Topic: Character Profiles || The People Of The Empire

Sarah Belarus

Date: 2008-08-28 02:10 EST
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Sarah Belarus

Date: 2008-08-28 02:51 EST
Character Profile:

Last Name: Belarus
First Name: Sarah
Middle Name: Anne
Race: Imperial Core
Gender: Female
Birth Date: September 26, 1732 Earth Time Line
Age: 276 years standard Earth Rotation.
Hair Color: Blonde with strands of orange highlights at the tip.
Eye Color: Honey brown, almost pure golden.
Height and Weight: She stands roughly 5?10? and weighs near 135lbs by Earth measurements.
Other Physical Characteristics: One Desert Flower tribal tattoo on her right arm, shoulder, chest, and back? Unknown how far it goes. (See below for further details on markings.)

Prior information:

Last Name: Slythe
First Name: Sarah
Middle Name: Anne
Race: Canislupisinfectious- Werewolf.
Birth Date: September 26, 1732 Earth Time Line
Age: 276 years standard Earth Rotation.
Hair Color: Blonde with strands of orange highlights at the tip.
Eye Color: Honey brown, almost pure golden.
Height and Weight: She stands roughly 5?10? and weighs near 135lbs by Earth measurements.
Other Physical Characteristics: Numerous scars riddle her body. Claw like markings up and down her back and over her sides.

Social Information:

Family: Dust Belarus, Ash Brimmer, Syn Belarus, James Coffee, and Ambrianna Hestia Slythe.
Friends: Leighton, Ren Majin, and Gabriel Ashlocke + family.
Other Associations: None Known

History:

The name Slythe had been carried for numerous years until Sarah?s birth. Her birth was marked as the end of the family line. The knowledge of this enraged many of the elder male generations, even her father. Being a rather arrogant and insufferable family who tolerated nothing but pure blood and male heirs, they now had to succumb to the fact that their next heir was female. Since her birth Sarah was loathed and rejected, always treated bitterly and as a second class child, worthless and unworthy.

She was one of two children her father seeded. Her eldest sister is known by many as Brianna, to Sarah she is known as, Ambrianna Hestia Slythe III. Named for their mother where as Sarah was named for her grandmother. Instead of her sister being supportive, Sarah was abused and tormented by her sister due to the fact that Sarah would do anything she could to impress her father. Ambrianna would have nothing to do with the man or any that were loyal to him.

Sarah?s mother seemed to be the only supportive influence she had in live. Always there, always understanding through her daily turmoil as it haunted her from birth to the day she was bitten. She was always there for Sarah as pain and aggravation over took her in the strongest and weakest points. She was always proud of Sarah for following her heart and being loyal to the family where her eldest wasn?t. Her mother agreed with her husband when it came to the morels of the family. In her eyes the family Slythe was meant to be pure and proud to the end of the line.

Sarah grew up frowned upon. Her family never even believed that the girl would make the family proud. It was when Sarah turned ten years of age that the family would watch her closely. If she proved her worth in the stage of change where her kin would gain various gifts and depart from human normalcy they may have even been proud. When she did however, the games began. Her father saw new hope for the child and perhaps the change to restore the bloodline, even give it strength.

Where she had thought she had gained her father?s love, he was busy finding a way to throw her away. She would train relentlessly to work on any skill she could master, even muster. He would make bargain after deal with any powerful family until he found a fitting suitor. One the family Slythe could use to build their name again.

Through these days of plotting and visionary work, at least to her father? The Slythe family seemingly ignored one family and the efforts they were taking against the clan. The Thane family was not pleased with the advances made by the Slythe family. They were a proud family that had seen their generations pass. The eldest was Sabin, a man roughly in his 500s due to the illness that plagued his family. Werewolf. He also had plans.

As Sarah turned the age of 12 he sent Sabin sent his daughter Penny to make sure that the Family Slythe would never be able to produce an heir. The day of her 12th birthday Sarah was bitten by the werewolf child of Sabin Thane. Beginning a long feud between both families.

It was when this happened that Sarah began to open her eyes to the reality of her father?s cruelty. She was growing more and more aware that the love she wanted was not a love he could give. When she was finally considered free enough, some two hundred and fifty years later, she took the first opportune moment to escape the insufferable man.

She was sent to seek out the one that bit her. In the process, she managed to capture the youngest and heirs to the Thane clan. The thirst she had for revenge seemed focused bitterly on making Penny Thane pay for her immortality. She was pained with the fact that she had to live with her father?s hate for so very long. Sarah was bitter, very bitter, and she wanted to make sure that any hurt she had would wipe away with the Thane family?s extinction.

