Futuristic - ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ. (cs)

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❝ the lost boys applications. ❞

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backstory.

the lost boys are the stuff of legends. gluttony was the first to come along. of course, she wasn't gluttony then. she wasn't even alice. then, she was ambhom. she started the black horse four hundred years ago, in the year 2009, and brought a whole bunch of peter pan with her. she didn't invent the stuff, but she peddled it like mad until it became one of the most infamous drugs on the market. worldwide she's now considered its number one dealer and it's thanks to her that the district around the black horse went from la grange to little neverland. she became a bit like criminal royalty - but she couldn't rule everything without helping hands. luckily, some trusted friends started coming in from all over the world, over time, and helped her run things. one day they weren't here, the next they were, staking claims in the criminal rings they specialized in. her little band of thugs grew over many years until there were seven of them. and, with such a perfect number, she couldn't help but give them the infamous titles they have today. they're friends and family, the most tight-knit group of villains you ever did see. and no one else is allowed in.

character sheet.
❝ cursory. ❞

【full name】— info.

【nickname(s)】— info.
【gender】— info.
【apparent age】— info.
【true age】— info.
【sexuality】— info.
【ethnicity】— info.
【role】— info.

❝ visage. ❞

【hair】— info.

【eyes】— info.
【height】— info.
【weight】— info.
【build】— info.
【distinguishing features】— info.
【face claim】— real only.

❝ psyche. ❞

【brief summary】— info.

【virtues】— info.
【vices】— info.
【likes】— info.
【dislikes】— info.

❝ background. ❞

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  Lust is power...
  
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  nickalus trick

  
  

  
  

  looks thirty-two

  
  

  male - he/him pronouns

  
  

  homosexual

  
  

  december 21, 1989

  
  

  caucasian

  
  

  lust

  
  

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  serial no. 00014394016

  
  

  
  HEIGHT 178 cm (5'10″)
  

  
  WEIGHT 75 kg (165 lbs)
  

  
  HAIR Dark Brown
  

  
  EYES Hazel Gray

  
  

  
  
  

  Nick's style is based on how he is feeling for the day. He has an abundance of clothes, jewelry, and accessories that give depth to his look. He usually sports a darker vibe of clothing, usually a little revealing in the way of showing off his physique and sex appeal.
  
  He usually dons colors that contrast his eyes, knowing that they're a part of the allure. They're gray, yet warmed by a splash of orange and green that flashes when he is angered or surprised. He has cybernetic implants in them, but the eye color has always been the same. He smells of cigars and whiskey on a hot, rainy night. His face is rugged, yet beautiful.
  
  He regularly wears a smoky quartz signet ring on his right hand. If anyone knows something about Nick, it's that. He's had it since he's known Madame Yua and kept it in mint condition in all the years he's had it. His body is enhanced with sensory augments and reflex tech that lets him fine tune his strength and touch. This is not only for the pleasure of the clients that can afford his rate. This is also for when he has to use force to get a point across. But, even before the enhancements his form was one of corded muscle. Just something more he can give to the fantasy.
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  He would learn later that he was traded off to the streets in order to pay off a debt. A small one, accompanied by the fact that his parents didn't love him enough to keep him. Maybe that's the reason he has trouble with accepting that people actually care for him. In Japan, around the time of 1993, the poor boy was trafficked into ownership. By age six, he was well within the inner workings of a sweatshop deep underground.
  
  He sewed and stitched until his fingers bled sometimes. He was young and resilient though. His work got easier, but he wanted freedom. He worked and worked his way through the days with the idea of escape always at the corner of his mind.
  
  He was deceptive, he had to be. These people who owned him wouldn't even give him a name to go by. They didn't deserve anything from him, including his cooperation. Punishment for his lies about things only made him better at not being caught.
  
  At the age of fifteen, an opportunity presented itself in the form of his first kiss. The eighteen-year-old guard's guard lowered just enough for the boy to get access to the keys on his belt. That was his first lesson about life: you can get anything you want as long as you're valuable. The kid was gone into the night, into the rain, running for his dear life. He made it out, but for what? No one knew him--he still didn't even have a name by then.
  
  

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  By the time he was nineteen the young man was known as the Trick, a sex-worker who had lost his way amongst the sea of devils in the world. He took comfort in the fact that he was wanted by someone, if only for the night. He earned his own meals, no matter what it took. He wasn't dirty but rugged and young. His skin was almost flawless save for a scratch on his cheek due to a rough client. He slept outside a brothel, offering a little bit of rigid muscle to contrast against soft-skin and blushing expressions. It wasn't until the brothel came under new management that an opportunity came for the Trick to actually live.
  
  Her name was Madame Yua and she was exceptionally progressive as management of Chīsana hana. She accepted the young man into her ensemble, seeing something within him that she once saw in an old lover from years far away. She gave the man a name to live by: Nickalus, the same name as her old lover. She agreed to let him continue his business under her roof as long as she could teach him how to operate hers. She taught him English, of which he formerly spoke in a broken manner. She also taught him how to run the books and take care of his fellow courtesans. He learned how to fight properly, which made him look more appealing with the firm physique he inherited from the work. It all started slow, but within one year he was operating on his own. Within five, he was managing many brothels, had a plethora of contacts in and out of Japan, and only offered his body to the highest bidders.
  
