with since her ideals are remotely similar to her own though he senses her hesitation towards someone of his character and faith. Surely God put her in his way for a reason, all that is needed in the opportune moment. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Lucius and Tim Tim:] Tim Tim is the lord and messiah! To be alive on such a day is joyous news! REPENT AND BE SAVED![/spoiler] [/spoiler] [/spoiler] [spoiler=Satiah Eurydice] Personal Information Name: Satiah Eurydice Age of Death: 24 Time of Death: 642 A.D. Gender: Female Angel Name: Ishtar (0) [spoiler=Appearance] [spoiler=Appearance] [/spoiler] Height: 5’4’’ Weight: 44 kg Satiah is rather frail looking individual in contrast to her snide personality. She tends to favor formal wear of various eras in her dress not really caring where or when they originated, only taking notice of the form and beauty. Normally however, Satiah would be found in her traditional Egyptian royal dress, a light white cotton robe with satin draping and gold embellishments or in colder weather or formal setting, a Japanese yukata as shown. Satiah has cold eyes that seldom show her intent, she tries to imitate the grace of her former station through her actions and gestures. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Personality] Satiah is a very cynical person and distrusting. Having been raised and lived in a hostile environment, Satiah has learned to talk around herself and consider ever person as someone who will betray her. While this produces a very jaded personality, she is not completely cold; she has a taste for interesting people who she sees worthy of her court. She is extremely intelligent and can easily pick up concepts from later times, she enjoys people who can challenge her intellect by finds distaste in people who take vain pride in it. She tends to see others not as below her, but as occupying another world. She has very little quarrels about using human life to her advantage because to her, they are numbers and letters unless they become close enough to her to appear human in her eyes. She is constantly in search of the world’s great mysteries and treasures to collect either in her palace or her mind. Her valuing of knowledge, experience, and creativeness leads her to believe that people who do not seek these things are dead and soulless, reinforcing her world view. People she finds favorable or similar are granted special privilege by her and she makes efforts to become intimate. In a world as closed off and diverse as hers, she can get extremely intimate with those who likes. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Short History before Death] Satiah was born a princess in the dying Kingdom of Egypt. From her youth she was shown the doors to the greatness of the world, gifted with knowledge the general population could ever dream of and the ability to quest to the world’s far corners in search of the hidden secrets of the world. Because, she was the youngest of her siblings she had few royal responsibilities and spent her days indulging herself in solitude whether in book or wilderness. As she aged into a teenager, she began to look inward and took interest in her household and the people around her. She soon realized that her wealth and prosperity were limited because of the time, her kingdom was aging and weak held together only by the support of the Byzantines and the newly formed Muslim empire of the Rashidun Caliphate. She bore them no hatred, she knew how the world turned and that was blessed even with the little time she had remaining. She spent her remaining days mastering the skills of politicking and expanding her knowledge. Her remaining nights she spent with the company of adventurers and those who struck her fancy. As the horde of the east moved closer, her royal status meant less and less in her palace as her mother and father frantically tried to delay the inevitable. It was of no matter to her, she had no strong feelings towards them. However, when the end came, she could not bring herself to leave. She was disappointed in herself as the Muslim army crashed the gates on her 24th birthday. She knew that it was over, she bore no hatred; she had long foreseen this end. As the invading party came to her room and her city was in flames, they bashed against the door. She would be raped, sold, then killed. Too bad it came to this, she spoke to herself. Satiah jumped 80 feet from her palace room and struck the stone below.