Futuristic All That Remains

[Elle Joyner]

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I am NOT currently accepting applications for SHADOWS. All applications must be for Remnants

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Approval: In the event that you are approved, you will be invited into a group PM, where plotting will begin.


All approved characters are still subject to revision. Failure to revise may result in removal of accepted status.

Denial: Due to the nature of the AUDITION PROCESS, if you are denied a character within this particular RP you will not be considered for further roles.

Revision: In this particular RP, due to the AUDITION PROCESS, I will not be asking for revisions except in APPROVED CSs.

HOW THAT LOOKS

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How Many Spots Are There? I will be allowing between 5-7 characters. Spots can not be reserved without first consulting me. If you are interested, post an application. When Will the Game Start? The game should commence no more than a week after characters have been chosen. During this time, plotting will occur in a group PM. What Are You Looking For? Well thought out, fleshed out characters who fit well into the world and add something of interest to the storyline. I will also be checking your history on the site, in order to ensure dedication, a willingness to work well with others and regular postings. Be creative and thorough ! What's the Style & Pace for this Roleplay? This is an advanced roleplay, between casual and detailed. I am looking for people who are comfortable with multiple paragraphs per post, who are able to post at least 1-2 posts per players, per week. Other Questions? If you have other questions, drop me a PM.

*Special thanks to @Erica for the formatting of these questions

BEFORE APPLYING:

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Please be sure to read the rules and regulations. This is NOT optional.


If you have followed these initial steps and are ready to to apply for a character please fill out the following forms. While filling out the sheets, please take your time and use as much description as possible. Be creative! I am only accepting a max of TEN players in this particular RP, so I will be extremely choosy with applications. If you are not prepared to write at least TWO PARAGRAPHS per post, please do not apply.


To ensure that we have a realistic idea of what your character actually looks like, I ask that your stick to real images or gifs (no personal images/selfie/animation/anime). If you need assistance with finding an image, please PM me.


I also ask for a writing sample at the foot of your skeleton - this is to ensure the best quality of roleplay for everyone involved, as well as the best fit for each character.


Again... Don't forget to read the rules before posting your skeleton! When you have posted your skeleton, PLEASE allow me time to review it, then check back to see your APPROVAL/DENIAL/REVISION notice. Happy creating!!




You may alter/add to the skeleton as you see fit, but please do not remove any categories without my permission.

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[Elle Joyner]

Temperance Keller

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  Height: 5'6"
  
  
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  Hair Color: Ginger blonde
  
  
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  A true ginger, Temperance bears a pale complexion beneath a mop of long orange-blonde hair. Her eyes are large, a deep brown, nearly black and almond shaped, her nose small and taut, lips full, curved in a constant smile. Altogether, she is pretty, conventionally, her greatest feature the subtle lilt of her mouth, giving her an impossibly pleasant disposition, no matter her mood.
  
  
  Structurally, she is long and narrow, standing at average height and slightly underweight, but not without muscle definition. Her bust line is small, and often the source of teasing, but she is not without womanly graces, mostly seen in fuller hips and a slender waist, and small, delicate hands and feet.
  
  
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  Name: Temperance Eleanor Keller
  
  
  Age: Eighteen
  
  
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  Skills: Minor medical care, people-reading, plant-knowledge
  
  
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  • Strong: Mentally, Temperance is sharp as a tack, and physically she isn't lacking. It's her will, however, and her strength for survival that is most powerful.

  
  
  

  • Compassionate: Temp is a giver - be it a shoulder to cry on, her share of the rations, or the shirt of her back, there's very little she wouldn't give to someone in need, whether she knew them or not.

  
  
  

  • Intelligent: Temp is incredibly smart and pragmatic. She is a quick problem solver and rarely allows her feelings to get in the way or cloud her judgment.

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  • Cautious: Temp has always been friendly, but there are limits that she will not cross - her fear of losing loved ones far surpassing her desire for companionship.

  
  
  

  • Selfless: Temp will always think of others first, even to her own detriment. She will go out of her way to fix or help someone, even when it's not her place.

  
  
  

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  When Temperance Keller was born, one would have been hard pressed to find a more mild mannered, pleasant baby, unfamiliar with strife, and unaware of the difficulties that lay ahead of her. By the time she was transitioned into the Isolation pod, however, she had developed something of a stubborn, strong-headed streak that belied her name. It wasn't long lived, and over time she mellowed, but for the first few years of her life, Temp was a force to be reckoned with.
  
  
  It wasn't until her education began that she really settled into herself - her intelligence and knack for common sense made studies easy and the more Temp excelled, the more she enjoyed the very concept of learning. She began to devour every data file she could get her hands on, but found none more enjoyable than the biological study of plants.
  
