Topic: Roll Call!

Kingsley OConnor

Date: 2012-07-05 16:18 EST
This is the place to list any and all of the characters, PC or NPC, that you feel have a place somewhere in our stories. Give a couple of notes, an entire history, a brief profile, a photo, whatever you'd like! The more, the merrier, in both numbers as well as depth of detail.

So....have at!

Minoko Funaki

Date: 2012-07-05 16:45 EST
Minoko Funaki

Age: 30 Birthday: October 30th Race: Human Height: 5"6" Weight: 132 pounds Bust Size: 36C Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Dark brown Marital Status: Married to Emlen Slane Occupation: Owner of the Black Scorpion Inn Current Residence: The Black Scorpion Inn Usually Seen Wearing: Kimonos, Hello Kitty t-shirts, jeans, sandals, a certain locket Weapon of Choice: Japanese bow

Abilities: The death of a powerful man awakened some dormant abilities within Minoko. Since then, training with Batosai has helped her to gain control over the element of metal. She was also educated in archery as a young girl by her father, a former samurai.

http://i49.tinypic.com/2jcsegh.jpg

((How Minoko would appear at 13 or so.))

Kingsley OConnor

Date: 2012-07-05 16:54 EST
Kingsley "Kings" O'Connor

Age: 21 Birthday: September 8th Race: Astral Height: 5"2" Hair Color: Chestnut brown Eye Color: Green, vibrant Marital Status: She really doesn't have a clue (single?) Other Defining Attributes: N/A

Detailed Physical Description: The first thing that was usually noticeable about Kingsley was just how tiny she was. Short of stature and lithe of bone, she was a small slip of a thing barely weighing a hundred pounds. She didn't mind this though, instead using it to her advantage of staying out of the way and avoiding prying eyes. ((To be continued!! Still working on it but just wanted to get it up here.))

Abilities: If only she knew half of them, she'd be happy to let some people know. But, being an Astral, and one without much knowledge of what exactly that is supposed to mean, she's more than a little lost as to what she is and what she's supposed to be able to do. Healing herself has at least been a somewhat constant ability she has discovered, even though she doesn't necessarily understand how how to make it work. It just sort of happens on its own, which isn't exactly the most useful but at least it works. As for other abilities, she's been pretty much left clueless. Supposedly time will tell what other things she'll become capable of and, thankfully, she's a patient girl.

Personality: Quiet, kind, friendly and more than slightly naive, Kingsley isn't like most typical girls her age, especially the ones in Rhydin. She doesn't take offense or let it spoil her though, continuing to stick to her more subtle ways. She'd do anything for a friend, having a strange understanding for most situations and being able to find a way to make people feel better even on the worst of days. Family means everything to her, even though hers hasn't been as close as of late, and she tends to keep the title of "little sister" close to her heart.

Other: ((In progress))

Logan OConnor

Date: 2012-07-05 21:13 EST
Logan O'Connor

Age: 32 Birthday: July 15th Race: Human Height: 6' 5.5" Hair Color: Dirty blonde Eye Color: Blue Marital Status: Single Profession: Architect, carpenter, mason, handy man Other Defining Attributes: Celtic cross tattoo on left bicep

Detailed Physical Description: By nature he was a lean thing and had a body that tended toward muscle, something that he found very easy to keep with the splattering of physical labor jobs that he always seemed to find. Dirty blond hair fell just below the eyes and he was almost always found wearing a coating of facial hair, bearing thin scruff at the very least. Those Irish eyes were indeed often found smiling, the blue color of them vibrant and clear and yet another variation of the traits of the O'Connor clan.

Abilities: Going along with his chosen profession, Logan was talented with his hands. While his current project was renovating an old, run-down church, his gift of architecture and skill at building didn't just stop at the religious. They were just the most common jobs he accepted.

Personality: Logan was relatively mild, or at least that's what people tended to say about him, and a simple man to the core. He was strong, not in just physicality but as a person as well, and he took the role of being the oldest brother of the O'Connor children to heart. Protective of his family, that same characteristic spread out to their closest friends as well. In fact, if there was anything that he could do to help someone else, there was pretty much nothing that could hold that man back from doing it - something that, thankfully, hasn't gotten him into trouble. Yet.