  That's how he caught the attention of Anahit.
  
  

  alone.

  
  He didn't take Peter Pan until Madame Yua died. He'd set it up that way, waiting until the woman passed on to keep her legacy alive. In 2021, he faked his death in the middle of the pandemic. It was easy, with the death toll being as dramatic as it was. He went on with Ana and the other Lost Boys into the world. Not too long after the pandemic was the creation of cyberware for the body and, with it, the creation of New Tokyo. It was poetic, leaving his homeworld for a new place with the same moniker. Once there, it was easy to start a chain of brothels that housed his many darling dolls. He'd left with quite the amount of money, to begin with. And the law enforcement turned a blind eye easier with a wad of cash in their pockets. No one dared touch his dolls the wrong way after the one incident where one went missing and never returned. Envy had their way with the perpetrator and the remains were literally strung up for the world to see.
  
  Sloth kept only the best cybernetics in Nick at all times, out of respect and Greed kept him supplied with the best OS because they liked him so much. Within 50 years, he was a legend and the fucking life of the party. Nick is grateful to have a family to work for and all, but he's not the type to easily stay loyal to anyone but himself. He's aware of the Vampyrs and their attempt to replace Gluttony and the rest of the Boys. Hopefully, he doesn't have to rise from his own throne to assert his dominance alongside his family. He's just another sleeping giant in a den of lions.
  
  
  
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  He's a complete heathen when it comes to being owed anything. He's ruthless in his methods, opting for "whatever it takes"--even stepping on the people he loves in order to get what he wants. He's chaotic gray when it comes to alignment. It comes from a broken place. He was on his own for a long time in his formative years. He didn't learn in a conventional manner. When he relates to someone in that manner, that's where a bond starts to form. But, he isn't forthright with it. He doesn't really know what family is because he never had one until joining the Lost Boys.
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  prospecting 100%
  

  
  assertive 83%

  
  
  

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  Delilah Wilde

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Delilah Müller-Wilde

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  known as 'envy', her Hunters call her Dee, her few friends call her Delilah.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  appears: early-mid twenties
  actually: 110 years old

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  white, of German descent

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Delilah is proud of her looks. She is not a fool, blinded by modesty. Some would call it vanity, but she calls her beauty her best weapon. Thick, chocolate-brown locks cascade down her back in voluminous waves, many would deem her hair too long to be practical but she is not so weak as to let something so trivial hold her back. Sharp, icy eyes regard you with intelligent superiority through dark, sultry lashes. Eyes that hold an inticing spark - possibly one of madness, who knows? Altogether delicate features are made up for in the wicked smile that is almost always teasing at her lips - lips that pour honey-glazed words into your ear like a lover.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  A tale, willowy figure disguises Delilah's athletic ability. Already standing tall and graceful, the heels she adorns adds an extra few inches that have whoever she is speaking to gazing up at her. She's all legs, with thin limbs that would look clumsy if it weren't for her dancer's stance. She moves with a sure grace that promises danger and leaves behind a cloud of expensive perfume.
  She is not one to mar her skin with tattoos, yet a very small "IV" is inscribed behind her left ear. It is a tattoo she requires all of her Hunters to have, the mark of Envy.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  With an affinity for tight-fitting clothing, ridiculously tall heels and dark colours, Delilah's daytime clothing only adds to her striking nature. Expensive jewellery adorns her neck, wrists and ears - she looks every bit the malicious business-woman that she sets out to be.
  In the safety of her own home, far more colourful attire that ranges from vivid greens to softer hues of pastel pink is what she opts for. Pink bunny slippers are a staple indoors, which she will deny until her dying breath that she owns - she has to take a break from the stilettos at some point.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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    Delilah is a simple girl. She sees something she doesn't like, she makes it go away. Granted, making it go away usually means killing it, but can you blame her? She's been alive far too long to care about trivial matters such as morality. She has accepted long that she's being carted off to Hell - so may as well make it fun.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    When it comes to what Delilah's actually like, it's difficult to put a finger on it. She tempts you in with her allure, her soft-spoken Southern accent can tempt even the holiest of priests to pick up a knife and start stabbing. Not only that, but people want to please her - they want to see her cold, blue eyes regard them with even a sliver of pride. It's not difficult to see why people kill for her.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    Delilah is an insecure being - she's suspicious, aloof and self-centred at the best of times. She mirrors the traits she sees in others that she wishes to take for herself. She is spiteful and vindictive to those she considers beneath her - which is, unsurprisingly, almost everyone - and she is notoriously difficult to impress.
    Above all, like her fellow lost boys, her loyalty is what has taken her furthest in her endeavours. Although it may not seem like she is capable of it, she loves and she loves hard. It's rare, but once you find yourself amongst who she considers family, she'd die for you, or - in a far more likely case - she'd kill for you.