  
  Around this same time, Temp began to make friends within the group of Illegal Borns, studying their behavior and adapting her own in order to gain loyalty and trust. Over time, she built a small, but close knit circle, a comfortable crew of companions on whom she could rely, and vice versa.
  
  
  Despite her comfort with others and her ability to read people, Temp always held herself back, just slightly, from everyone - careful not to give too much of herself away. It was a defense mechanism developed from her early abandonment and the fear of losing those she loved.
  
  
  Upon the failure of the Space Station's life support system and their subsequent sentencing to Earth, Temp severed most of her ties, retreating fully into herself to avoid the tragedy that would certainly befall all of them, upon their arrival on the planet's surface...
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  You do know the general composition of poison ivy, right? Because you're about to eat it... Temperance

  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
  
  No one expected it. It was always a surprise when an Illegal Born surfaced, but absolutely no one could have anticipated that one might come from a senior member of the security patrol... a man whose own son was well on his way to becoming a part of the Presidential Guard. Mistakes happened, that's what they told George and Mary Keller - and they were assured they wouldn't be punished, themselves. But it sure felt like punishment when Temperance was taken from them at only five years of age.

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  Temperance is called Rainy, because on one particular occasion in lock down she set off the sprinkles, trying to bake a birthday cake for a fellow inmate in a make-shift oven built from spare radiator parts.

  
  
  Growing up in lock down was no picnic, but Temperance made the best of it, becoming something of the resident 'mother-figure'. Even as a child, others looked to her for help where they couldn't find it, and Temperance excelled at being that constant comfort.
  
  
  Contrary to what some felt, lock down, while not exactly a charming experience, was hardly the nightmare it was made out to be. Temperance made the best of it, and managed even, to make the best of it for others as well. But nothing could have prepared them for the news that the Space Station life support system was failing.
  
  
  The Station's survival now rested in the hands of thirty kids who were never supposed to be born. Pariahs, hated, just for taking up a little extra oxygen were now the only hope for humanity... It didn't matter that these were the people who had locked them up. For the thirty, they were going home... and that... that made everything worthwhile.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Mother: Mary Keller (Frm. Wincott)
  
  
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[AkuTheWolfOkami]

Hakeem Langston McGregor

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  Height: 6'1"
  
  
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  Much like his father, Hakeem is naturally a large man. His metabolism is slow, which allows "fat" to hang around a lot more than the others. He was large to the members in lockdown, but just slightly above average in terms of the normal population. Being in lockdown though, motivated him to work and he used this slow metabolism to turn a lot of it to muscle.
  
  
  From that, he tends to keep himself clean shaven and his hair cut low. His clothes generally fit well, perhaps bartering for slightly baggier clothes, and always shooting for suits if possible. He rarely smiles, but it isn't because he can't smile, he just kind of naturally scowls.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Name: Hakeem "Dream" Langston McGregor
  
  
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  Where do we start with Dream. He has a habit of being the guy to write his thoughts in the most beautiful of poetic schemes, leaving every thought dripping into a vacuum where space and time seems to not exist. Peace seems to exist in his writings, but the man...
  
  
  A man who seems to have a permanent scowl, and seems to question everything. He's built a living off his wit which some match with a fox, and the detective skills of batman. He tends to enjoy tinkering with things, and has a hard time listening to others, priding his self off of his knowledge and how often he is right.
  
  
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  I guess it ain't all so bad Hakeem

  
  
  Born to a father, who was one of the Mechanics on the ship and a mother who was on the security squad, everything seemed to be just fine and dandy..well. Until they realized they were having twins.
  
  
  Hakeem was the second born of the set of twins to one of the mechanics, Hakeem Alexander McGregor, and a mechanical lead of security, Technical Sergeant Leila McGregor. They took Hakeem when he was 3, as he had developed quickly and had become large for his age and quite intelligent.
  
  
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[Vengeance Spirit]

Sydney Cassanova

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  Height: 5'8"
  
  
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  Sydney is rather petite, his body weight does not seem to be well-adjusted to his height. He has long legs that have near no meat on them. While his small size gives advantages, Sydney lacks any real muscle mass to carry objects. Small blue eyes that show an element of fear in them. They give a cowardice look that is even brought out more by his constant folding of his lips. He has freckles that cover his cheeks and parts of his nose. The freckles are a light brown shade and are hard to see in direct sunlight unless someone is really up close to Sydney. He presses a thumb to his teeth during times of deeper thought. He caries near no confidence in his walk, constantly staggering and tripping on things. He seems to be a nervous wreck with his hair almost always in a complete mess. From a far away look, most would judge him quickly as a weakling. His voice is small and trembles a lot, unsure of what he really wants to say. He's easily talked over or not noticed. He commonly puts his hands in his pockets to cope when he feels uncomfortable. Staring into complete space with his eyes glaring at whatever is in front of him, without him noticing what he's staring at. Joshua blushes heavily when he has a crush on someone. Unable to control himself, if he finds someone attractive he tries his best to keep it hidden but his cheeks turn a rosy red color. His clothing is baggy and seems to not fit him exactly, a size or two down would do him justice but he doesn't like the discomfort. Sweatpants and simple button down shirts are his usual style.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Name: Sydney Johnathan Cassanova
  
  
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  • Honest: Not feeling the need to lie, Sydney almost always feels compelled to tell the truth. Even when it could be harmful to him. He almost never lies, and if he does its usually easy to see through.
    