[/spoiler] Theme: Dreamy Night [/spoiler] [spoiler=Konohana] Name: Konohanasakuya-hime Aliases: Kono-hana, Kono (Friends only) Gender: Female Age: 24 Race: : Lesser God Pantheon: Shinto [spoiler=Appearance:] [spoiler=image] [/spoiler] Kono is a delicate beauty of 5’ 6’’ whose stare could kill 10 men. Her eyes change from light brown to emerald green depending on her emotions, the greener the more relaxed and content she is. Her build is slender but with stronger legs as of late to improve her speed and maneuverability. A fan of floral patterns, she tends to inappropriately dress in traditional Japanese summer kimonos or similar light, full-body clothing in warm weather. Kono does dress more western as the weather gets colder, fashioning a full jacket and pants when the snow is falling. Kono-hana will usually avoid wearing shoes unless environment or weather make it absolutely necessary as she enjoys the feeling of earth to her skin. She tends to slouch or generally carry herself lazily because she considers posture and poise a pointless culture of the cities of man. However, this causes her to sometimes be clumsy and trip when she drags her feet. Her priests rumor that she has never been without a flower or flower pattern since the day she was first clothed.[/spoiler] Personality: Kono is a fiercely protective individual who priorities her values and loved ones over all else. Due to this nature, she comes off as cold or aggressive to new individuals or ideas. However, to those she likes or protects, she is very kind-hearted and compassionate. She tends to view the world in this jaded black and white outlook. She is only truly carefree when she’s alone with people she trusts but otherwise is very guarded. She has a soft spot in her heart of serene nature, often disliking industrialization of man but she has for a while recognized its importance and necessity. Matching her like of soft beauty she takes a liking to passive or shy individuals. Kono is difficult to provoke or affect but threatening or insulting her directly and tends to think the majority of mankind beneath her as a mindless mob. When her protective instinct is triggered, she tends to fall into a calculated rage where her combat abilities peak and her emotions are most visible. [spoiler=History:]Kono-hana was reincarnated in Osaka, Japan as an only child. Her father was a well locally renowned doctor and her mother the daughter of Shinto priest but left for her husband. Kono-hana lived her life as a normal human unable to discern her spirit until age 10. About this time, Kono recognized that she was Konohanasakuya. Her biological parents soon discovered this fact after she presented her abilities and she moved into the shrine with her grandfather on her mother’s side. From the shrine and guidance of the priests, she rediscovered herself and also acknowledged her god siblings. She slowly fell away from her human origins and heart but retained some traits and personality she had grown to become. On her 18th birthday, she decided to leave the shrine and experience the human world in her new eyes and entered a university anonymously. There she lived as a human, majoring in art and biology and finding her first human friends since re-becoming herself to whom she grew attached and protective. It’s here she realized what she was reincarnated for, to protect what’s precious in this world. After graduation, Kono-hana became head of the asama shrine near the mountain of her namesake, Mt. Fuji where she called home and made so as well for people she wished to protect and help through her priests and facilities. Most of the time however, she has been on the road as a purifier of lesser evils and representative of her ideals fighting. For the past 2 years she has guarded what she holds dear and helped the rid the world of those who seek harm upon them.[/spoiler] Motive: Kono seeks to keep the status quo. Change and violence threaten her world and as such must be controlled and tamed back into passivity even if it is for force. [spoiler=Powers/Abilities:] Seed of Life: Konohana’s body can replicate the seed of any real or mythological plant and accelerate its growth. This acceleration of growth can be applied to both plants she has created or found but consumes energy from Kono calorically. Therefore for this power to be at its greatest, she needs to consume a lot of food prior to deal with the exchange. Botanic Manipulation: Control and mastery of moving and altering plant life beyond its normal purpose and capabilities with intent for personal use. As long as the ability does not change the shape or size of plant life, it requires virtually no effort on Kono to control. Combat use that enlarge plants or animate them with intent for combat place strain on Kono’s body much like physical exertion resulting in tiring and increasing usability with increase in physical condition. Cell Hybridization: Kono’s body’s cells can exist as either or both human or plant cells. This allows her to use her own abilities on herself such as regeneration or bodily mutation. The restriction to this ability is that her heart and brain must remain in their human state and cannot be altered or repaired using her ability. This maintaining and using her body in plant-state is mentally taxing and continued use causes headaches followed by dizziness, nausea, and nosebleeds followed by mental exhaustion until consciousness