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
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    ❣ Alluring
    ❣ Loyal
    ❣ Persuasive
    ❣ Charming
    ❣ Witty
    ❣ Intelligent
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    ❣ Changeable
    ❣ Bloodthirsty
    ❣ Manipulative
    ❣ Ruthless
    ❣ Unpredictable
    ❣ Stubborn
    ❣ Vain

    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
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    -- killing, getting her way, smoking, dancing, clubbing, tricking men in particular, pink bunny slippers, reading, country music, peter pan, red-bottom heels, cats, lookin' fine as hell

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    -- being underestimated, sexism, playing fair, not wearing lipstick, has a strange fear of llamas, being abandoned, chipped nail polish, fake designer.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    -- she quotes classic literature all the time (often incorrectly, to suit her needs)
    -- uses pet names for pretty much everyone
    -- grinds her teeth when she's angry
    -- looks at her reflection pretty much anywhere she goes

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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    Delilah's parents did not want a child. They could barely stand each other, so how the hell could they care for a child together? Delilah's mother, daughter of one of the richest politicians in Germany, was married off to Delilah's father, son of the Vice-President of America at the time, as collateral behind the cover-up one of the biggest political scandals of the century. The two were thrust upon each other to maintain secrecy, and, unfortunately, despised each other. It was a huge surprise to everyone, including Delilah's father, when Brida Müller fell pregnant with Delilah. There was much debate over whether Brida's husband, Edward Wilde, was Delilah's father. She successfully avoided a paternity test.
    
    Delilah's upbringing was a cold one. Disgustingly rich parents did not account for the lack of affection in their Texan mansion. It was not rare for Brida and Edward to go weeks without talking to each other, Delilah b. ing the messenger between them. She soon learned that the best way to get them to notice both her and each other was to make them jealous. If her mother was to take her to the shops one day, young Delilah would flaunt her new clothes to her father. If her father was to show her some wonderful new card trick, she would practice it again and again in front of her mother. By seven years old, Delilah was a master at manipulating her very own parents. It wasn't until Delilah was eight and, conveniently enough, the presidential term ended, that her parents divorced.
    
    Her mother was given custody and carted her daughter, who had developed a distinctly Southern accent, back to Germany until she was 18. Every second summer was spent in Texas, where Delilah worked at a diner to 'build character'. In all honesty, she kept the diner job for the secrets she learned. Working around tables meant eavesdropping for hours at a time, where she steadily learned how to ensnare any man or woman's attention with the right smile. The charming lilt to her words, slightly distorted by the German she had spoken growing up, had tips flowing in - not that she needed them.
    
    At eighteen, she was the sweetest honeytrap in all of Texas.
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    Brida Müller and Edward Wilde shared no love for each other, and each kept their daughter at a distance in their own ways. Brida was Delilah's primary caretaker, however she would spend every second summer in America with her father throughout her childhood.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Delilah's exposure to her parent's relationship did not set her up so well for romance as she entered adulthood.
    
    The very few entanglements she had were mercifully brief and meaningless before she met George. He stumbled into her life, drunk at some bar yet still charming her with his disheveled suit and floppy hair, and whisked her away into a world of love she was unfamiliar with. She married him within a matter of weeks. He adored her, and she adored him. Most of the time. Their obsession with each other ranged from fierce love to downright hatred. Barely a night went by without some form of hysterics - whether it was throwing priceless ornaments at each other, or screaming about some stranger one of them looked at the wrong way.
    
    Was it healthy? No way. Was it passionate? Hell yeah.
    
    They made a beautiful couple, onlookers would say. Gorgeous kids when the time came. It wasn't top of their priority list, but it was a dream they both shared - to start a family. Delilah reckoned that she had found the one just as messed up as her, and that it would be it. She was all in. So was he.
    
    Their marriage lasted all of two years before George, the idiot he was, accidentally slept with his receptionist. And his PA. And his lawyer. And his hairdresser. Now, Delilah was no stranger to crumbling marriages - she had seen them first hand, and had considered herself ready for it for months. What she was not ready for, however, was the humiliation. How dare he make her look so stupid?! She, who had men falling down at her feet wherever she happened to go?! It was absolutely unacceptable. It made her sick with rage, with envy at his ease of life. She was jealous of how he looked like the winner, she was jealous of the shameless sluts he slept with, she was jealous of the woman she used to be before she married him.
    
    She refused to let him cheating on her be her defining moment. It had to be about her, not him and his unfaithfulness. She had so much more potential than a sob story about a pathetic romance gone wrong. He would pay, and she would finally begin her life.
    
    He died in the seventh hour of his 25th birthday, surrounded by polaroid pictures of him with his many, many mistresses.
    
    Delilah was nothing if not poetic.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    Delilah's husband was charming, intelligent and just a little off-kilter. The mirror image of Delilah. What he lacked was the loyalty, apparently. It was a shame he let it all go to waste. He had so much potential, too.
    
    His death was in the headlines for weeks, but, soon enough, he was forgotten about. The odd person will bring up the murder of the vice-President's grandson once in a blue moon, but, the truth is, no one really cares anymore. And that brings Delilah all the satisfaction she will ever need.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Delilah hardly even bothered to cover up George's murder. She had more than enough money to get herself the best lawyer she could wish for, and there was next to no evidence at the crime scene. It could well have been any one of the other women he was sleeping with. And maybe one of them was discovered to be in possession of a knife smeared with the blood of the victim. Maybe.
    
    Told you she was smart.
    
    Getting rid of George set Delilah on a determined path to not allow him to define who she was. She scrambled for the perfect place to start her new life. It was just after she had turned twenty four that she recalled a conversation between two men at the diner she had worked in so many years ago. They had spoken of a place - New Tokyo - where it is rumoured that people don't age. It took Delilah a week to sort her affairs and move there.
    