Quillan OConnor

Date: 2012-07-05 21:18 EST
Quillan "Quill" O'Connor

Age: 30 Birthday: January 16th Race: Human Height: 5' 10.5" Natural Hair Color: Blonde Natural Eye Color: Storm blue Marital Status: Widowed Other Defining Attributes: N/A

Detailed Physical Description: The second eldest and twin to Kilean, she was the most blonde out of all the O'Connors. Her hair was kept natural and long, the color brilliant and true, and it was left to fall to her mid-back in loose waves. Eyes were of a storm-cloud blue, made of steel and snow and open sky. She was tall for a woman (5'10 1/2" to be exact) and she had the subtle shaping of a lean body rather than the supple curves of a well-endowed woman. But regardless of that, Quillan had enough of an effect to sink a ship with just the cut of a look and her presence alone oftentimes commanded some sort of respect. Her style was simple. Jeans, tank tops, t-shirts, sweaters; always accompanied by those well-worn boots she could never seem to get rid of. And even through all the ever-changing attire, she still wore that silver band on her left ring finger even though its match had been long ago buried with its wearer.

Abilities: Other than taking care of house, home and family, it really wasn't known what Quillan could do. She really didn't open up to enough people for them to know.

Personality: Most people, upon initial meeting, could only call Quillan "cold", but she had a reason for being such a way - and one she didn't quite like talking about. Deep in her heart, though, she was a good woman; kind, caring, protective of her family and strong in every way she needed to be and then some. It was just nearly impossible to see any of the warmth that usually came along with all of those positive characteristics. For lack of a better term, Quillan was a very hard woman to get to close to.

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http://www.myalilarter.com/pic/20090815/ali_larter_and_hayes_macArthur_wed_-_August_01,_2009/ali_larter_hayes_macarthur_wed_01.jpg ((Wedding portrait of Quill and her deceased husband, Brandon))

Kilean OConnor

Date: 2012-07-05 21:20 EST
Kilean "Kil" O'Connor

Age: 30 Birthday: January 16th Race: Human Height: 6'2" Natural Hair Color: Sandy blonde Natural Eye Color: Steel blue Marital status: Single Other Defining Attributes: Unknown

Detailed Physical Description: Kilean stood just shy of 6'2" and had a natural definition that even his brother, Brenton, was jealous of. Sandy blonde hair fell messy past his eyes, the sun having bleached it into a variety of shades, and those eyes were of a steel blue rimmed with a thin strip of near-black.

Abilities: He was a tinker, his talents running through a myriad of skills, although most of them were quite random and he could never seem to settle on just one for long. His most recent of trades was fixing and creating clocks, their internal workings providing him with a intricacy that helped set him away from the rest of things in life. He also played the fiddle along with his twin sister, the two always having had this innate ability to play with one another in pure harmony even without knowing the tune.

Personality: Kilean was the twin to Quillan, the few minutes between their birth making him the third in line. He was of a general good nature, just as most of the O'Connors were, even though at times he could have a temper. He had had a troubled life. Some would say that he's damn lucky to be alive. He had been through some things, some being his fault and some not, but it could be said that he had left most of that all behind. Most.

Brenton OConnor

Date: 2012-07-05 21:24 EST
Brenton O'Connor

Age: 28 Birthday: November 3rd Race: Human Height: 6'2" Natural Hair Color: Dark brown Natural Eye Color: Blue Marital Status: Taken - Dating Eris Other Defining Attributes: Scar at center of torso

Detailed Physical Description: Brenton was the middle child of the O'Connor children and wore one of the many varied looks, having the "tall, dark, and handsome" thing down pat. Nearing 6'2", he had a body that was well worked for and skin that was decently tanned by hours in the sun. Dark hair could be worn either messy or meticulously groomed, although he tended to favor the former out of lethargic rebellion. But despite the generally dark looks, his eyes were of a striking blue, something he found to his advantage. As cliche as it sounds, the word "piercing" would come to mind. Typical clothing, nothing out of the ordinary. Jeans, t-shirts, button-ups (always left open), boots. There'd be a thick leather jacket when the weather permitted, almost always accompanied by the roar of his bike. The only thing that stood out was a ring - golden band, embossed with Celtic knot-work and centered by a round emerald stone, worn on his right ring finger.

Abilities: He was a sculptor, although he didn't much talk about his work. When Brenton created something, he didn't tend to flaunt it. Sure, he sold his work and it paid for a pretty well-off life, but he had other interests that were far more intriguing to him. He had a second job, if '"job" could be considered the right word, but he didn't much talk about that either - kept the bad things at bay. But no matter what, he always found the time to play music with his family. Who else was going to create the sound of his homeland? Yeah, that's right. This bad boy plays the bagpipes.