  • Naturalist Intelligence: Able to find little objects in nature. He seems to be most tranquil and calm when no one is near him in the forests. When his feet touch the ground he feels all the world's burdens disappear.
    

  
  
  

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  • Cowardliness: In moments of great fear, Sydney will not hesitate to leave whoever he has to behind when his own life is in danger. While normally kind, these situations awaken a terrible feeling in him that makes him handicapped.
    
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  Sydney seems to need other people to survive. Unable to make most decisions on his own, he constantly asks other people for advice or how to do simple tasks. He's kind and seems to be willing to help others when he needs to. But, his cowardliness gets in the way of him performing any sort of brave acts. His initial instinct in times of danger is to just run without looking back. He has large amounts of problems dealing with pressuring situations where an answer isn't simple. He has to follow someone's order or he'll be unsure of his actions. He feels better when micromanaged and told directly what to do instead of an ambiguous command, that could be interpreted several ways. He's not shy around new people, always willing to make conversation without reading a person's body language on how much they really want to talk with him. He loves conversations about nature, he finds it astonishing how Earth could be so beautiful. He seems to be a tad bit afraid of people until he begins to understand them. When finally understanding someone, he then trusts them rapidly. Currently, he's reaching a peak in his life and his personality seems to be changing a bit. There's a fork in the road between if he'll go towards what's more survival savvy or become a complete shell. He's honest and hard-working when helping others. In stress-free environments he can work effectively, coming up with plans and being able to elaborate on his thoughts. When stress is involved, he seems to panic and be unable to do the things that he normally can. He seems to be in touch with his emotions, able to read his own self and understand his true intentions. He doesn't scare away from what hides within himself.
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  "We're the lucky ones when you think of it. We get to see all of this." Sydney Cassanova

  
  
  Born to two politicians, not only was Sydney an Illegal born but he was also a mistake. A foolish accident that was caused when his father used a contraceptive incorrectly. If news of Sydney had reached out, danger would come to his parents. Not only were they politicians, but they were both infamous for their constant opposing views on issues. Sydney's mother took a week off during her pregnancy, she said to repair her mind a bit. She knew during that week she had to come up with a plan, she couldn't have people notice her pregnancy. She already had an older child who was well into his teens by now. Her sister was a doctor. This allowed her to devise a plan to extend her break. Her sister wrote a note explaining that she was terribly ill and would need at least a year off for recovery. She couldn't leave bed during this time, she had to hide her pregnancy. As luck would have it, she gained only a few pounds so people who knew her wouldn't be able to notice much. Only her mother noticed when her belly button was sticking out, she asked her what she would do. Her mother was a cunning women, she wanted to take care of the baby. She didn't want her daughter to be harmed. When the baby was born, her mother took the baby to raise it.
  
  
  Sydney's grandmother was an old engineer who used to work directly on repairing the ship. As time went on, she became more of a planner than a doer. She was well-known for her craft. Sydney was raised under his grandmother's roof. His mother visited on most days, and his father on occasions. He grew up scared of other people, his grandmother told him stories about what happened to illegals. His grandmother, being the wise woman she was, found ways to sneak him into the library. The librarian did not mind the fact he was, as some would describe "An unwanted child." Sydney's grandmother and the librarian were friends back in their days. Sydney spent his days reading about Earth. Interested in the forms of nature that lied there. He took up several different crafts as well, old cook books about Earthen recipes interested him. He learned skills about how to cook and cure different types of meat. He had dreams that someday he would be on Earth, for this reason he wanted to learn how to survive on the planet. His grandmother gave wind to his dreams, knowing very well he would probably never have a real life. What would they do when he grew up? He was a second child. He wouldn't be able to get education...Only the books that he clung to would be his knowledge. She let him dream and even told him more about how things were before space came along. Being a wildly intelligent and knowledgeable woman, she could speak great lengths about the history of mankind.
  