    Delilah's move to New Tokyo brought about a lot of talk. Who was this beautiful, soft-spoken stranger practically oozing wealth? Is that the gleam of madness in her eye, or is it just the light? And why were men and women suddenly disappearing if they so much as looked at her the wrong way?
    
    Delilah acquired a scary amount of power within New Tokyo fast. She had an affinity for getting people where they wanted to be, whether that was in business or within their personal lives, and people knew it. She dished out favours, offering herself as a sweet Southern Belle who just wanted to help to strangers; meanwhile, she accumulated vast amounts of personal debt owed to her for her acts of kindness. She began hiring people to keep the secrets she learned - she called them her keepers. The keepers would root out the secrets of anyone of interest, and serve them on a silver platter to Delilah. Her favoruite keepers became her Hunters. They killed for her.
    
    It was the keepers, all of them desperate to be promoted to that of a Hunter, that told her about the Lost Boys, who had no doubt already noticed her steady rise to the top in New Tokyo. The keepers told her of each of the lost boy's enemies. She picked them off one by one and served their heads to the Lost Boys with a wicked smile. She wanted to be one of them, and she wanted to live forever.
    
    Despite her somewhat sadistic initiation into the Lost Boys, earning her the name 'Envy', she has developed a fierce love for the family she forced her way into. She has grown a knack for quietly dispelling whoever dares cross any of them over the past century or so. The influence peter pan has over New Tokyo means that she is still relatively young in the city, and unpredictable enough to inspire just the right amount of fear in the streets. She loves being one of the lost boys. She could not imagine life with anyone else. Eternal life, that is.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    Gluttony: TBD
    Wrath: TBD
    Pride: TBD
    Lust: TBD
    Sloth: TBD
    Greed: TBD
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

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  Delilah's team of Hunters, while still notoriously elusive, has grown from a couple of recruits to twenty four cold-blooded killers. They recieve orders from Delilah and Delilah only, through an impenetrable messaging system given to her by Greed. They are infamous in their devotion and impossible to escape. Nobody, bar Delilah, knows of their identities.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  With the help of Sloth, Delilah has produced a poison, nicknamed 'The Gift', that is virtually untraceable and deadly. Only her Hunters have access to this poison. The Gift has been produced in liquid, powder and pill form yet is extremely rare and hard to come by, making it a hunter's last resort. Their failsafe.
  
  Unfortunately, the vampyr's new strain of peter pan seems to have rendered the Gift useless against them. At least, useless in Delilah's eyes - it makes the vampyrs sick, but cannot kill them.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  - Delilah has a cat named Pepper. Pepper is a spoiled brat, and Delilah would die for her.
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♡design by natasha., coded by uxie♡

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

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  Wrath

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    aleksandr pavlovitch romanov

    sasha

    trans masc

    asexual

    early thirties

    212

    may 14th, 1897

    moscow, russia

    russian

    wrath
  • visage

    height

    6'2"

    weight

    195lbs

    hair

    
    blond. longish and usually unstyled.
    
    

    eyes

    
    right brown, left blue. the left is cybernetic, but it used to be blue even when it was organic.
    
    

    physique

    
    people usually expect sasha to be bigger than he is. rather than being a hulking behemoth he's lithe, flexible muscle, built more like a dancer than a wrestler.
    
    

    style

    
    gopnik chic: hip-hop pants and track suits paired with the most expensive sneakers you've ever seen. big ass sunglasses. often in a vest with frogging that used to be his hussar uniform. usually wearing a leopard fur coat. rumor has it that it's real fur.
    
    

    distinctive features

    
    oddly enough, despite being nearly more machine than man at this point, it's hard to notice, except for the eye, unless you're really looking. you're much more likely to notice his obviously once broken nose, or the cocky smirk.
    
    

    face claim

    
    ivan yankovsky
    
  • likes

    
    Sambo, guns, Tolstoy, animals, cigarettes, gardening, ballet
    
    

    dislikes

    
    Small talk, being told "no," mint, disrespect, people who don't like animals, ...actually, most people in general
    
    

    virtues

    
    Loyal, decisive, clever, charismatic, competent
    
    

    vices

    
    Arrogant, explosive, manipulative, demanding, irritable
    
    

    Sasha has a large, forceful personality. Clever, charismatic, and more than a little domineering, he's never had much trouble swaying his peers into following his lead, for better or worse. At the heart of it though, Sasha just likes to make sure he's taking care of his people. Being an older brother is an integral part of his personality, and if no one else is going to be in charge, he will. He considers leadership a responsibility, and one that he takes seriously.
    
    Despite being infamous for having a hell of a temper (you don't get the name Wrath for nothing) and being something of a grump on the daily, he's also a cool head in an actual crisis. When everything is going to shit around him is when Sasha is at his best.
    
    Angry , Sasha knows, gets shit done.
    

    mind

    mythos

    childhood

    Sasha was born in Moscow to minor members of the extended royal family. The eldest of three, and assumed a daughter, Sasha's childhood was spoilt and idyllic, with the family spending part of their time at their country estates, and part in Moscow and Saint Petersburg. Charming and charismatic, though rather more feral than quite proper for a young lady of rank, Sasha was nevertheless much beloved.
    
    Sasha's teenage years were more tumultuous. Puberty brought with it the realization that his more or less feral, genderless childhood was over, and that the gender that he wanted to have was not the one he got. And he was furious over it.
    