fails. [/spoiler] Weaponry: Shinkaze: A white and gold naginata, a polearm with a curved blade at the end, wrapped sporadically in crimson cloth. Its name means “New Wind”, where its ability can channel wind at the end of its blade to form a powerful cutting edge of air around the blade and past it making it difficult to predict and dodge as well as temporarily change the advantage of wind. Since its ownership has fallen to Kono-hana it lives within the Earth and be summoned from the soil at her command. Other: Strict vegetarian… but cheats for fish. Not because she likes fish, but because she spites them and finds eating them a way to express that. That said, she can’t eat much or she gets sick. It is also not understood where this hatred of fish comes from. Harpë, as said in German. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Tian D’Amarias (Raine)] Name: Tian D’Amarias Age: 86 years old, (34 earth years-equivalent) Gender: Male Date of Birth: Month of Ice, 4th Race: Human [spoiler=Appearance:] Height: 5’ 9’’ Weight: 150 lbs [/spoiler] [spoiler=Personality:] Tian is a very serious man who grew up in a serious world. Survival is usually his first and foremost thought when making decisions and tends to focus towards small group mentalities, seeing how individuals rarely lasted long in his home. Granted that, Tian has his moments, he has a strong taste for alcohol one of the few vices still supported on Eu’sant where he gets a bit eccentric and might explain his temper, which goes off quite easily. He hates people who he sees as consumed by vanity, thinking that is not only selfish but detrimental to one’s self. Since the games beginning, he suffers from a chronic depression that he manages to will through most of the time for the sake of the game. [/spoiler] [spoiler=World Information:] Orbiting less than a 10 million miles from a aging red dwarf star, sits the ancient gas giant planet of Eu’sant (U-s-ah-nt). The former home of a once proud and industrious people whose empire stretched into the galaxy eventually became worn away by internal strife and civil war. The planet which in days of old houses magnificent flying palaces that floated on the dense seas of gravity-condensed hydrogen and helium rusted and fell towards the planet’s core. The planet’s sky is a hazy yellow color and gets denser as you look towards the core. Up high however, the atmosphere becomes thin enough to look straight up into space all the time. Eu’sant is now a planet of scrap metal and broken machinery, old infrastructure and ancient weapons of iron. Still, some call this planet home, forgotten and their heritage lost, the natives live within metal islands they weld together from the scrap. The atmosphere of the planet varies greatly with the distance from the core. The heavier their islands, the lower to the core they float. There, the memories and secrets of a dead world still live in the form of sentient golems plated in rust and steel reaching thousands of feet tall; who have no wish of welcome for the humans who still occupy the planet. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Biography:] Tian is a resident of the D’Amarias tribe who lives in small one family islands linked together by chains so they float far about the giants below and make water collection easy from the ice chunks that orbit high up in the atmosphere. He’s senior occupation is being a salvager. The hollow builds that float and move on the planet’s gas currents are parts of an empire many thousands times larger than the current occupants who number less than 50,000 planet wide, thus parts, agriculture tools, resources can be collected from new areas that drift towards the tribe. That was Tian’s job. This life was simple. He lived and found things the tribe desperately needed, he loved and found a wife after a trading expedition to a neighboring village , and fought as raiders and the occasional small-class golem who ride dense waves near the center and come into visible range of the islands. Fighting humans on Eu’sant is a skilled business, guns are a viable weapon for humans however the lack of ammunition makes it a luxury and an absolute necessity so not to be wasted. Combat is then done with hand-held weapons such as make-shift swords, knives, and hammers when fighting people. The environment of Eu’sant makes the atmosphere rich with floating junk and metals that can serve as jumping pads for single persons, where combatants parkour and free run over these islands to strike making speed the most valued asset of a soldier in defense and offence. Falling off an island does not usually mean one’s death on Eu’sant since if a faller can avoid striking something as they fall the increase in air pressure as they fall will slow them until they can land and climb the debris back up. Human combat was not Tian’s specialty however despite his aptitude for it. It was golem hunting. Golems who stand so tall it is said no native