Personality: He was a bad boy, simply stated. He wasn't shy nor did he lack for any amount of self-confidence and, being that, Brenton was considered the loner of the O'Connor children. Not that he ignored his siblings or didn't care for them. It was quite the opposite. He just had his own way of living that did best by him being on his own.

Donovan OConnor

Date: 2012-07-05 21:30 EST
Donovan O'Connor

Age: 26 Birthday: July 23rd Race: Human Height: 5' 10" Natural Hair Color: Light brown Natural Eye Color: Coppery brown with green Marital Status: Married Children: Two, adopted - Meredith (4) & Jacob (2) Other Defining Attributes: None Occupation: Writer, poet, piano player

Detailed Physical Description: He was the middle child of the O'Connors and followed the pattern of varied appearances. Light brown hair was kept styled and neat, not short enough to be called a buzz but not long enough to be considered unruly either. There was happiness in his eyes, something he would thank his wonderful wife for, and when he smiled the green tinge that was hidden in the coppery brown seemed to lighten of their own accord.

Abilities: Not much other than being a typical human being, loving his family, being a caring husband and a great dad.

Personality: He's quiet and kind. That basically sums him up.

Kellan OConnor

Date: 2012-07-05 21:35 EST
Kellan O'Connor

Age: Says he's 21 Birthday: September 8th - Kingsley's twin Race: Human Height: 6' 0" Natural Hair Color: Dirty blonde Natural Eye Color: Dark umber Marital Status: Single (damn it!) Other Defining Attributes: None that he's telling his family about

Detailed Physical Description: Yet another version of the O'Connor looks, Kellan was host to hair of such a dirty blond that it could almost be considered brown and eyes that were of a dark umber, so unlike the various blues and greens that his siblings had. His body had a natural leanness to it, lent aid by his height of an even 6'. Hair was kept somewhat long, enough to be left a mess, and a layer of scruff always covered his jaw.

Abilities: Put a piece of broken machinery in front of him and you'd be hard pressed to get him to let up on it until it was entirely fixed, if not better. Sit him behind a drum set or put one in his hands and he can beat out any sort of tune you'd please. He might even sing a little too, if you ask him nicely.

Personality: One of the youngest of all the siblings, a half of the second set of twins, Kellan had that "could care less" attitude that his eldest brother practically despised. He tended toward a more easy-going, live-life-to-its-fullest type of lifestyle and oftentimes became notorious for it in whatever city he occupied at the time.

Other: N/A http://i61.tinypic.com/11lkmlf.jpg ((As a child playing the drums))

Fallon OConnor

Date: 2012-07-05 21:47 EST
Fallon "Fal" O'Connor

Age: 28, maybe? She doesn't like telling. Birthday: October 18th Race: Human, perhaps Height: 5' 9" Natural Hair Color: Blonde Natural Eye Color: Blue, mostly Marital Status: Single Relation to other O'Connors: Cousin

Detailed Physical Description: Fal had a classic look. Fae-like appearances, blonde hair that was wavy and full, and blue eyes that were brilliant and clear. The latter upon closer inspection, however, would be proven not quite true as sectoral heterochromia tampered with them by bringing a single streak of brown through the lower outside corner of the left eye. A mark of something impure, as silent as the truth of that mark went. But after all, purity could only be so much fun, right"

Personality: She was that laid-back, easy-going type of girl, always able to whip up a quick remark and roll with the punches. It didn't matter how little of a time Fallon had lived in one area, she always seemed like had been there for years.

Abilities: She was a potter by trade and choice and loved every minute of her craft, the moments where she was sitting in front of her wheel playing clay between her fingers being some of her happiest. She wasn't bad with a guitar either and had one of those voices you could just picture hearing in the corner of some smokey bar, all wrapped up in her own little world. But there was just something else about her, something that didn't sit quite right. She wouldn't be saying anything about it, not to just anyone anyway, but she couldn't quite hide it all the way either. She didn't know how. That kind of happened when you weren't quite normal, and Fallon was far from.

Champion of Few

Date: 2012-07-07 19:34 EST
Sai "The Gunslinger"

Age: 32 (?) Birthday: Unknown Origin: "The West" Race: Human, one would think Height: 6'4" Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Very blue Marital Status: N/A Other Defining Attributes: N/A

Detailed Physical Description: He definitely looked like he had been around a block or two, although he somehow managed to not look entirely worse for wear. Long dark hair was left to its own devices, usually only kept back when the cowboy hat was in place, and a decent amount of scruff lined his jaw. Most of his attire leaned toward the darker shades, although his eyes were undoubtedly blue; often the only bright color he wore.