It was one chance night that Sarah met up with Penny Thane on a world similar to Rhy?Din. There they clashed during the intoxication of the full moon. Neither had control over their beasty states. Both became vicious and were unable to see what was coming next. As Sarah claimed her victory over Penny, Penny spoke a curse that was very? ironic.

?Sarah Slythe, See a Penny, Pick it up, All your life, You?ll have bad Luck.?

Those words did ring true. Right as Sarah was about to make the killing blow she was captured by a Demon determined to make Sarah his slave. And he succeeded. He managed to take half her soul in the process. Shadows were wrapped around her neck and the darker side came out of her. She had been infected and it showed even down to the depths of her basic physical appearance.

She did everything she was ordered without question to her morels. It would eventually force her into trouble she had never experienced before and marked her with a fear that would haunt her for the rest of her life. Sarah was subjected to torture, her arm slowly being chewed on by razor sharp fangs of a dragoness defending her family. Her arm was almost clean off when she was saved by the Dragoness? brother.

The conditions would turn the collar into shadows, willing to take her life at the slightest mistake. If Sarah were to stray for but a moment it would be her death. She was not allowed to be summoned, called, or forced to do orders again for the first demon who was gripping half her soul. Her light was back and flowing through her body. Soul restored while she was captured as a slave to another demon.

It was on this night that she met Dust. Dust Belarus set her free that night. She had moved to sleep in her crate for the night, when Dust happened on the Alley way. They had recognized each other from their brief meeting shortly before. It was then that Dust Belarus swore to protect the little Slythe girl. And she then found herself a place to stay sooner or later by his side.

When they went on Vacation she found her feelings for Dust growing. And shortly into the Vacation she professed her love for the Core. That emotion was returned. It was returned full heartedly. It was the beginning of something special and wonderful in her life and there were plenty surprises afterwards to keep her love for him continually growing.

Through recent events she has found all curses have been lifted and she was free to live her own life. The best thing about being free from things that hindered her is now she has more time to spend with Dust. Becoming a Core was a dream come true to her and an honor. It was even more of an honor when she learned she was a Belarus? Mrs. Belarus. Dust?s partner and the love of his life for as many years as he wants her.


Skills~

(Still working on the basics will update as soon as possible.)

Appearance~
(This work is an Original Making of Dust Belarus Art? Please? Just don?t copy paste.)

http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg313/Buddah_Punk_Ninja/Sarahfinalconcept.jpg

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Gabriel Ashlocke

Date: 2008-10-04 03:12 EST
Last Name: AShlocke
First Name: Gabriel
Middle Name: Never given one at Birth. Many spectulate from his history that HIs middle name was Gabriel due to the fact he was always called A8196 Gabriel Ashlocke
Race: Mut. A genetic combination of several differnt gene types.
Gender: Male
Birth Date:
Age: Unknown.
Eye Color: Purple
Hair Color: Purple
Height and Weight: 6' 3", 210LBs.
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Social Information~

Family: Rachel(wife) and Marie(Daughter) Ashlocke
Friends: Ren Majin, Hina Urameshi, Jade Rogue.

History~

When it comes to most people history they have a bright or shinny story. This book however starts dark and stays that way. At birth , his cruel and seemingly uncaring father, offered him to the government for their super soldier program. Well the very person that was appointed to over see the program was none other then Gabriel's father himself. Other then most. Gabriel was treated the harshest, trained the most, and broken till he was almost Calcide material.

It would be on a day-in, day-out basis, Gabriel's father would take him for bone regeneration so he could be broken all over again. ON multiple occassions would Gabriel go through the Bone Regenerator several times a day. The other kids went through it once a week.

WHen it came to hand-to-hand weapons combat at the age of six. His father would take him into a room apart from everyone and fight Gabriel himself. He would either take and hold nothing back against Gabriel. Or he would have him tied down and beaten untill blood died his clothes permanent red or till he was covered in blood trails.

There was always one instructor that would treat him nicer. But when , more like every time, his father found out. Gabriel was forced to be beaten by the person who was going easy on him. It got to the point some times where Gabriel would have skin ripped from his bones from all the lashings he went through for his actions.

He could remember when at night he sent to his room with half rations. A small bottle of water and nothing but a half a sandwich. He would always remember eating and drinking the water as fast as he could. CHoking from lack of food.