    

    world war 1 & the russian revolution

    When Russia joined the war, Sasha was determined to go. Unwilling to be a nurse--the only option allowed a girl--he instead forged papers claiming he was his father's son and dressed himself as a boy and got a position in the hussars. As part of the 2nd Pavlograd Life Hussar Regiment, Sasha participated in the disastrous early Battle of Tannenberg, and managed to survive the near total destruction of the Second Army (though he was wounded in the fight, and lost his eye). He rejoined the First Army continue fighting on the Eastern Front until 1917, when the October Revolution occurred.
    
    Receiving word that his family had fled to France during the empire's collapse, Sasha left the Eastern Front and joined the White Army in the Russian Civil War. Realizing that the disorganization of the White Army was doomed to defeat, Sasha left Russia in 1919 and rejoined his family in Paris. He arrived dressed as a soldier and promptly had a terrific row with his father, and then left his family for good, unwilling to give up being seen as a man even if it meant never seeing them again.
    
    

    america & world war 2

    Abandoning Europe, Sasha made his way across the Atlantic to New York, and arrived just before Peter Pan became widely available. Peter Pan felt more like a curse than a temptation at the time—stay babyfaced forever? On purpose? He could not avoid the circles around the drug however, as he became involved in bootlegging, and bootleggers were early adopters. He got to know the Black Horse very well through the twenties and thirties, though he would never claim, at that point, to know Anahit herself well.
    
    He was thirty-five when he finally tried Peter Pan himself, after first giving it to his horse, Kholstomer. Five years later, in 1937, Sasha got a hold of the first commercially available testosterone, and his long history with body modifications began.
    
    When America finally joined World War 2 Sasha volunteered, and was sent to the European theater, where he was involved with the Allied invasions of Sicily and Italy. He was stationed in Italy until the end of the war.
    
    

    new tokyo

    Back home in Little Neverland, this time Sasha did come to know Anahit fairly well, getting a position as one of her enforcers. The Coliseum was almost an accident, an underground bare knuckle boxing venue with a deserved reputation for bloodiness that Sasha started visiting on his own time. And in a ring of vicious bastards, he quickly became the vicious bastard to beat. He convinced Anahit that the money from a fight scene like that was good, and they bought it.
    
    As time went on and technology advanced, the fighters in the Coli got more and more augmented, well outside of what any officially sanctioned fighting venue would allow, and Sasha has always had the newest, deadliest cybernetics out of them all. At this point he’s practically more machine than organic, and he has no regrets on this. The important things are still wetware, he sometimes points out. He may very well be Sloth's masterwork.
    
    Undefeated in the ring, Sasha runs the Coliseum as his own petty little tsardom. He still fights semi-regularly, and insists that if he cannot defend his title then he has no right to keep it. Someday he’ll die there, and there will be a new Wrath, but not yet.
    
  • gallery

    Modifications:
    Cybernetic eye (tracks heat signatures, vitals)
    Titanium alloy reinforced skeleton (unbreakable bones. also he made himself taller. sssh)
    Robo arms (underneath a layer of synthetic skin, Sasha's arms can be switched into a number of different configurations, like murderous Swiss army knives.)
    Augmentations in his legs and back that make rough landings from high jumps much easier.
    ect
    
    Horse: Kholstomer, a Russian Don.
    
    Languages: Russian, English, French, German, some Italian
    
    Playlist 1: Insano Like Drano (bitch i’m on rampage mask on my damn face)
    
    Playlist 2: Recoherence (but now i’m leading doesn’t that just scare you to death?)
    
    

    additional info

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[birth of venus]

PRIDE.

# hate the sin, love the sinner

♡coded by uxie♡

a.d.y.

서예슬

pride.

Your dazzling pain like diamond rings / You need to go to war to find material to sing.

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  Arthur Deryn Yale.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Cis male.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  apparent age

  
  

  Mid thirties.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  true age

  
  

  Around 230.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality

  
  

  Bisexual.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ethnicity

  
  

  Caucasian - Welsh.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Pride.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  hair

  
  

  Honey brown, kept long on top and short on the sides, and always precisely styled.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eyes

  
  

  Large and ice cold blue.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  h + w

  
  

  5'8" and 146 lbs.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Ectomorph - Arthur is of average height, and his frame is lean and trim.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  There is never a hair misplaced on his head - a man with such an ego maintains his appearance thoroughly. He maintains his beauty, and is extremely well groomed.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  face claim

  
  

  Cillian Murphy.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Pride sits in his palace of lights, of wealth and debts and vanity. The empire is his and his alone - he is too boastful, too prideful to admit that without Gluttony and her Peter Pan, he would not have lived to see the end of an endless war.
  
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  Yr City's a Sucker

  
  

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[idiot]

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  It eventually destroys everything.
  

  
  

  jane doe (unknown)

  
  

  
  

  appears eighteen (age: ??)

  
  

  trans-woman (they/she)

  
  

  pansexual

  
  

  third of december

  
  

  white

  
  

  role of greed

  
  

  Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness, except greed.
  