  
  Things were going well for a long time, Sydney would spend his days in the library and come back home in the evenings to meet with his grandmother. The librarian found a secret hole in the library for him to hide if anyone came. Sydney was happy, ignorant to the real struggles that other faces. At last, this kind of paradise would not last for second borns. They were never given true happiness for long. Little did he know how his father was taking this. A man who was an outspoken against illegal borns. He claimed in his campaigns that there had to be stricter rules to prevent this. Claiming that people after the first child had to be made infertile to stop the spread of it. One day when visiting Sydney, his father came in drunk. The smell of liquor was one that Sydney would never forget. That was the first time he had even caught scent of something so foul. It made his nostrils burn. His father was furious, he lunged at Sydney and began to hit him several times in a drunken rage. Sydney's grandmother tried to get the crazy man off her grandson, but she was elbowed and hit into the fridge. She screamed, guards came and Sydney was captured. His grandmother lied about what happened, claiming the father tried to force her to take care of Sydney. Sydney's father was executed and Sydney was arrested. His grandmother visited him several times, she felt guilty for what happened even though she knew nothing could be done about it. Sydney's mother didn't visit, she didn't want to seem suspicious. And now, on Earth Sydney seems to be easily the least independent out of all of the children. Unable to deal with stress, afraid of others and not adaptive to new situations.
  
  
  
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The wind whistled as it brushed against the hollow holes of the trees. Birds flew from oak to oak, chirping loudly to embrace the morning. The sun greeted the bird's beautiful song back with its rays. Sydney's face smiled as he watched the many mysteries of nature unfold. He loved to see nature's works in the morning. Early before the others had awoken, he liked these tranquil times to himself away from all the anarchy and madness. Sydney had adventured around, mapping out each place and comparing the scenery to the pictured in the books he had read. While the books' photos were astonishing, nothing could ever compare to the feeling of being in nature. Sydney's bare feet pressed against the leaves and grass below him, a slight satisfying crunching sound heard with each step. The sound put an even larger smile on his face, pressing from cheek to cheek. The forest was a bit dark, even though it was morning. The large trees had blocked many of the sun's rays from hitting Sydney. His slow walking allowed him time to take deep breaths, calm down and enjoy the ambiance. He found himself sitting down on a log soon enough. Staring at everything passing by in awe. He thought to himself All of this...All of this is ours. No people to take it away from us...It's strange to say...But I feel safer down here. Even with the constant changes...Up on the ship. It was never safe. His deepest thoughts came out when he was alone. He began his walk again, eventually meeting the outskirts of the forest which wasn't too far from where he had begun. His blonde hair seemed lighter now that the shade of the trees weren't hiding its true color.


Sydney took a good look around, he saw a quiet little river with large stones around it. A nearby deer bowed its head to drink the water from the river. Sydney make any quick movements. Keeping his body still, not wanting to scare the beast away. He observed the small animal, his eyes gleaming in interest as he did. He thought to himself How do the animals see us? Considering we haven't been among them for some time? Do they know what humans look like? A long time ago it was said animals feared us. Do they now? The deer finished drinking from the stream, moving its head up to see the boy in front of him. The animals muscles tensed quickly in fear as it jolted away without looking back. I hope I'm not intruding on its territory. He put his hand in the water and stroked against the stream, back and forth. He laid down and put his hand behind his head, staring at the sky. His skin was becoming more tan each day that they stayed down here. He began to notice the several tan lines on his body as an effect of this as well. He didn't want to return to the camp yet, he just wanted some time alone. Without even wanting to, Sydney fell asleep in that position. His hand finally stopping its back and forth movement as his eyes closed and his body relaxed.

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Ashhen Harkness

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  Height:5'10"
  
  
  Weight:180
  
  
  Hair Colorark Brown
  
  
  Eye Color: Blue
  
  
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  Tattoos:Sleeve of incomprehensible passages, left arm
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Ashhen stands with a slender figure with a slightly hunched forward posture. Constantly swaying forwards and backwards slightly while idle. Bark colored hair falls flat on head, appearing consistently greasy, but always kept cut to a short and sharp look. Face dotted with rapidly appearing and disappearing facial blemishes, due to touching his face constantly. Glimmers slightly from fair complexion.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Name: Ashhen Harkness
  
  
  Age: 19
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
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  Skills: 1: Deductive reasoning 2: Competent at basic survival 3: Small pack leadership possibility
  
  
  Unusual Quirks/Habits: Constantly adjusting clothing. Obsessive touching of face, hair.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  • Leadership : Always trying and willing to make choices for the greater good of the group
    

  
  
  

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  • Compassion : The suffering or harm of another man is also feels as a lose to Ashley as well, mourning the lose alongside
    

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  • Nervousness : Feeling of lack of confidence, cannot bring himself to speak above another
    

  
  
  

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  In the beginning of the first days of Ashhen's childhood, he could be described as anything but content. His seams almost burst with anticipation and passion, ready to move forward and explore all of the minuscule little world he could possibly know about.
  