Abilities: Guns were his weapons of choice, although not the only. He didn't usually carry his full arsenal around but he never did leave the house (or apartment, or hotel, or alley, or whatever) without at least one of his .45 pistols and a Bowie knife, and sometimes even an old fashioned six-shooter. Other than his weaponry, it was somewhat difficult to discern what abilities he was in possession of. Even those that have known him for awhile couldn't see to come close to understanding half of what the Gunslinger could do.

Personality: Quiet, stoic, but by no means incapable. Sai's shell was a hard one to crack but once you did, and found yourself on the good side of the fence, he was probably one of the most loyal men you would ever meet. The entire O'Connor family felt wholeheartedly blessed to have him as their personal guardian. Those that landed on the other side, however, cursed their worst luck possible at gaining an enemy as cold-hearted and determined as the never-resting Gunslinger.

http://i67.tinypic.com/2r1z5vd.png A picture from when Sai was about 18 years of age. Don't ask where the photo came from though. He'd probably just shoot you.

Katan

Date: 2012-08-13 17:12 EST
Katan Merridew

Age: 33 Birthday: December 5th, 1984 Race: Human Height: 5"11" Weight: 164 pounds Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Gray-blue Marital Status: Dating Phoenix Occupation: Househusband Current Residence: Phoenix's cabin in Sama Usually Seen Wearing: Band tees, jeans, gym shoes, a brown leather jacket Weapon: Phoenix Alternate Weapons of Choice: His fists, baseball bat

Abilities: Nothing that would be considered very useful in Rhy'Din.

Other: Katan's partying days seem to be over for the most part. He now spends most of his free time with his kids, Addison and Kato.

http://i45.tinypic.com/2q86jbk.jpg ((Pictured is a young Katan playing Atari.))

Jonas Irin

Date: 2012-09-03 13:16 EST
Jonas Irin

Age: 32 (?) Birthday: Unknown Race: Human, although that doesn't seem quite right Height: 6'4" Hair Color: Dirty blonde Eye Color: Very blue Marital Status: Single Profession: Hard to tell

Other Defining Attributes: Other than his striking blue eyes, Jonas has this feeling about him, as if something about him is just strange. It's hard to pinpoint or put a finger on but it definitely is there.

Detailed Physical Description: Tall at 6'4" and with a solid frame, Jonas had the look of a durable and formidable man. Blonde hair was kept long, passing the shoulders, and his eyes were of an unearthly, eerie shade of blue. Clothing was simple; jeans, t-shirts, heavy-duty boots. Nothing peculiar, nothing out of place. But if one were to look carefully, to give a good study, to just sit and stare, well....Something wasn't quite natural about him. Something wasn't quite right.

Abilities: The man is a walking book of secrets. Sadly for others, he doesn't much like simply handing those secrets out. Or maybe it really is for the better.

Personality: Again, another difficult part of Jonas to pinpoint. Most of the time he's quiet, yet not in the shy sort of way. But overall he seems friendly enough. Sometimes he can even be a flirt.

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The Mage

Date: 2012-09-04 17:20 EST
Lyric Merridew

Age: 29 Birthday: January 14th, 1989 Race: Human Height: 5"2" Weight: 95 pounds Bust Size: 32A Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Gray-blue Marital Status: Single Occupation: Mage Current Residence: An apartment located near Rhy'Din's public library Usually Seen Wearing: Cloaks, dresses and ballet flats, or t-shirts and reading glasses if you catch her at home Weapon of Choice: Her staff

Abilities: Originally Lyric thought that her powers were limited to healing and being able to peek into other people's dreams. But after enrolling at a local psychic academy she realized that she was capable of much more than that. Dream seeing has turned into full blown mind reading, and Lyric is now able to gather holy energy to form a powerful offensive attack. She is also a very skilled flautist.

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Champion of Few

Date: 2012-09-12 14:24 EST
Mahg "The Witch"

Age: Unknown Birthday: Unknown Race: Elven Height: 5' Hair Color: Auburn Eye Color: Orange

Detailed Physical Description: She stood at a short height and was slight of build, although the latter was honed with the precise lines of muscles that spoke tribute to her highly tapered ears. Her pale skin was smooth yet tinted, as if she had smeared dirt and soot all over, and tattoos marred her face and what could be seen of her chest and arms. It was suitable to assume that she had tattoos everywhere else as well. She wore most of her auburn hair in a thick bundle of braids and loose dreads, what little being left to natural texture being bound by strips of leather or beads, the entirety of it decorated with more than a dozen trinkets, feathers and bells. If she peeled back her pale lips to give what would pass as a creepy smile, she would expose a set of surprisingly white and straight teeth. They were probably the single clean thing on her.