  
  
  
  
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  criminal file no. 743953

  
  

  
  HEIGHT 167 cm (5'7″)
  

  
  WEIGHT 55 kg (121 lbs)
  

  
  HAIR dyed blonde & black
  

  
  EYES blue

  
  

  
  
  

  ‣ The suspect, Jane Doe, is known to dye her hair frequently. Based on our latest reports, Ms Doe has a hodgepodge of light blonde and black that streaks throughout her chest length hair. Cut unevenly and haphazardly, it is clear Ms Doe tends to her own hair (or frequents a lousy salon).
  
  ‣ Pale skin and discoloration under her eyes (likely from lack of sleep) is hidden with an explosion of vibrant hues and intricate make-up. Her face is made up of both angular and soft features; appearing quite androgynous when bare-faced.
  
  ‣ Striking blue eyes are framed with thick brows that are dyed an almost brassy shade of blonde. A witness reported one of her eyes glowing a ghostly white, which suggests she has a cybernetic implant in her left eye. The exact benefits of the implant are unknown but consultants suggest it allows her to see the inner-workings of hardware and it's respective coding (I wouldn't be surprised if she could see in the dark or detect body heat).
  
  ‣ Recent reports have shown that Jane Doe appears younger, her once prominent smile lines are no more with a youthful complexion (note: may of taken a dose of the illusive new strain of 'Peter Pan'. Further investigation is required to prove this claim).
  
  ‣ Ms Doe's fashion is comfort meets edge with no restriction on colour, fabric or patterns. Layering seems to be key with some of younger rookies saying she has "style" (I disagree, a bit loud and a mess if you ask me). Her ears are both pierced multiple times and adorned with silver jewellery.
  
  Always being spotted with a fingerless glove on her left hand which has wires (almost mimicking tendons) running along her fingers. Consultants believe it allows her to wirelessly hack into terminals and devices; being linked to her eye implant. They claim there is nothing like it on the market and is homemade by the suspect.
  
  ‣ Some say she is a splitting image of Hunter Schafer.
  

  
  
  
  
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  the old woman.

  
  As the name suggests, Jane Doe is a mystery to all. Her childhood is the most contested; being glued together with mere crumbs of evidence that may or may not be manufactured by the illusive suspect herself.
  
  A breakthrough came in the form of Mrs Gabrielle Greaves. Surveillance footage caught the suspect visiting the seventy-three year old woman on several occasions over the years. Upon interviewing Mrs Greaves, she was adamant she raised her grandson after her daughter passed. While we are inclined to believe Ms Greaves, her nurse informed us that she has severe Alzheimer's disease. Therefore, unless Mrs Greaves is confused, we are led to believe that Ms Doe transitioned at some point.
  
  Unfortunately, the trail went cold with records being scrubbed of Ms Doe's mother and no mention of her father being found. Furthermore, Mrs Greaves is convinced her grandson died in the fire (note: no files in our records can corroborate her claims).
  
  The fire in question refers to Mrs Greaves' old apartment. Mrs Greaves was living in one of the infamous low-income housing projects that was abandoned by the government shortly after. Now nothing more than an eyesore and crime hotspot, Mrs Greaves' apartment was burnt down several years ago. First responders claim the fire started from Mrs Greaves' oven, having left it on before tending to errands. We believe this is where Ms Doe was raised but all evidence of her upbringing was lost in that fire.
  
  When questioned on her relationship with Ms Doe, she smiled warmly and claimed she was a "nice, young woman" who would come visit her from time to time to chat. Despite Mrs Greaves' financial situation, she lives within an expensive home and has a live-in nurse that looks after her. While the home is under Mrs Greaves' name, the funds were made by an unknown benefactor and of untraceable origin. We are led to believe that Ms Doe paid for all of this.
  

  the scorned ceo.

  
  Ms Doe's crimes can be traced back to her time at one of the largest cybernetic manufacturers in New Tokyo — Orwell Cybernetics. Known for being the main providers of the latest cybernetic wears and implants; the company has some of the greatest minds working collectively to complete the impossible.
  
  In 2403, Orwell Cybernetics were victims to the biggest security breach of all time; thousands of blueprints, confidential records and research was leaked to their competitors. Transcripts with the company's CEO, Mr Chadwick Orwell Jr, described that such a breach was only possible with insider access. After the breach, only one employee was unaccounted for — Ms Ava Brendon.
  
  Gaining access to her employee records — at the behest of Mr Orwell Jr — our analysts found an exact match to Ms Brendon's ID badge photo and surveillance footage of Ms Doe. Her files detailed that she was an nineteen-year-old intern for the company for the past year and a bright individual who was promised a permanent position after completing her degree. Our analysts found evidence that suggests Ms Brendon's login details were used and bypassed all encryption levels to access confidential documents before sending them off to the highest bidder. It is estimated that Ms Brendon would of made millions with such an operation.
  
  While her motives seem purely monetary, a witness at Orwell Cybernetics suggested an ulterior motive. Unfortunately, the witness, Mr Manuel Ortega — from the human resource department — was killed in a car accident days prior to his interview with police. Mr Orwell Jr denies involvement and no signs of foul play were found on the scene.
  
  Ms Brendon's information was doctored by Ms Doe which makes it difficult to trace her whereabouts prior to interning for the company. As such, we know Ms Brenden is merely an alias and continue to refer to her as Ms Doe, which seemingly the suspect prefers (note: referring to her online presence).
  

  the lost boys.