has ever seen their feet, roam the lower lands sometimes coming up under specific weather conditions that allow them freedom to move upwards. Usually only small golems are light enough to come up as far as Tian but on occasion they do. Tian is arguably the greatest explosives and 3-D movement expert on Eu’sant and is skilled in pushing back the relentless machines. Explosives are preferred in fighting golems due to their thick armors and unknown killing points, the explosions will stagger and push back golems due to the blunt force. The goal is make them fall or push them back until the lower tides move them further on. On the day before the Magistrate selected him, a terrible gas storm raged over his home. Storms have happened before this one seemed to have something ominous about it. The tribe sealed themselves up in their homes and sat through it. It lasted for hours on end; Tian protected his family of a wife and son on his island. He was curious, the storm was getting worse and the sky was getting darker. The storm cleared and upon exiting, he could no longer see space. The storm had vacuumed the tribe deeper into the planet! Tian had no time, he ran to the elder and ordered and evacuation to have the tribe climb debris upwards. The elder agreed and began procedures but it was too late. He stood in fear as the sight of 3 golems approached from all directions, he had previously always been above the golems but at their current depth, they were at waist height. There is no way the tribe could climb fast enough. He armed himself to the teeth and ran faster than he has ever run. The closet one was already moving its arm to swipe the island out of the air, the sheer size of the golem’s arm made it seem in slow motion to Tian. He wouldn’t make it to the golem in time, he moved himself between the arm and the island. The mass of metal and gear came down but Tian prematurely blew a full set of bombs just above the arm as it set down, redirecting the swing to miss the island. The second golem came in, it was smaller but faster. It returned three islands back to scrap in seconds. They were too big and too quick, the first had already made sight of the escaping tribe. A swift hand crushed many of his tribe, his wife and son were already high up, maybe they could escape. The final third golem, was by far the largest, he had only heard stories of colossal types, he had to bring it down but the second small was in the way. He ran and climbed with the will of protecting everything he cared for! In a miracle he avoids the golem’s self-protection strike and climbed to its face, forcing a full set of explosives into the hollow points of the armor. The force sent both Tian and the golem backwards taking the smaller one out of commission until it recovers. Now, he sets his sights on- The third colossus was already here, he underestimated its speed. The golem was aiming at- a mist of blood covered Tian’s face as the golem’s hand crushed his life in front of him. The last island was crushed below his feet. He fell deeper and deeper in the cruel planet in shock. He couldn’t even cry… was this the life he lived. Was this the cruel fate he was born in to? Something is wrong, it has to be wrong. The world just can’t take like this. It has to be wrong. [/spoiler] ___________________________________________________________________ [spoiler=Inventory:] Aero-Drive: Two cylindrical devices worn on each thigh from pre-fall tech. The devices can manipulate small amounts of atmosphere around the user and be used as a propellant or brake. In the high-atmosphere of Tian’s home world, he can easily be propelled 10 feet from standing using the device which has a cooldown of about 10 seconds, however earth-type atmospheres produce a 3 foot effect; Useful for mid-air maneuvers or parkour over urban or thick wildness environments. Ignition Trigger: A pistol-like device that can fire either normal bullets from a 12-round chamber or fire incendiary shots that can blow charges or ignite flammables from a distance. Materials used on must be high flammable or explosives so materials such as woods or fabrics are immune. Aero-Blade: A folding sword that is stored behind his left shoulder, used for precision quick strikes rather than prolonged combat. [/spoiler] [spoiler=Abilities:] Peak Human Conditioning: Working as skirmisher and explorer in the ruins of Eu’sant forced Tian to keep himself healthy, strong, and quick. While not superhuman, his abilities allow him to compete with the best of morals. Expertise in Bladed Weaponry: Years of battling off bandits and competing tribes have made Tian an expert in knifes and swords. His ability to utilize speed with the cutting powers of these weapons make for his default set of combat. Expertise in Chemistry and Explosives: Salvaging is a difficult art, what’s useful is not always obvious. Working in the field and independent study into old world sciences has allowed Tian to find