  
  Then, the seeming end days of exile. Ashhen's feelings of anticipation were quickly met by and dramatically slowed by the others, others that could express their own prowess and anticipation, suppressing his own. Ashhen then grew cynically shrewd, anxious, and threatened. Schooling was not much assistance either to Ashhen's lack of expression. Whilst doing whatever task was put forward to him, another child could, proudly, address their mastery, which surpassed Ashhen's own. Though, these would be the ones Ashhen must follow to survive.
  
  
  Packs and pack leadership were among if not the most essential part of life as an Illegal Born. Ashhen never seemed to talk up to the leaders of those small packs, only able to join some mediocre groups that could deal with Ashhen just drifting into their ranks. He'd stand contently and listen, attempting to do whatever was addressed to him, without revealing some of his own ideas as to not be criticized by his higher ups.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  "There ain't no room for another hero" Ashhen

  
  
  Some parents of Illegal Borns take it better than others. They, realize the severity of their mistake, and understand the harm they have possibly done to the good of the entire station. Ashhen's parents were not of that variety. Ashhen's father, a lowly public domain engineer by the name of Victor, had only wished to continue a life after his surely would end. Ashhen's mother, Amy, agreed after their first born, Daven, angered the wrong types of peoples, never to be seen once again by his parents, doomed to an existence of prison. Ashhen's parents, in a rush of emotion and passion, decided to preform the forsaken act of another child.
  
  
  Ashhen was thrown into the lock down without any knowledge of what to expect. Act content, don't speak out, don't be the hero, those were the words Ashhen made himself obey, seeing it as the only way to achieve survival. Ashhen did not always accept this feeling of dis-empowerment however. When first exposed to the lockdown environment, Ashhen played out his personality just as he always had, speaking loud, proud, and with the purpose of commanding the others. Almost immediately, Ashhen was met with a "Hey kid." and a swift strike straight to the stomach.
  
  
  That was the last of Ashhen's true attitude being able to shine through, But, a new opportunity has arisen, the failure of the life support systems. This was the opportunity, this was the chance Ashhen had been looking for. A literal breath of fresh air in a time of great distress, a new leader would have to attempt to rise.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  The repetitive echo of each clocks countdown only added to the cutthroat nature in section D1 of the lockdown yard. Each digital tick grew louder and quicker than the last it seemed, before resetting itself by the grace of the successive minute. Ashhen's corpse-like composure as he was thrown upon his metal bench was the only sound to break the repetition. "You've got to be branded kid, you're ours now." High pitched buzzing noises grew ever so present as a barbaric looking man arched over Ashhen with a needle as rusty as an old sewer pipe. Swiftly and without warning, the barbarian dipped the needle in pitch black ink, and began to label Ashhen as property. The feeling of such brutal agony pierced through his skin and echoed throughout his whole body, blacking out within a few moments. Once awoke, Ashhen looked over to see a legacy etched into his own, with characters not even he could quite make out. "Welcome to the Cavalry, kid."

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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Grace Raymo

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  Height: 4’11”
  
  
  Weight:130 Lbs
  
  
  Hair Color: Dark Brown
  
  
  Eye Color: Dark Brown
  
  
  Distinguishing Marks: She has a large scar on the back of her head where no hair grows, but you normally can't see it.
  
  
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  Grace is a known for her beautiful and wild hair. She always keeps it undone and loose. Her skin is a carmel color and she has alluring dark brown eyes. She also has one of those one-in-a-million smiles that seems to say ‘I know exactly what you’re thinking.’ oddly, it’s not even off-putting, it’s calming.
  
  
  Grace is about 5 ft, with a perfect hourglass figure. Despite her lowered rations, she’s never been skinny and has always maintained a soft build. Her arms, unlike the rest of her body, are muscular and strong-looking. Grace also has large hands and feet.
  
  
  She normally wears camo parachute pants that are extremely tattered and have been sewn up many times, a worn long sleeve grey shirt and a olive-drab cargo jacket.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Name: Grace Raymo
  
  
  Age: 17
  
  
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  Skills: 3 Grace and some of the other Illegal borns taught themselves self defence with and without a shank, making it easy to defend herself. Grace also knows a little about the wildlife on Earth, or at least whatever was there when they left (hunting).
  
  
  Unusual Quirks/Habits: Grace often worries about what makes a human, and thinking about the future of the human race automatically triggers a panic attack. She’s also claustrophobic.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  • Bravery: Grace has never been afraid of life-or-death situations, she marches into them with confidence and composure. She’s also not afraid of standing up for anything she believes in… if she thinks what she does will make a difference. She’ll also exhibit this behavior even if she knows for a fact she will get in trouble for it.
    

