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Kingdom of Rubbish
NAME:
Eckhart Piercer
AGE:
19
HEIGHT:
6'1''
WEIGHT:
174 lb.
SEX:
Male
APPEARANCE:
There are burn marks on both of his hands and the scar of a boar mauling on his right thigh. Besides that, he has a few small scars across his body. Eckhart is tall enough and heavy enough to be called big. Despite his size, he is agile and he only makes noise when he wants to. His discipline is evident in his posture which is solid and invariable. Eckhart's face, which will usually have a slight frown upon it, is reasonably handsome, unmarked by scars. His eyes are diluted greenish-blue while his hair is dark black.
PERSONALITY:
A life without parent figures turned out good for Eckhart. He has taught himself self-discipline while keeping a positive outlook on life. He was never one to worry about the future or the present. Some would call him an optimist; he just believes that worry is a metaphorical blindfold. Though he is normally controlled and calm, Eckhart has been known to lose it sometimes. Even then he is not a very violent person. For someone who is majorly quiet, he is surprisingly open when spoken to. Eckhart has no problem making friends, seeing as how he is genuinely a good person.
BIO:
Eckhart never truly knew his parents. When he was three, his father left to go score drugs. As for his mother, She couldn't handle the stress of her life and decided to send Eckhart to a friend of hers when he was five. Her friend's name was Marc, and Marc lived in a small town. Because of this, he was big on hunting. After Eckhart turned seven, Marc started teaching him how to hunt and handle weapons. At the age of 11, he had his own bow. Now, Marc didn't really know what it was like to be a parent so he mostly just let Eckhart do whatever. This usually meant spending a lot of time in the woods by himself, practicing with his bow. By the time he was 17, Eckhart had become an expert hunter and a master marksman.
When he was 18, war broke out across the world. It was not a glamorous war, where one side was the easy victor. No, no one was going to win this war and everyone knew it. Small nuclear warheads were launched from all sides of the globe. Entire cities were wiped out but still, there were no large warheads sent. Each side was too scared, for the time being. Back in Eckhart's town, chaos was erupting. Everyone was either packing up and leaving or stockpiling supplies in their homes. Marc knew of one thing that could very likely save their lives. Lifelux, they were a german corporation that specialized in cryogenics. They had bunkers prepared for nuclear fallout.
OTHER:
The only thing that Lifelux let Eckhart keep when he was frozen were his underclothes, a pair of boxers and a tee-shirt. That is what he wakes up in, the rest of his things long gone.
Eckhart Piercer
AGE:
19
HEIGHT:
6'1''
WEIGHT:
174 lb.
SEX:
Male
APPEARANCE:
There are burn marks on both of his hands and the scar of a boar mauling on his right thigh. Besides that, he has a few small scars across his body. Eckhart is tall enough and heavy enough to be called big. Despite his size, he is agile and he only makes noise when he wants to. His discipline is evident in his posture which is solid and invariable. Eckhart's face, which will usually have a slight frown upon it, is reasonably handsome, unmarked by scars. His eyes are diluted greenish-blue while his hair is dark black.
PERSONALITY:
A life without parent figures turned out good for Eckhart. He has taught himself self-discipline while keeping a positive outlook on life. He was never one to worry about the future or the present. Some would call him an optimist; he just believes that worry is a metaphorical blindfold. Though he is normally controlled and calm, Eckhart has been known to lose it sometimes. Even then he is not a very violent person. For someone who is majorly quiet, he is surprisingly open when spoken to. Eckhart has no problem making friends, seeing as how he is genuinely a good person.
BIO:
Eckhart never truly knew his parents. When he was three, his father left to go score drugs. As for his mother, She couldn't handle the stress of her life and decided to send Eckhart to a friend of hers when he was five. Her friend's name was Marc, and Marc lived in a small town. Because of this, he was big on hunting. After Eckhart turned seven, Marc started teaching him how to hunt and handle weapons. At the age of 11, he had his own bow. Now, Marc didn't really know what it was like to be a parent so he mostly just let Eckhart do whatever. This usually meant spending a lot of time in the woods by himself, practicing with his bow. By the time he was 17, Eckhart had become an expert hunter and a master marksman.