new and innovative ways to get materials to combust and protect his home from the golems that haunted his existence. Any environment where raw materials can be found, he can make something explode. [/spoiler] [/spoiler] [spoiler Raine- Adam Voss] Username: Raine Name: Adam Voss Age: 29 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Date of Birth: May 4th, 1869 Place of Birth: Cologne, Germany Current Residence: London, Great Britain Occupation: Member of the House of Lords and Entrepreneur Family: Wilhelm Voss, Father (1844 – Present) Occ: Minister of Foreign Affairs Vanessa Voss [formerly Rose], Mother (1850 – 1889) Jacob Voss, Brother (1873) Emma Voss [formerly Harper], Wife (1873 – Present) Issac Voss, Son (1894 – Present) Artificer: N/A [spoiler Appearance:] [/spoiler] [spoiler Personality] Personality: Adam is a very calculated individual, like a player of chess, each move and action of the man is efficient and aggressive. Although he was raised to be honorable and virtuous in every aspect of his life, his experiences past his sheltered life taught him that moral integrity should never hinder success and honor is a virtue that should only be afforded when it can be allowed without consequence. Though the past 5 years, Adam’s demeanor has grown darker finding little solace in the peace and modesty of his home and family. A trait, he has deemed unfortunate but necessary to his goal. [/spoiler] [spoiler Bio] Biography: Saying Adam was born into the world privileged would be over simplifying the circumstances. Born of his lower housed nobility in Westphalia, he was gifted to a title not so much worth. Childhood memories of his father were nearly non-existent, as he was raised as most with education and shelter his father was troubled by the emerging unification of Germany. As the finalization of the country came to close, the Voss’s ended up on the losing side of nobility to enter the new country as it lost most privilege and was unable to adapt to the new industry based economy. Offering refuge, Adam’s mother’s family still in her native country of England offered to bring them over. Adam was then forced into a private school to continue his education; his father both fortunate and persuasive enough to land a government job was able to support them in this alien country. Having overstated his previous standing in the Germanic nobility, Wilhelm was able to climb the social ladder securing his family’s place in their new home country. After his graduation from schooling at 16, Adam left his father on poor terms. His father had been devoted to rebuilding some ideal past from the home country, a dream not shared by his son. Adam found work disguising his identity how keeping his noble demeanor to serve as a representative for a budding textile company. There Adam found his passion with working with people, his ability to charm and deceive for a net good. The textile company grew by more than 400% over the course of 2 years due primarily to its owner Jonathan Lyne who took interest in Adam’s excelling performance for him company. The next year was the most successful for Adam, who grew close to the old man and improved his overseas connections. His need to upkeep the growth pressured Adam to search for revenue from shadier sources, which proved reliable and created connections to the European underground that would serve him for years to come. At the age of 20, Jonathon Lyne passed away and through his will left 82% of the company’s shares to Adam. Adam took his shares in stride; his years of practice in the industry had made him well versed in the ways of the 1880’s economic model. Embracing the power of owning a majority of the company, Adam introduced controversial changes of cutting-edge machinery for unrivalled efficiency increasing profits. Seeing fit now to make public his last name, the Voss family, was now deemed as a powerful figure in English political and economic landscape with his aging father growing to high advisor. This fact however did not ease their relationship, as Adam’s father grew angry towards his son for his abandonment of what he deemed his family duty. At the age of 23, Adam Voss was the owner of the biggest foreign export company in Brittany, France, a domestic distribution business based out of Birmingham, and his original textile company which he inherited now serving as the sole provider of military clothing to the colonies. Deciding to settle down, Adam sold a major portion of his stock in all of his companies for a large sum much to the dismay of his father. At this time, Adam met the daughter of an influential politicking family the Harpers whom he feel in love with. Her father who forbade their love at first, promised Adam if he quick his unstable past of fast wealth, low guarantee entrepreneurship he would allow for their marriage. Adam agreed and ran for representative in the House of Lords, which was not only successful but also eased his