Abilities: She's a voodoo woman, a witch, a priestess of things better left unmentioned. It was highly unlikely that anyone knew just what she was capable of.

Personality: Strange, eerie, creepy and unpredictable. Those four words were the best to describe the elven woman.

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Elijah Waltz

Date: 2012-12-21 08:02 EST
Elijah Waltz "The Cowboy Without a Gun"

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Age: 23 Birthday: August 7th Race: Nephilim Height: 6"2" Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Marital Status: Appears to be involved with Kingsley in some manner Profession: Demon hunter, guardian, bare knuckle-boxer on occasion Other Defining Attributes: Tattoo of a cat's silhouette on his right forearm, often goes unnoticed under his sleeve, several scars from various fights most prominent of which are rings around his wrists

Weapon of Choice: His fists

Detailed Physical Description: Though possessing of an extraordinary strength, his muscle is hardly what one would call bulky. He has a lean build consisting of lightly toned muscle, his skin seems a touch too pale in some lights, but that's because he does most of his working at night. His hair is usually kept short and brushed back, his face clean shaven but for a neatly groomed mustache and a small patch of hair on his chin. He favors comfortable clothes of plain colors, often brown, made of strong, durable material.

Abilities: Resourceful enough to turn nearly everything at hand into a weapon, and if that fails, his fists. Additionally, he seems to possess a superhuman strength that allows him to punch solid stone and shatter it with little damage to his body, and can withstand an extraordinary amount of damage before succumbing to it. There is much, much more untapped potential lying in wait, locked away in his mind, but he has no knowledge of this.

Personality: There's a calmness to him that hangs in the air with every word. He's always polite, especially to those he doesn't know very well. Additionally, he's always willing to lend a helping hand whenever he can and more than ready to offer advice to those who will listen. He's fond of drinking, but seems to have his vice under control and few alive can say they've ever seen him truly drunk. He doesn't boast very often about anything and offers few details about himself, even when directly asked. He speaks with a faintly southern drawl that is more pronounced with some words than others and appears to possess a wisdom that surpasses his age.

Other: Born from the union between man and angel, Elijah was raised an orphan with no knowledge of his parents or what they were, and subsequently, what he is. He was adopted into an order with roots in the ancient Templar Order, thought to be disbanded. The order trains young men and women to seek out and hunt demons before they can sew discord through the world, while attempting to discover the means of locking the Hell Gate. Elijah's superiors know of the divine blood in his veins but have chosen to withhold this information from him for the time being. Whether or not they ever intend to reveal it remains a mystery.

Eris

Date: 2013-02-21 09:51 EST
Eris, Goddess of Chaos, Strife and Discord

Age: Seriously' Old enough. Race: Olympian Height: 5'3" Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Deep Brown to Black Connection to O'Connors: Dating Brenton

Detailed Physical Description: The Greek Goddess of Discord. Some might say she is diminutive, standing only a few inches over five foot tall. While that may be true, what she lacks in size is more than made up for in attitude. Jet black hair with smoldering, dark brown eyes, the woman will stare down any challenger without batting an eyelash. Growing up in a family like hers, that's just her way. Stand up for yourself or they'll do something awful to you. When in the company of her family, Eris prefers to wear black leather to contrast their snowy white robes. As if any of them, besides Artemis, should be wearing the color of innocence. When appearing elsewhere, she could easily fit into any surroundings. Identifying Marks: Tattoo of constellation Orion on left hip and star shaped scar over her heart left from Eros' (Cupid) arrow.

Abilities: By nature, she's not evil. Her presence simply enhances whatever those around her are already feeling. Jealousy, rage, ambition, love, hate, lust- you name it and she'll help you feel it times ten. Eris can be a bit of a prankster, might need more of a censor on her mouth in certain situations, impulsive and quick to bite. Literally sometimes. Her gifts from birth tend to be the ability to lead people down the wrong path. Somewhat like the devil's advocate. Talks people into going along with things they know darn well are wrong. If it looks fun, it's fun. They might lose a hand in the process. But they've got an extra one! She is also able to move from one place to another without use of the physical plane..aka teleport.