When he was 18, war broke out across the world. It was not a glamorous war, where one side was the easy victor. No, no one was going to win this war and everyone knew it. Small nuclear warheads were launched from all sides of the globe. Entire cities were wiped out but still, there were no large warheads sent. Each side was too scared, for the time being. Back in Eckhart's town, chaos was erupting. Everyone was either packing up and leaving or stockpiling supplies in their homes. Marc knew of one thing that could very likely save their lives. Lifelux, they were a german corporation that specialized in cryogenics. They had bunkers prepared for nuclear fallout.
OTHER:
The only thing that Lifelux let Eckhart keep when he was frozen were his underclothes, a pair of boxers and a tee-shirt. That is what he wakes up in, the rest of his things long gone.
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~Name~: Del Soven
~Age~: 16
~Height~: 5'5"
~Weight~: 115 lbs
~Sex~: Male
~Appearance~:
(Take away the tail and ears)
~Personality~: Del prefers the peace and quite: the loneliness. Anything that strays from the state disturbs Del, though not to a great degree. Del would be the type of kid who sits at the back of a class, and whose grades are shockingly high. Though what Del lacks in is strength, and that can sometimes frustrate him. There are many simple things he just can not do because of his noticeable lack of strength. For one, he can't curl a 25 lb weight with one arm.
~Bio~: Del grew up in a rural area, exposed to many hazards throughout his life. His exposure has taught him to use extreme caution, and his use of caution only strengthened as he grew. That wasn't Del's only trait that grew with him though. As Del's shyness had been left alone, it also grew to a dangerous degree. Del can barely hold a conversation, much less look someone in the eyes when speaking to them. The thought of any wrong action mentally berated Del as long as he was awake. But o course, that was because his parents didn't care enough for him.
Del's parents were, to say the least, always ignorant. Like Del, they minded the peace, and any disturbance was seen as disappointing. Del wasn't necessarily a disturbance, but the questions he asked them bothered them nonetheless, though that was when Del had been younger. The kid hadn't grown his personality at that time. But now, Del was practically hermit.
Although Del's parents seemed to not care, they had a reason. His parents didn't know how to raise him. Their original plan was to implement the best morals into their child, but as they learned about how shy he was, they believed he would never need to worry about what's right and wrong. He would just have to learn on his own, and he did. Many times over, he learned what to do and what not to do from school. It was almost daily Del would get into trouble, and it was then his parents realized they had made a mistake. Before they had any time to fix it, the war struck.
Out of nowhere, air raid sirens screamed through the night, and the next thing Del knew, he was on an operating table with a needle in his arm. Instantly, Del fell asleep, and he was put into cryostasis until it was time to awaken. Time served in the cryo state: 5 years.
~Other~: Due to science, Del was too young to wear clothes during the cryostasis. His skin had been too soft, and the frozen clothes would have easily given Del an uncountable number of cuts.
~Age~: 16
~Height~: 5'5"
~Weight~: 115 lbs
~Sex~: Male
~Appearance~:
(Take away the tail and ears)
~Personality~: Del prefers the peace and quite: the loneliness. Anything that strays from the state disturbs Del, though not to a great degree. Del would be the type of kid who sits at the back of a class, and whose grades are shockingly high. Though what Del lacks in is strength, and that can sometimes frustrate him. There are many simple things he just can not do because of his noticeable lack of strength. For one, he can't curl a 25 lb weight with one arm.
~Bio~: Del grew up in a rural area, exposed to many hazards throughout his life. His exposure has taught him to use extreme caution, and his use of caution only strengthened as he grew. That wasn't Del's only trait that grew with him though. As Del's shyness had been left alone, it also grew to a dangerous degree. Del can barely hold a conversation, much less look someone in the eyes when speaking to them. The thought of any wrong action mentally berated Del as long as he was awake. But o course, that was because his parents didn't care enough for him.