relationship with his father who approved of both his marriage and career in politics. It’s at this point in his life, Adam developed, secure with both influence and the large wealth of he had accumulated. His wife, Emma, recounted countless nights of Adam leaving on unscheduled trips overseas for weeks on end, sleepless nights hovering over old tomes and passages in his study. Adam asked her to trust her. They had their first child not long after their marriage, and Adam entrusted most of the raising duties to his wife as he continued on his odd trips. It was 2 years ago Adam learned of Eternal Game, having learned about it after a long hunt for the scattered library of the House of Bourbon who’s possessions were either sold or destroyed by the French Revolution. Finally, his search was rewarded; Adam believing the stories began to gather artifacts from all over the world from his shadowy connections even through unsavory means and establishing an information network to ensure he would be able to serve one of the twelve. Now that his services have found a host in November, Adam prepares himself for the road ahead along with his most trusted allies. With unknown purpose and a shadowy past years, to what end is the self-made man of London prepared to go to seek victory? [/spoiler] Patron: N/A First Artifact: N/A Name of Artifact: N/A List of Abilities Associated with Artifact: N/A How Artifact is Obtained: N/A [/spoiler] [spoiler Raine- Bartholomew Moreau] Username: Raine Name: Bartholomew Moreau Age: 33 Gender: Male Sexuality: Celibate Date of Birth: 1865 Place of Birth: Genoa, Italy Artificer: N/A [Spoiler Appearance:] [/spoiler] Personality: Bartholomew was born into a dark world, a world that has shaped him into his adulthood. His stances of seriousness on nearly every aspect of life are easily reflected to those he meets. It is rare he shows any compassion since he’s youth and what emotion he does show is usually ruthlessness and rage. He is completely intolerate of those who make light of death and life. His familiarity with old ways show as he is very reluctant of new machines and is a strong supporter of the limitations of humanity quoiting, they fly too close to the sun, however it should be noted his love for the piano and music. Biography: There are those who are born in the light, given futures they can either see or forge, Moreau was not one of those. From his birth, his life was decided. The Paladins, a secret branch of the Catholic Church, those who from childhood are made into weapons with undying loyalty to the Vatican and the goal of reestablishing the ideal past of the church before science and industry. After the French Revolution, it became clear the Vatican that it could no long rely on its champion nations to impress its will on the colonies and European mainland. Finding refuge in the stories of Apostles, shadowy vanguards of the church from the days of old, masters of their physical bodies, the Pope secretly issued a command to reestablish the underground organization. This was the society that raised Moreau, taught him the art of death and simplicity of the world. This was the world of darkness, but to Bartholomew, it was the only light. He grew attached to his teachers no matter how harsh their teaching methods, he was not taught what was right and wrong, rather who was wicked and who was just. As he aged, his body grew strong and his missions became assigned. At the age of 13, Moreau killed his first man, his knife piercing the space between the 3rd and 4th left ribs. The days were short then, he never knew why he was ordered to do what he did, just that what he did was right. In these years, Moreau was happy. However like all good things, no matter how warped, they grow to otherwise. On a routine assassination, Moreau’s bullet tore through a rather aristocratic man as his daughter coincidently walked into the room. She was not supposed to be here, he thought. He watched as the young girl about his age mourned over her father’s quickly fading body. Moreau escaped, though the scene stuck with him. He had always been told his targets were wicked, why did she mourn him? When he confronted his superior about this, he was detained in solitary for a week. He managed to be released by lying that he had forgotten the incident. Why did he lie to his superiors, those closest to him? Bartholomew was 19 at the time the seat of the Pope changed. The change of leader was dramatic about his changes, upon discovery of his assassination organization he ordered an immediate disband of the group stating that an order of God does not reside in the shadows. Moreau was there, as Vatican guards marched on the facility razing his home to the ground. Bartholomew managed to escape the persecution of the Church that captured a few of his kind and offered them to national justice and execution in return for favor. Moreau could not be angry about this, because he didn’t know how to