Personality: She tends to be a handful with a wild heart and need to adventure. All the legends told of her, as well as the other Greek Gods, are not always true. Eris does her job as Chaos when directed to do so. Otherwise, she prefers to keep her life separate from the madness that is Olympus. For the most part, people know Eris as fun loving, giving and always up for a good time. She's also faithful and steadfast in friendships and most of her family relations. Not all...do you know how many Gods and Goddesses she's gotta acknowledge as family' Some of them are crazy!

Other: Eris made a binding contract with Zeus to allow her to live a 'normal' life until the natural end of her own physical body. Basically, she wants him to stay out of her business. He's not real good about keeping his word so some form of interference will always happen like trying to kill her with Cupid's arrow to hasten her 'death. For a time, he'd weakened her abilities; but, after another incident at Olympus which Brenton was involved in, Eris took measures to return to full strength. No one messes with him, especially Zeus. Even the Big Guy on the mountain respects the ingenuity of his greatest design.

Motoko Funaki

Date: 2013-02-22 03:19 EST
Motoko Funaki-McCesney

Age: 30 Birthday: October 30th Race: Human Height: 5"6" Weight: 140 pounds Bust Size: 36C Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Dark brown Marital Status: Married to Spencer McCesney Occupation: Bar owner (see Weston's Tavern on the Rhy'Din map) Current Residence: A house located near the marketplace (see McCesney Residence on the Rhy'Din map) Usually Seen Wearing: Blouses, corduroys, long skirts, sandals, an amethyst pendant Weapon of Choice: Katana

Abilities: Like her sister, Motoko was also trained by their father. She can be considered deadly with a katana in hand. Something that very few people know is that Motoko has an excellent singing voice.

Other: Motoko has four children: Weston, Colin and Raiden, who are twins, and Tsukiko. She is prone to smoking cigarettes once they're all in bed.

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((Motoko at 15.))

Martyr

Date: 2013-04-24 04:18 EST
Caia "Martyr" Slane

Age: 21 Birthday: June 3rd Height: 5"7?" Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye Color: Violet. Weight: 125 pounds. Bust size: 34B Marital status: Single Parents: Clara Mars, Solaris Slane Siblings: Emlen Slane (Brother.) Aviana Slane (Half-sister.) Children: Max Marval (Daughter.) Occupation: Unemployed Current Residence: In her cabin with Max. Usually Seen Wearing: Martyr loves anything from the casual t-shirt and jeans, to cute little sundresses that show off her too-pale legs and leave her self-conscious as ever. Still, it's what she "came in to the world" in, and she has an attachment for them. She's always seen wearing either boots, or flip-flops. Abilities: Rapid cell regeneration-Living weapon qualities that give her multiple weapon forms, however she can transform her hand into a metal claw-Blood healing properties-Touch healing abilities-and soul blasting abilities. Weapon of choice: Not the aggressive type, she tries not to use force. Though to protect her friends, she will use the blade Nazareth has given her.

Emlen Slane

Date: 2013-04-24 04:28 EST
Emlen "Joker" Slane

Age: 25 Birthday: May 22nd Race: Unclassified immortal"living weapon. Height: 6"2?" Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye Color: Deep blue Weight: 190 pounds Bust size: Not even mosquito bumps" Marital status: Married to Minoko Parents: Clara Mars, Solaris Slane Siblings: Martyr Slane (Sister.) Aviana Slane (Half-sister.) Occupation: Lumberjack, everyone's construction bitch Current Residence: A few, though his seems to prefer the tree house. Usually Seen Wearing: Fitted t-shirt that he never wears for long, jeans with a belt always holding his pants up. Aside from that, he wears a pair of fully black sneakers. His girly locket hasn't been seen in quite some time. Abilities: Rapid cell regeneration-Living weapon qualities that give him the form of a chainsaw when wielded by another; without a handler he can still use his weapon ability a chain spinning and winding around his body. Weapon of choice: Himself. Though he's been known to carry a sword.

Val

Date: 2013-05-20 03:24 EST
Name: Valcroix—call 'em Val.

Age: Older'n Dirt.

Birthday: March 1st.

Race: Dominion.

Originated: The Dominion of Gailey.

Occupation: COO of RDC Insurance Group.

Family: Very removed; brother to Nazareth, father to Little Max Marval.

Appearance: Tall, stern, lank, unhappy, squinty red eyes, sharp nose, thin jaw, bony fingers, overcoats, dark-hued oxfords and neckties.

Skills/Abilities: Little bit faster, a touch keener. Oh, and he can do cool things like turn stone to sand and neckties into swords. And with that being said, Val is quite partial to edged weapons, obsessively so. Very personal.