Now unlike the Average eight year old boy. It was strange for him cause he only weighed fourty-five pounds. Rachel would always stand in the entrance to his room. See how he wouldnt even lay on the bunk he had, lay curled in the corner crying himself to sleep from the beating he was given before his bed time. Most kids got stories. Others got some other type of Parental interactions, Gabriel got the worst imagineable...Psychological assaults.

The age of Nine came and he was as cold and as emotionless as anyone in the super soldier program could become. He saw one of the kids in his group. The kid who had a room right beside him infact, pulled out infront of the entire group and tortured, being used as an example for failing to learn.

Now if anyone could have seen what ws going on in this place, they would have shut it down and all the people participating would have been jailed till they died. But its a good thing this facility was in the one place the Constitution of America didnt have any effect. At ten...and this was the most greavous year of his life. He would be taken, given a gun and tolled to "Weed out the weak"...And Gabriel did it without mercy.

It got to the sixth month point when his father came into his room and was glad that the bastard of a son he had was finally eing of worth to someone. He had put p with the same things for another month. Finally....something NO ONE would ever see from him.

All the people in the entire complex awoke to blaring alarms and sirens. Gabriel had broken out of his room, more like someone let him out, and he was destroying the facility little by little.

He would barely have to do anything when it came down to it. He just seemed like a demon straight from hell. Every guard would lay in broken heeps or just piles of mauled flesh or body parts strewn everywhere. Many would say that they havent seen the pleasure of seeing what happens to a human head if it was ran under a two hundred pound rolling wheel. Gabrile has.

When all the guards were basically dead, more like F'in obliterated without little effort, he moved for Mom and Poip. Now there was something to see. His dad saw the camera recordings....His mother was shocked at the demon her son was. But in all reality it was them who were the demons. Gabriel';s father always carried a Flamethrower in the foot locker under his desk. Would help against Gabriel. Wasnt sure. But he might have had the chance to use it if Gabriel didnt right then and there liquify his parents.

A sickening sight seeing someone melt from the inside out. Gabriel's anger had somehow forced his master of his inner powers. He could kill without touching them, his hands were nearly clenched shut, a small fire ball in each, melting his parents from the inside out. He would stand over the two pools of blood and human remains and smile. It wasnt a wicked smile. It was evil. Evil in its purest form.

He set the base to over load and left in a flash. He hadnt re-surfaced till he was about sixteen years old. He was sleeping in a cave somewhere. His clothes were ragedy. He hadnt seen any medical professionals in months, he was covered almost in puer scabs.

Hell his leg muscles were nearly shot to hell, he couldnt half stand without something to lean his body weight to. He was walking back into the cave when he knew his stick broke, but he never remembered hitting the rock floor, course he was passed out by then from not eating or drinking right.

He did awake in a hospital somewhere in a near full body cast. His right and everything from the neck up wasnt in a cast. That just shows much tissue reconstruction surgery was done on him.

WHen he had gone through the physical therapy and was able to walk on his own. He grabbed new clothes and was out of there. He felt in danger constantly even if he had killed the only two people who would harm him. He didnt kill after the night he killed mom and pop. But he always heard that someone he had faced and spared was mystriously found dead. He knew he didnt do it but who?



Skills~ He is skilled with a multitude of blades ranging from throwing knives to buster level swords with ease.



Appearance~ ((See profile))


Now History~

He has been hapily married for a time. He had finally laid down his sword. He only fioght when the need arrises and only if his Family is in immediate danger or if they will be in the long run.

His daughter Marie Lynn AShlocke is like him in more ways than one. She is as stubborn and as free spirited. She nay have daddy wrapped around her widdle finger. But Gabriel can be Big Bad Daddy in a heart beat. Rachel normally handles the discipline because of how Gabriel has a certain thing he tries not to become.

If Mommy tells Marie she cant have desert. Gabriel sneeks he a peice of Pie or Cake into her room and lets Marie get hyper and then unleash the little terror upon her mother. Yes Gabriel does get in trouble, but Rachel cant help but love him.

Ever since he had gotten into Rhy`Din he has had one bad turn after another till now. THe Balerus Crops. His wife and Daughter. Many say he didnt grow up. That he was abducted by aliens and was replaced. A good portion of his friends believe he has grown up and are hapy for him.

I mean take a kid who was timid and did anything not to get beat. To getting somewhere and fighting all the time to now being a Father and family man. Who would have thought such a change was even physically, phycologically or spiritually possible? It had to be a Miracle from God....