  
  One of the most infamously revered gangs in New Tokyo, The Lost Boys, have been a thorn in the side of the department for decades (note: please refer to the TLB files for further context). We are unsure when the gang dug its claws into Ms Doe, but we believe she is one the newest members considering she is most likely not immortal (aka, she is not a user of Peter Pan, well that was until recent sightings).
  
  For the past few years she has been protecting the gang's online presence and security by wiping all digital evidence of their criminal activity. Furthermore, she has sent us on wild goose chases that only waste resources and our time to distract us from the real crimes.
  
  Apart from draining digital bank accounts of corporations and the elite, evidence suggests that Ms Doe is in the market of blackmailing them too. Her most infamous stunt to date is taking responsibility for causing a ten minute blackout citywide which cost the city millions. Consultants are still unable to explain how it was possible.
  
  We believe her base of operations is settled in Little Neverland, but her exact whereabouts are unknown since access to Little Neverland by police or informants is nearly impossible. A raid of the criminal enterprise would end in an all-out war which I am highly against.
  
  Unlike Dr Santana's recommendations of trying to contact Ms Doe to work as informant for the police, I recommend we detain her immediately (next time we catch her of course).
  
  This is Detective Samuel Palmer signing off.
  
  
  
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  Detective Palmer has asked me to compile a psychological evaluation of the suspect, Ms Jane Doe. I must admit, my observations of Jane's physical and digital behaviour has led me down a rabbit hole.
  
  Like most of my clients who never quite grew up, Jane has an immature and almost crude nature to her. Her posts are full of curses, mainly in text language and seemingly doesn't take full accountability for her actions. Instead her blame for these crimes fall on "society", the "elite scumbags" and other choice concepts mentioned in her blog. Interestingly enough, Jane has become what she seems to despise, with almost reactive and impulsive anger towards these groups. I'm certain that Jane doesn't spend her exuberant wealth, rather living a humble lifestyle, that may be akin to her childhood. It proposes the question of it being a need to hoard her monetary wealth or rather to lie to herself about what she has become? I would need to meet her in person to answer such a question.
  
  On the topic of greed, it seems that Jane is drawn to money and has an almost insatiable need for it. From revealing Orwell's secrets to the highest bidder and continually draining the bank accounts of New Tokyo's elite; Jane has no end goal in sight. If Mrs Greaves' claims are to be legitimate, Jane grew up poor and most likely developed her unhealthy obsession with money young.
  
  

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  Aaron Helwick

  
  

  
  

  appears mid-thirties

  
  

  cis male (he/him)

  
  

  homosexual

  
  

  december 13, 2002

  
  

  white

  
  

  sloth

  
  

  Sloth is all passions the most powerful.

  
  
  
  
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  HEIGHT 170 cm (5’7”)
  

  
  WEIGHT 66.7 kg (147 lbs)
  

  
  HAIR brown
  

  
  EYES blue

  
  

  
  
  

  • Aaron is known to put little effort into his presentation. He leaves his home appearing rather disheveled and unruly. This does not seem to bother him.
  
  • His hair is curly, unkempt, and typically slightly unwashed. There’s stubble along his jaw that he only sometimes tends to. Refusing to have his hair cut by a stylist, he’s trimmed it himself for years, whenever the need arises. Despite this, he hasn’t gotten much better at it.
  
  • Tired eyes—resulting from endless sleepless nights working. Sometimes he sports thick-rimmed glasses. It doesn’t appear that he relies on them to see, but rather that the inconspicuous lenses might be embedded with basic technology, acting as a magnifier and recorder. They also double as reading glasses.
  
  • A solemn, brooding face, with rough features. His build features a medium frame that is usually layered with coats, sweaters, button-up shirts, and whatever he can scrounge from his closet. His fashion seems to have no rhyme or reason to it, the only consistency being the choice of darker colors. The way he dresses himself is exceedingly bland.
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  The Robin.

  
  Aaron Helwick was born in Maine, and raised alone by his mother. As an only child, he was rather reclusive, a tad anxious, and independent early on. Prior to and during schooling, he was praised for his efficiency—brought into advanced classes in comparison to peers his age. Though academics came easy to him, Aaron lived an illustrious yet lonely childhood.
  
  It wasn’t until the midst of his teen years he diverted expectations of an uptight, perfect student with the likes of Corey Becker—someone who shared his brilliance, but was far more of a delinquent. Becker rumored of a youth-preserving, life-prolonging drug that he aspired to one day get ahold of. He promised Aaron that when he did, they would live immortal lives together, and see the future beyond their intended lifespans. Corey was his only friend, but unfortunately their contact with each other dwindled when Aaron went off to college, and eventually, medical school.
  
  In hindsight, Aaron recalled that he never dreamed to be a doctor, much less a surgeon. In his childhood, he discovered an injured robin, its feathers adorned with a fiery red, and it chirped and chattered a broken, solemn tune. Upon finding it, he took it in and nurtured the bird back to health, releasing it promptly afterward. The encounter inspired the possibility of becoming a veterinarian within him, but as he studied, he became fascinated with medical sciences. That fascination was short-lived, though, and the reality of medical school hit him so mercilessly he may as well have quit. The only thing that discouraged him was the possibility of straying from success, living as a college dropout with no direction, and ultimately regretting his decision. So he continued on with his education, eventually becoming a renowned surgeon in his field.
  
  

  The Surgeon.