ETCs: Likes expensive Cognacs; dislikes automobiles; his second-hand smoke has claimed fourteen victims; has a hatred for television; loves crosswords; hasn't a love of money, doesn't mind spending it however; was raised in a desert; his sister's a sociopath; his mother's a despot; cares very little about the goings-on outside his home.

Emlen Slane

Date: 2013-06-07 08:58 EST
Junia Stone

Character status: NPC

Age: 23

Birthday: September 16th

Race: Human.

Weapon: Orchid Evans

Height: 5"6?"

Weight: 125 Pounds.

Cup size: 32C

Marital status: Single.

Interested in: Caia Slane

Personality: The soft and silent type. Save for people from the village, a few trash-talked/ass-kicked enemies, Junia doesn't speak much. Before her sister died, it was impossible to shut her up. She'd been the type to never take a thing seriously' Now" Now she's a hardened warrior hell-bent on getting revenge from her sister's murder.

Brief history: A care-free kid growing up, even more so as a teenager. Her sibling had done most of the battling for the family. Still, she'd gotten practice in with her own weapon, and was the winner of many spars. She always lost to one person though, Novia Stone. Her entire life, she practiced for the one day, she could beat her sister in the arena. That day never came" Once her sister died, all the jokes, all the laughter, it all faded away' Now she lives the life of a warrior of Sama.

Remembered quotes: "Emlen didn't kill Novia, Mom. A man did, and he's roaming free while we blame the one man who would have given up his life for her if he could die..." " "I don't entirely agree with you dating my sister, because you're supposed to be with Orchid"but if you make her happy, there's nothing I can do about it."



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Emlen Slane

Date: 2013-06-07 09:37 EST
Novia Stone

Character status: NPC"Deceased"May come back in some form.

Age: 20 (Would have been 24)

Birthday: February 6th

Race: Human.

Weapon: Emlen Slane

Height: 5"7?"

Weight: 127 Pounds.

Cup size: 34B

Marital status: Was in a relationship with Emlen Slane.

Interested in: N/A

Personality: Novia was fierce, moody, and hard-headed. It was impossible to keep her down and out, even when injured, she still fought. She treated every situation as potentially dangerous, and kept a guard up at all times. Despite her seemingly fragile appearance, Novia had quite a temper.

Brief history: Her father died when she was young, in a raid that killed both him and his weapon. Emlen and Novia were paired as weapon and handler at an early age. They despised one another. They needed one another. She couldn't stand Emlen's nonchalant attitude toward everything, but despite that, the boy still managed to make her laugh"and she managed to make him care about something other than himself.

Remembered quotes: "Something about your stupid face makes me smile?" " "Your job as a weapon might be to die for me"but your job as my boyfriend is to be around forever." " "Say it again, and I'll cut your tongue out until it doesn't grow back?" " "Junia" Life isn't cruel. People are cruel."

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Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-06-21 03:52 EST
Phoenix Black

Age: Questionable...

Birthday: January 6th

Race: Unclassified Immortal"Living weapon

Weapon form: Full-body armor.

Height: 5"7?"

Weight: 125 Pounds.

Cup size: 34B

Eye color: Silver

Hair color: Brown

Marital status: Baby mama of Katan

Interested in: Lucky Charms

Personality: "A witch with a capital B and I don't mean Bewitched." Phoenix is a blood-thirsty hellion. She's temperamental and doesn't hesitate to use force in any situation with any type of person. Always angry, always enraged, Phoenix is the product of heartbreak and severance.

Brief history: After Martyr died, Phoenix was born. The stammering savior was in there somewhere, buried deep. She restored their relationship with Mayu, and the way it always seemed to, it ended. Phoenix let the insanity of death take her over, and she began murdering people. She tried to find the one person who could kill her" The person to take her down, was her mother, who sent her to her father, and Martyr was brought back. Phoenix was put into a crystal made of blood inside Martyr's head?

Maetron, after giving her a dominion soul and lending her extra power, put her soul into a new body. It was a clone of Martyr's, so though they still look the same, her hair and eyes are different color.

Beck

Date: 2015-03-16 20:47 EST
Rebecca Rawlins Nickname: Beck —Call her anything else, and die. Age: 24 Birthday: August 8th, 1990 Race: Awesome. Height: 5"4" Weight: 615 pounds. (Looks about 110 pounds.) Bust Size: 34B Hair Color: Dark brown. Eye Color: ...Pretty. Marital Status: Single Occupation: Emlen's caretaker? Weapon of Choice: Her bare hands.