Del's parents were, to say the least, always ignorant. Like Del, they minded the peace, and any disturbance was seen as disappointing. Del wasn't necessarily a disturbance, but the questions he asked them bothered them nonetheless, though that was when Del had been younger. The kid hadn't grown his personality at that time. But now, Del was practically hermit.
Although Del's parents seemed to not care, they had a reason. His parents didn't know how to raise him. Their original plan was to implement the best morals into their child, but as they learned about how shy he was, they believed he would never need to worry about what's right and wrong. He would just have to learn on his own, and he did. Many times over, he learned what to do and what not to do from school. It was almost daily Del would get into trouble, and it was then his parents realized they had made a mistake. Before they had any time to fix it, the war struck.
Out of nowhere, air raid sirens screamed through the night, and the next thing Del knew, he was on an operating table with a needle in his arm. Instantly, Del fell asleep, and he was put into cryostasis until it was time to awaken. Time served in the cryo state: 5 years.
~Other~: Due to science, Del was too young to wear clothes during the cryostasis. His skin had been too soft, and the frozen clothes would have easily given Del an uncountable number of cuts.
WantYourSoul
Resident Babyface
Full Name:
Blythe BentzenGender:
FemaleAge:
18
Physical Appearance
Height:
5'9"Weight:
180 lbsHair:
Nordic BlondeEyes:
Stormy Blue
Appearance:
Upon cryostasis, Blythe had had honey tanned skin and perfectly polished nails.
And I'm too lazy to bother adding any more writing.Jewelry and Tattoos:
She has several ear piercings and a bellybutton ring, all testaments to the wilder part teenage years.
Personality:
Blythe is quite rude, to be frank. She never had the social graces of her older sister, and is surprisingly not the most confident. She makes up for this with her egocentricity and putting on an air of callous bitchiness.
She's also a flirt, it's something she does for attention. It's hard to tell when she's genuinely interested in someone and just flirting to be a jerk.
At first glance, Blythe seems to be the very last person anyone would want to keep around, but her sweet-and-sour attitude has a way of making people focus their frustrations on her instead of each other. She does have a soft side, but it's ridiculously hard to find it underneath all of her emotional armour. Her worst fear is being abandoned, and it's rare for her to actively seek out isolation.
History
Blythe and her identical twin, Blaine, was born illegitimately, her mother a business mogul and a father with no details. She was born in Norway, raised by nannies and tutors. Her mother didn't do much in the way of parenting. Blaine was the favourite, causing Blythe to grow extremely jealous. She worked as hard as she could to be prettier and better than her identical womb-mate. In some ways, it worked. She may not have been able to best her twin in the looks department, but she did have some better skills-- Such as wielding twin axes like a viking girl on Adderal.
(Check the spoiler for what her braids look like-- just picture them blonder)
Blythe BentzenGender:
FemaleAge:
18
Physical Appearance
Height:
5'9"Weight:
180 lbsHair:
Nordic BlondeEyes:
Stormy Blue
Appearance:
Upon cryostasis, Blythe had had honey tanned skin and perfectly polished nails.
And I'm too lazy to bother adding any more writing.Jewelry and Tattoos:
She has several ear piercings and a bellybutton ring, all testaments to the wilder part teenage years.
Personality:
Blythe is quite rude, to be frank. She never had the social graces of her older sister, and is surprisingly not the most confident. She makes up for this with her egocentricity and putting on an air of callous bitchiness.
She's also a flirt, it's something she does for attention. It's hard to tell when she's genuinely interested in someone and just flirting to be a jerk.
At first glance, Blythe seems to be the very last person anyone would want to keep around, but her sweet-and-sour attitude has a way of making people focus their frustrations on her instead of each other. She does have a soft side, but it's ridiculously hard to find it underneath all of her emotional armour. Her worst fear is being abandoned, and it's rare for her to actively seek out isolation.