feel, for the first time in his life he had no direction or someone to tell him what to do. Homeless on the outskirts of Lyon, Bartholomew barely managed to survive by stealing food however the guards had caught him and were able to chase him out of town. Barely conscience and in deep hunger, a miraculous event took place as a horse and carriage stopped in front of him. He remembered an elegant pale hand extended out to him, he took it. His next memory was of Moreau awaking in a large luxurious bed, the walls embellished with fortune he had only seen in his exploits with the most powerful men. Moving now, Bartholomew met raveled down the lavish home, hearing a majestically played piano. He followed the music to find a young women playing it, her familiarity sent chills down his spine. As she continued playing, she spoke; she told that she had been looking for him for over a year. She was the girl whom had witnessed Bartholomew murder her father. She admitted she later discovered her father was a rather cruel man involved with severely illegal relations. She never knew how to feel about him but decided to look for him anyways. Bartholomew unaccustomed with social interaction merely apologized as he was unable to think what he should say. The girl offered him to play the piano with her, reluctant as Moreau was never taught such things was forced after she insisted. She laughed as his fingers inelegantly pressed the keys and his utter lack of musical ability. She told him, she would like him to stay until he learned to play with her. The days went on like that for a while, he discovered her name was Lily and Bartholomew continued living as a guest forcing her to accept that he help the maids and workman around the house to contribute. Lily learned of Bartholomew who told her of the past he enjoyed with names and situations that he made him feel at home. Lily enjoyed his stories and she responded with her own of her late Mother noting her absentee father every once and a while. Still, she taught him to play the piano. Nearly a year passed like this in Lily’s home, Bartholomew grew to be rather good on the piano but more importantly, he was developing feelings for his host. These were days of peace, as the two grew close. Bartholomew even went with Lily to her social events to maintain her family name; also she admitted to him she hated the crowd. On one occasion, she was asked her relation to Bartholomew and she responded as her fiancée. Bartholomew met with Lily in the courtyard that night, and confessed his feelings his face practically red. She confessed she felt the same, that since they met even under such unusual circumstances she grew to understand him and eventually even she fell in love. That night they arranged to have the lie of their betrothal, be truth. It wasn’t 2 weeks after they’re confession; Bartholomew was out in town grocery shopping to aid in preparation of dinner for Lily. He ran across a man in black, an emblem on his jacket stunned him where he stood. It was an emblem of the Paladins, a survivor of the order. His recognition of Bartholomew was immediate as he enthusiastically approached him, questioning him about how he escaped and what he had been doing to get by. Bartholomew kindly asked him to leave as he ran off in the other direction. That night as he was in the manor, the thought of Bartholomew finding another one of his own kind echoed in his mind. As he and the chief fostered dishes over fire and pans, an ominous sound rang throughout the house. Bartholomew was quick to investigate, although it felt like he was slowing to a crawl. His arm reached to open to the dining hall, the man in black stood there, gun in hand. He looked at Bartholomew delusional, shouting how she was mocking him by telling him how Bartholomew was a kind honest person now not the honed killer from before. Moreau gazed down to see Lily her clothes stained red. Something broken inside Bartholomew as he rushed the man in black like a demon from hell his hand crushing against his opposite’s rib cage causing the man in black to flee as he struggled to recover from losing his balance. Now in devastated, Bartholomew kneeled beside Lily’s lifeless body, her eyes vacant a single tear litter her cheek. Bartholomew knew all good things end; he didn’t let himself see it. He was man born into the shadows, he was not allowed to have a future… to be happy… to love. The last of Bartholomew was killed too that day, never having his own family name he took on is love’s, Moreau. He left that night. After 2 days, the man in black was found. His body crucified against an alleyway wall, he had been beaten and tortured with no other purpose than to cause pain. Bartholomew was left alone again, only he did have a goal. He wanted to destroy the world he was born into, rid this place of that dark world. Patron: N/A [/spoiler] [/spoiler] [spoiler=WIP] HA! 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