Abilities: Sarcasm, puns...blowing shit up.

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Nero Clive

Date: 2016-11-29 20:35 EST
Nero Clive

Age: 21 Birthday: August 8th Race: Living Weapon Weapon Form: Labrys Height: 6"3" Weight: 147 pounds Hair Color: Auburn Eye Color: Green Marital Status: Single Occupation: Bar-back at the Black Scorpion Inn Current Residence: A studio apartment in WestEnd Usually Seen Wearing: He hasn't quite gotten to a point where he's comfortable in anything other than plain t-shirts and jeans.

Abilities: Currently without a handler, Nero's weapon form is limited to miniaturized axe blades coming out from either end of his wrist.

Other: Thanks to Solaris, Nero was trapped in his weapon form for eight years with Aviana as a handler. He's been out of it for the last two, but he still struggles with basic things like making eye contact and holding conversations past small talk.

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((Pictured is Nero's weapon form.))

Aviana Slane

Date: 2016-11-30 23:32 EST
Aviana Slane

Age: 15 Birthday: January 31st Race: A crossbreed between a Reaper and a Looker Height: 5"10?" Weight: 130lbs Eye color: Orange-red. Hair color: Between blonde and brown. Abilities: Upon eye contact, Aviana can manipulate memories, thoughts, etc" When contact is made, she can "persuade" the onlooker to do unspeakable things by mere suggestion. The victim usually finds themselves wanting to do what she says and often do not feel satisfied until it is done. Able to manipulate her own soul, and devour others" souls. Rapid cell regeneration. Weapons: None, refuses to use one since she's lost Nero. Relationships: Sawyer's torturer, they might be friends. It's unclear. There's also a strange, unclassified relationship to Nero, a weapon-handler bond that is as forced as everything else these days. Family: Daughter of Luna and Solaris Slane. Half-sister to Myles, Martyr, Emlen, Phoenix and Speck. Full blooded sister, and twin, to Cyprian Slane. Sexuality: Unclear. She comes across as A-sexual. Extra: Cannot feel even the slightest amount of pain, and through this, she has found a taste for inflicting pain on others. Since this is frowned upon, she tries mainly to focus it on Sawyer?though she does tend to fail.

Orchid Evans

Date: 2017-05-13 01:30 EST
Character status: Playable Character

Age: 28

Birthday: November 11th

Race: Living weapon.

Weapon form: Guillotine sword.

Handler: Junia Stone

Height: 4"8?"

Weight: 85 pounds.

Cup size: 32C

Relationship status: In a relationship with Davyn.

Pets: Tiger, her name is Toni.

Personality: Orchid is known to be serious when the situation calls for it, but she's a go-getter kind of person. Being small doesn't leave one with many advantages; she's learned that when something is wanted, that it needs to be taken. She could probably talk a deaf man's ear off and often tends to ramble on and on.

Brief history: Growing up in the village of Sama, her stunted stature did no justice to help her in her training. When she surfaced as a weapon, she left people impressed at her abilities, and eventually bonded with Junia as both weapon, and friend. Arranged to marry Emlen Slane by the elders of the village, Orchid couldn't have been happier. That was until her "fianc?" began to date his handler, which, incidentally was her handler's older sister. After Novia died, and Em left, Orchid and Junia picked up the battling slack around the village, and have been battling hard ever since. They're both growing tired of fighting.

After a brief relationship with Katan, Orchid found herself killed by Solaris" hand. Her soul was shattered outside of her body, and the fragments were used to kill her. Phoenix brought her back, weaving Orhcid's soul back together with pieces of her own. This was done out of care for Katan and nothing more. It was a nice gesture, but ultimately killed Phoenix for a short time. Orchid blamed herself, felt Katan blamed her, and it ultimately ended their relationship. She'd assumed they were done and moved on, after a fight, he ended up moving on himself. She stayed around to serve under Phoe's rule as the top battlers of Sama.

Now, Orchid is finding herself in a more open relationship with her current boyfriend, and has taken a few side lovers. Though, Phoenix's patchwork on her soul is beginning to come undone, and Orchid has found herself facing an impending destruction.

Extra facts: Orchid is famous in the Japanese community after the release of a graphic novel starring a character that was based off of her. She can't actually pronounce the name of it, but it roughly translates to "Tiny slut, big mouth." About a girl who fights crime, but talks way too much while doing it. "and is also a slut.

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