  
  
  

  • Tenacity: Despite all what life has thrown at her, Grace remains strong and extremely determined to live. When she gets to the point where most others would give up and sink into depression, she just gets back up and suffers through it.
    

  
  
  

  • Understanding: Grace understands almost everyone. She has an open-mind which makes it easy to see someone else’s perspective. This isn’t to say she’s a pushover, she has her own opinions, she’s just better at perceiving other people's thoughts.
    

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  • Bravery: Yes, it can be a strength, but in some life-or-death situations, you really shouldn’t run head-on. Grace has always considered her self worth to be lower than other due to the fact that she’s illegal born, so she’s more prone to risk her life unnecessarily.
    

  
  
  

  • Panic Attacks: Everytime Grace considered the fact that the whole human race might one day disappear and never be remembered, she goes into extremely damaging panic attacks that have been known to go on for at most a whole day.
    

  
  
  

  • Inability to Please: Grace is by no means complaisant. She will not reserve her opinions to accommodate someone else. She speaks her mind, and doesn’t give anyone special treatment.
    

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Grace is a walking contradiction. On the good days, she is inspiring, a good leader, and brave. She walks with her head high and her fists up. On these days, nothing can bring Grace down and the complications she faces make her stronger and more determined.
  
  
  Unfortunately, Grace’s bad days are extremely destructive. She feels unwanted- a burden onto the survival of the human race- and scared at the possibility she might be the reason the whole race dies out. Mostly on her bad days Grace is anxious. She won’t eat and she won't talk much either, but she will try to show strength for her fellow illegal borns. (on these days, Temperance Keller is a good friend and extremely supportive)
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  ”We’ll make it, we’ll get down there and it’ll be paradise… it has to be.” Grace

  
  
  

  

  
  
  Grace was born to a repairwoman. This woman had a husband and a 5-year-old, but Grace’s father wasn’t the existing child’s father. Grace’s real father is unknown. Her mother was a mousy, shy woman who few knew well and no one held in high regard. She was terrified when she became pregnant, and didn’t want the shame of an illegal born. She decided to have her in secret. She was planing at first to keep Grace and raise her in secret. However, when she was born, Grace howled. She wouldn’t stop screaming and soon her mother realized something had to be done quickly. The mother realized how hard it would be to raise a child in secret and tried bashing Grace’s head over a cabinet. It was too late, however, and someone had already heard the child’s screaming. Grace was saved with little to no head trauma. It was really a miracle she survived. The person who discovered her took her to the clinic and didn’t tell them she was an illegal born, fortunately. When they did figure it out, it was too late, Grace was healthy.
  
  
  Grace grew up in the system, and the woman who tried to kill her was found to be a criminal. She grew up around all illegal born, and that coupled with the fact that her mother tried to kill her has always chipped away at her self-worth. She grew really close to Temperance Keller, who shared her love for everything about Earth. Grace was a little bit more interested, however, and everyday when their quarters were facing Earth Grace would stare out the window and try and identify the continents.
  
  
  When Grace heard that she was being sent to Earth, its an understatement to say he was excited. She saw it as an opportunity to not only give back to the community she had wronged by her existence, and also the opportunity to re-establish a human presence on the world and to ensure that they would continue.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 
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Grace was running, she hadn’t run since she was 5. Slowly, her surroundings became aware to her. She saw green- lots and lots of green. Trees passed her rapidly. As she ran, bushes and brambles cut her legs and she fell, face forward into the mud. Realizing she didn’t know what she was running from, she rolled over and decided to just lie in the mud, wanting to catch her breath. The forest was beautiful. The trees filtered the light from the bright sun, leaving a little light to dance and play over her eyelids, and lazy bugs hovered over her. Something was wrong, though. The air… it was… still. Panic slowly filled Grace. She realized that she couldn't hear birds or the leaves rustling or anything except a low humming noise. A man appeared above her. He had cruel face and was wearing guard's armor. “It’s time to go.” He said solemnly. She knew what time it was. Time to be thrown out, time to be ejected and cast from their presence. She didn’t want to go. She stood up and started running again, this time faster. The humming grew louder, What was that? The man behind was catching up… She didn’t want to be forced out into the cold abyss of space. Her breath grew short and the space around her seemed to be running out even though she could see it was endless forests all around. The humming started to bother her and it got louder. The man was now right behind her. He let out a sort of growl as he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to the ground. As she fell, the humming was as loud as ever. She woke up suddenly, finding herself in her lockdown buck. She was breathless and sweating. Grace got up to look out the window, seeing Earth float lazily below. Suddenly she realized what the humming from the dream was- it was the environmental system. It sounded weird though, straining. Like something was wrong with it. It had been sounding odd like this for days now and it worried Grace. She pushed the frightening thought from her mind and stared at the blue marble in her window. It comforted her like nothing else could. The continent of Europe was in view, Tan and scorched just like always. Suddenly another illegal born ran into her door-frame.