History
Blythe and her identical twin, Blaine, was born illegitimately, her mother a business mogul and a father with no details. She was born in Norway, raised by nannies and tutors. Her mother didn't do much in the way of parenting. Blaine was the favourite, causing Blythe to grow extremely jealous. She worked as hard as she could to be prettier and better than her identical womb-mate. In some ways, it worked. She may not have been able to best her twin in the looks department, but she did have some better skills-- Such as wielding twin axes like a viking girl on Adderal.
(Check the spoiler for what her braids look like-- just picture them blonder)
Midnight Paragon
Savior of Dusk
NAME:
Ivosolov Kosin
AGE:
93
HEIGHT:
6'1
WEIGHT:
215 lbs.
SEX:
Male
APPEARANCE:
Ivosolov is rather pale skinned, with dark brown eyes and very short black hair, with eyebrows that curve to make it seem like he's always annoyed. Unfortunately, the mask that is kept covering his mouth and nose cannot be removed; it filters the air he needs. He keeps most of his body well covered, but it's pretty obviously well built, save for the mechanical arm he bears.
PERSONALITY:
Ivosolov is a rather quiet, submissive man. He doesn't like arguing or confrontation, but he prefers the company of others to being alone. He can get quite nervous, and is very polite to people he likes and respects. He also upholds a rather specific code of honor; one could consider him almost chivalrous.
BIO:
Ivosolov grew up in a rural part of Eastern Russia, and was born a few years after the first World War. He grew up an only child with his father; his mother passed away during childbirth.
Ivosolov was always busy, as he grew up on a farm and had to maintain it with his father. He didn't complain; he was happy to help his father, who had grown very solemn since his wife's death. When Ivosolov reached thirteen, his father decided that a farm wasn't the life his son needed, and sent him off to school to be educated. He began to learn the basics from there, and was even studying English, but he always found the time to help his father with the farm. It was like this way for many years until World War II started.
Ivosolov was only twenty three when he was drafted into the military, and he was sent to the front lines when Germany decided to try and invade Russia. It was there, at the Siege of Stalingrad, that a stray shell from an artillery cannon exploded right next to Ivosolov. His arm was blown clean off, and both his legs were broken.
He was found twisted and barely alive shortly after by his comrades, who took him back to base and sent him home. While he was recovering in a hospital at Moscow, he was approached by a man in a black suit, along with a old man in the attire a General would wear, complete with medals and badges galore. They had heard what had happened to him, and said that they were looking for a man with a will as strong as his for an experiment that would no doubt greatly benefit the Motherland. Ivosolov, wanting to be useful again, agreed.
They took him to a lab at an undisclosed location, and there they began the process of trying to imbue him mechanical parts. The experiment, though the chances were extremely low, was a success in the end. However, his body was going to need a very long time to adapt to its new 'enhancements', and the scientists decided to put Ivosolov into Cryogenic Sleep. He's been in sleep ever since, only waking once so that he could be moved to an advanced tank, and patiently awaits the day that he can wake up better than ever before, and greet his father once again...
OTHER:
Ivosolov can't really do much the average human couldn't. His 'enchancements' were really just tests to see if they could give humans strong prosthetics, which he now has in his right arm and both legs. He likes to believe that there's more too it, but he isn't sure...
His mask is also essential for his survival. Should it be damaged in any way, he would need to find a way to repair it quickly, or else he might have something close to an asthma attack.
Endronus
New Member
Is he 93 including sleep, or just 93 in age alone?
Midnight Paragon
Savior of Dusk
He looks twenty three, but with his time spent in stasis, he is technically ninety three.
Endronus
New Member
Ok
We're ready to get started!
We're ready to get started!
Endronus
New Member
Someone else can post first... I'm going to post a little after for a reason.
Midnight Paragon
Savior of Dusk
But where are our characters at?
Endronus
New Member
Did I tag you? Hang on
Endronus
New Member
I didn't give away our exact location for a reason, but I explain where we wale up.
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