  
  Upon Becker’s return, he brought with him an egregious stash of the illusive, immortality promising drug, peter pan. Twenty years prior, Aaron had been convinced they would never speak again. The surprise visit, however, was no reunion. When Becker reached out—or rather, someone he knew—it was to demand an emergency surgery. Aaron did not know the details of Becker’s incident, other than it had been drug-related and absolutely imperative that it be kept under wraps. The surgery took place in his own home and was unsuccessful. Following his death, Aaron found Becker’s gold mine of Peter Pan, and after much hesitation, grief, and guilt, jumpstarted his personal usage of the drug. He did not sell it or discuss the incident. The small-time drug dealer had disappeared. This was what Corey Becker would have wanted.
  
  As technology advanced, so did opportunities in the medical field. Aaron first practiced biomechatronics well into his career as a surgeon, and an average doctor adding modifications to some of the first approved patients, before much was known about the technology.
  
  Unfortunately, Aaron’s usage of Peter Pan forced him to retire in order to avoid suspicion. It would be no exaggeration to say that he was frankly sick of his job, but having no other qualifications, he did what he did best—and applied his skillset in illegal cybernetic modifications. The initial sketchiness of his offers did not outweigh the results—as he perfected his craft, he was fairly well-known in the world of biomechatronics.
  
  

  Lost Boys.

  
  Shortly following Aaron’s retirement as a surgeon, he made his home in New Tokyo. In order to transform his apartment into the operating room it is today—and it feels more like a hospital than it ever could a home—his materials were stolen. Over a period of several weeks, a number of robberies were reported throughout New Tokyo of unconventional items, most were commonly used for surgery and cybernetics.
  
  Now and then, he attended gladiator fights in Little Neverland. With the perfect opportunity, and gladiators who needed the best cybernetic implants as much as he needed the money, he was able to make a name for himself in Little Neverland, and by association, the Lost Boys.
  
  Eventually, he worked closely with Wrath, and is responsible for the majority of Wrath’s current cybernetic implants. Through Wrath, he met Gluttony, and accepted the offer to join the infamous Lost Boys. For years, he’s built them nearly anything they’ve asked of him. Though he highly prefers to remain in obscurity, any threat to the Lost Boys will surely drive him out of hiding.
  
  
  
  
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  Journalist L. Parker’s report on the illegal making of biomechatronics. Notes are on the suspect, Aaron Helwick.
  
  > Dr. Helwick’s psyche has been the most difficult to evaluate thus far. Due to the way he secludes himself, it’s hard to know almost anything at all. I suspect he would like to keep it this way. Helwick is extremely careful, and he doesn’t have much of a public or digital presence.
  
  > Caution is no surprise from someone so reserved. I would say he values the quiet. I respect that. Making a guess, I’d attribute such aloofness to simply a lack of initial trust.
  
  > Unlike those with similar crimes, his work is tidy, professional, and he carries out his operations in such a methodical manner. Oddly, he approaches almost nothing else in that same way. Over the years he’s only gotten lazier—passionless and bitter—slothful. As far as I can tell, he works exclusively on what he’s commissioned for and spends his off-time leisurely. I suppose that’s all he really does.
  
  > Many of Dr. Helwick’s clients have suggested that he’s true to his word. He knows the extent of his abilities and he knows when a task is impossible. There’s never any hesitation in saying so. In fact, he’s declined numerous potential clients, but there’s not much consistency to these decisions, making him quite unpredictable.
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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Eternity bores me,
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the glutton

anahit.

full name

anahit tadevosyan

nicknames

ana, gluttony

age

appears 38

d.o.b.

979 BC (2,930 years ago as of the year 2109)

ethnicity

armenian

sexuality

homoromantic, pansexual

gulag orkestar

beirut

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visage

height

5'11"

weight

135 lbs

hair c.

dark brown

eye c.

green

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psyche

some call her goddess, others call her snake with a slithering tongue. decadence weighs heavy for most but for her it is a silk robe upon her slender shoulders. she is delight spinning in unrepentant, gluttonous pleasure, lips spread in a languid smile as she holds out a slender hand to caress or to kill. take her hand, turn your dreams to reality, feel the rush of it course through your veins. lovely anahit glows with unending rapture: making you a servant to a feeling that makes your stomach turn and your heart flutter – it feels dangerously close to love. yet what a terrible enemy she would make. the souls of the thousands of men that stood in her way glow behind the green eyes of terrible anahit, who has never given up and who has never failed.

this is how they speak of her, like she were a supreme being sat atop mount olympus. such rumors are to be expected for the woman who has lived 3,000 years and granted the world the gift of immortality. they say she is the snake in the tree of knowledge and oh! how she delights in it. but what is fact and what is facade? anahit plays the game well enough so none may ever know. but for the few she has chosen to peek behind the curtain, they see. she smells like rose petals and she smiles with just one corner of her red mouth. the shadows of her face harbor secrets and desperation. for all her mystery, doleful anahit has never walked truly alone - perhaps she cannot.

she is gluttony, the giver of unending life, the mother of six lost boys whom she loves so dearly. that is all you need to know.

likes

cigarettes, children, wine, music, the lost boys, cats, silk, decadence, fine food, money

dislikes

losing, messes, animal/child abuse, bad food, bad wine, cheap clothing, gambling, liars, quiet

fears

being alone, death, life, decay

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