“Have you heard the news?” He asked, out of breath.

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[Kharmin]

Alysson

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  Height: 5'7"
  
  
  Weight: 125#
  
  
  Hair Color: Blonde
  
  
  Eye Color: Blue
  
  
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  Alysson is an average height, average build young woman with straight, blonde hair that cascades to her shoulder blades. Her face, with piercing, radiant blue eyes, is her only feature that is above average; many would find her quite pretty if she made more of an effort to keep the rest of herself in shape.
  
  
  Typically, Allyson can be found wearing drab, comfortable pants and loose, soft, cotton sweaters or sweat-shirts that fit easily over her form. Occasionally, she will wear small but elegant clips or combs in her hair that she has fashioned from scrap pieces of wire or metal that she has scavenged.
  
  
  Alysson's eyes are usually wide with wonder, like a child who is seeing things for the first time. This makes her face naturally light up with an honest, gentle smile which also serves to enhance her beauty which is overshadowed by her conservative, comfortable clothes.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Name: Alysson
  
  
  Age: 19
  
  
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  Skills: small electronics engineer, metallurgist, pick-pocket
  
  
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  • Logical: Alysson enjoys puzzles and putting things into order. Although perhaps not the fastest thinker, certain things simply make sense to her and she can easily follow patterns to their conclusions.
    

  
  
  

  • Prestidigitator: Alysson is a practiced sleight-of-hand artist. More to amuse herself, she manipulates things in her hands and makes them appear or disappear as if by magic.
    

  
  
  

  • Realist: Alysson is not jaded by perceptions of others, nor does she pay credence to biases and groupthink. She views life without lenses and adapts to the reality of her existence. Her views and opinions will always be without prejudice or favoritism.
    

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  • Kleptomaniac: Alysson has an unconscious compulsion to take things that aren't hers. More often than not she is surprised to find things in her pockets or in her possession that she didn't know she had, usually by picking someone's pocket or some other magician's trick.
    

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Alysson has no recollection of her parents. She was sentenced to lock-down at a very young age and was told that it was because her parents didn't want her. Pretty as a child, and also as a teen, Alysson found solace in working with puzzles or other things that used her hands and her mind. She never kept herself toned and fit; however her natural metabolism kept her from becoming overweight.
  
  
  She tried her best to make friends, but they always seemed to have more than Alysson ever had. Internally, she was quite jealous and soon found ways to take things from others. At first, she was caught often but as her skill improved, her kleptomania became a natural part of her such that more times than not, when accused, Alysson was just as surprised as everyone else that she had taken others possessions. This has caused a great mis-trust of her, even though the thefts were, in her mind, unintentional.
  
  
  Left to her own, Alysson withdrew to herself and dived further into her studies of metals and wires which pretty much comprised their environment in Isolation. With hand-made tools (and a few others Alysson 'found'), she became quite adept at working on tedious, small things. Small electronics made sense to her, and when given the time Alysson is able to fix broken devices, even those deemed beyond repair. The item might not work exactly as it had before, but she is able to restore some level of functionality to it. She also hand-crafted jewelry from bits of wire and metal scraps and would often gift them to people in an effort to regain their friendship and trust.
  
  
  But Alysson was kept out of the popular circles and cliques in lock-down. She was the stereotypical geek girl (who, ironically, was pretty) that most shunned as being odd or simply not "cool" enough to be included.
  
  
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  This is yours? Oh. Sorry, I didn't know you lost it. Alysson

  
  
  Her earliest memories are of the Isolation/Lock-Down ward. Given up by unknown parents at a very early age, Alysson was raised by some of the residents there and once she became old enough to survive on her own, she was left to her own devices. She was called Alysson as a child and the name stuck.
  
  
  Inquisitive, and quite dexterous with her fine, thin fingers Alysson tinkered with whatever she found lying about. Discarded junk and debris made for her entertainment and Alysson discovered a talent for manipulating things with her hands. Continual practice and effort honed her skills and her fascination with objects caused no end to turmoil for her as the few prized possessions of others frequently found themselves in her pockets.
  
  
  Alysson never really meant to steal from anyone and when accosted for her thievery, she was honestly apologetic. Her kleptomania came naturally to her and Alysson found that unless she kept her fingers busy doing ... well, anything ... then they tended to have minds of their own.
  
  
  Thus, life in lock-down was lonely. Despite her efforts to smile prettily and her genuine efforts to find fellowship among the others in her plight, most kept their distance as they mistrusted her otherwise sticky fingers.
  
  
  When the life support began to fail, and the Isolation residents were deemed necessary to jettison to the Earth, Alysson's heart leaped at the opportunity to go somewhere else where she might find different people to join who might not ostracize her as much as she had been.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Alysson carries a folded square foot of cloth in which she keeps her assorted tools. They are her prized possessions.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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Luca Sif

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  Height: 6'1"
  
  
  Weight: 175
  
  
  Hair Color: Brunette
  
  
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  Luca is a handsome figure and well aware of the fact. Tall and well-built, he cuts a sturdy figure, with strong arms, a broad chest and shoulders and a thick neck. His waist narrows in and his legs and long and lean.
  
  
  He has a long, structured face, with strong cheek bones, a boxy jaw and a perfectly triangular nose. His lips are evenly bowed and thin, his eyes narrow and deep-set, a clear grey. His hair is dark brunette, closely cropped at the sides, longer on top, and he generally has some form of scruff on his face, though typically close-shaven.
  
  
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  Name: Luca Dane Sif
  
  
  Age: Twenty
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
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  Skills: Hunting/tracking, fighting
  
  
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  • Confident: What Luca does, he generally succeeds at - this is because of the empowering nature of his optimistic confidence.

  
  
  

  • Competent: A quick learner, there's very little Luca can't do and even less he won't try.

  
  
  

  • Charming (to a degree): Despite being a egomaniac, Luca can also be quite the ladies man...and has been known to show uncommon levels of courtesy and chivalry.

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  • Cocky: Arrogant to the last drop, Luca has no trouble boasting his own brilliance.

  
  
  

  • Reckless: Without a doubt, Luca exists to jump first, ask questions later. He is impulsive, daring and doesn't typically care what the consequences for his actions might be.

  
  
  

  • Caustic: When he wants to, Luca can be quite plainly, as ass... He'll say what's on his mind, regardless of how harmful it might be.

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  When Temperance Keller was born, one would have been hard pressed to find a more mild mannered, pleasant baby, unfamiliar with strife, and unaware of the difficulties that lay ahead of her. By the time she was transitioned into the Isolation pod, however, she had developed something of a stubborn, strong-headed streak that belied her name. It wasn't long lived, and over time she mellowed, but for the first few years of her life, Temp was a force to be reckoned with.
  
  
  It wasn't until her education began that she really settled into herself - her intelligence and knack for common sense made studies easy and the more Temp excelled, the more she enjoyed the very concept of learning. She began to devour every data file she could get her hands on, but found none more enjoyable than the biological study of plants.
  
  
  Around this same time, Temp began to make friends within the group of Illegal Borns, studying their behavior and adapting her own in order to gain loyalty and trust. Over time, she built a small, but close knit circle, a comfortable crew of companions on whom she could rely, and vice versa.
  
  
  Despite her comfort with others and her ability to read people, Temp always held herself back, just slightly, from everyone - careful not to give too much of herself away. It was a defense mechanism developed from her early abandonment and the fear of losing those she loved.
  
  
  Upon the failure of the Space Station's life support system and their subsequent sentencing to Earth, Temp severed most of her ties, retreating fully into herself to avoid the tragedy that would certainly befall all of them, upon their arrival on the planet's surface...
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  You do know the general composition of poison ivy, right? Because you're about to eat it... Temperance

  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
  
  No one expected it. It was always a surprise when an Illegal Born surfaced, but absolutely no one could have anticipated that one might come from a senior member of the security patrol... a man whose own son was well on his way to becoming a part of the Presidential Guard. Mistakes happened, that's what they told George and Mary Keller - and they were assured they wouldn't be punished, themselves. But it sure felt like punishment when Temperance was taken from them at only five years of age.

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  Temperance is called Rainy, because on one particular occasion in lock down she set off the sprinkles, trying to bake a birthday cake for a fellow inmate in a make-shift oven built from spare radiator parts.

  
  
  Growing up in lock down was no picnic, but Temperance made the best of it, becoming something of the resident 'mother-figure'. Even as a child, others looked to her for help where they couldn't find it, and Temperance excelled at being that constant comfort.
  
  
  Contrary to what some felt, lock down, while not exactly a charming experience, was hardly the nightmare it was made out to be. Temperance made the best of it, and managed even, to make the best of it for others as well. But nothing could have prepared them for the news that the Space Station life support system was failing.
  
  
  The Station's survival now rested in the hands of thirty kids who were never supposed to be born. Pariahs, hated, just for taking up a little extra oxygen were now the only hope for humanity... It didn't matter that these were the people who had locked them up. For the thirty, they were going home... and that... that made everything worthwhile.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  FAMILY
  
  Mother: Mary Keller (Frm. Wincott)
  
  
  Father: Senior Sergeant George Keller
  
  
  Brother: Cadet George Keller Jr.
  
  
  
  
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  EQUIPMENT
  
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