THE UNDERGROUND.

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    Social Class:     (lower, middle, upper)

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Anthony Haven Greaves

Why does the way we do things even matter anymore?
A. Haven Greaves


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Strength: 15


Intelligence: 14


Fortitude: 17


Wisdom: 17


Charisma: 18


Full Name: Anthony Haven Greaves


Underground Alias: "Savior"


Age: 23


Rank: "Rebel, bitch!"


Appearance:


Personality:


-/ demeaning, controlling, impulsive


+/ protective, hardy, charismatic


Background:


Anthony prefers to go by his middle name, Haven, because he thinks his first name sounds too corporate.


It was given to him by his father, Jericho Anthony, who is so corporate that you could smell it on him. Work gives life a purpose, he'd always say. He labors behind a dull grey computer screen counting stock and managing emails at BB Electronics, Inc and he thinks work gives life a purpose. A stroke of the peppery mustache that became moist with sweat after hours sometimes eased his nerves. That was his job. That is his job. And motherboard be damned if he didn't put his soul into it. His upper management watches him closely with a glass eye and a pristine lens. Through the camera stream they can appreciate his dedication. At the touch of a button, a bot might come in and bring him refreshments or maybe a cocktail at his request. Dab his forehead with a cloth maybe. Ice his weak foot, which was his left. And to think that he was just promoted from being a stock manager two months ago. So much purpose, he said, that it would keep him up at night.


Jericho's wife, or assignment, is a woman called Arelen Devis, known to the CEO as Devis. They were matched via a personality exam several years ago after his first wife was transferred out. March of 2102 was a terrible time for Arelen, whom Jericho was already friends with inside the offices of BB Inc. Her tight, wound bun pulled the corners of her friendly auburn eyes up ever so slightly making the pair smile when she didn't mean them to.


It was only long enough for Haven to become a teenager when Jericho and his first wife were reassigned. The green age of 15 was when Arelen was brought into the housing unit. A few words were exchanged between Arelen and Jericho's first wife as they were exchanged for each other.


TO BE FINISHED





Writing Sample:
 

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Full Name


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Kiri Mae Brames


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Underground Alias


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She is known simply as "K" by everyone in the slums to keep her true identity concealed. She was given the alias "Little Red" by the rebels, or just Red.


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Age


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Sixteen


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Social Class


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She is extremely upper class.


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Rank


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Rebel


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Appearance


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To a passing stranger, Kiri would radiate a standoffish air. With her brows constantly knit and her dark eyes full of unwavering intensity, she has a perpetually serious expression. Because it was drilled into her mind as a child, she has near perfect posture; god forbid she be caught slouching. As such, others tend to assume she is conceited or aloof.


If there's one thing she learned from her wealthy lifestyle, it's that appearances are everything. She has a thin, yet fit and toned body from constant workouts; she is by no means dainty and fragile looking. She's still very much in that awkward teenage stage, with long, gangly limbs that appear too long for her body and a relatively curve less physique. Kiri has never been much for fashion and makeup, preferring a much more modest look than the mainstream upperclass wear. She dresses as plainly as possible and wears minimal, if any, makeup. While she's in the slums, she goes completely barefaced and wears the plainest clothing she can find. No matter where she is, her red hair is always done into a braid.


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Personality

| mature || serious || independent || naive || reserved || docile |


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Growing up in the face of the media, Kiri learned at a young age to carry herself with dignity and poise. For that reason, she tends act very much mature for her age. Perhaps the recent events have taken a toll on the young girl; Kiri has always been extremely serious, but this has been even more true lately. It's difficult for her to let herself go and enjoy life, especially with so many thoughts plaguing her mind.


Kiri has never been much of a people person. She'd much rather be off on the sidelines on the outside looking in than be the center of attention. Likewise, she'd rather spend time with herself than with other people. She does enjoy company from time to time, but people wear her out and she avoids spending too much time with others. Because she rarely spends time socializing, she is reserved among crowds and will almost never speak until spoken to unless around people she's comfortable with.


As much as she likes to think she's independent, Kiri is actually very naive. Being a sheltered teenager growing up in the upperclass district, what else could you expect? There's a lot she still has to learn about the world and about people, whether she realizes it or not.


Between the bullying of her older sister Risa and her father's forceful teachings, Kiri never really developed a voice of her own. She has difficulty forming her own opinions unless she feels incredibly strongly for a subject. She is very easy to sway, and her inability to say no makes her a complete pushover. Although she hates being so docile, Kiri finds herself unable to change. There's nothing she hates more than the disappointment of others, especially when she's to blame for it.


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Background


Born to councilman Ezekiel Brames and his then-wife Tessa, Kiri has never known anything other than prosperity. Although her parents were frequently void from her life, she had no lack of caretakers to coddle her. Her parents separated when she was young, and her father held custody of Kiri and her two siblings, Risa and Maddox, since Tessa wanted nothing to do with them. Not long after her parents' separation, Kiri's father married another woman, Evie, and Kiri's family was whole once again. Despite media flareups because a councilman had married a younger woman, Kiri was, for once, content.


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Kiri's life proceeded without incident until they got news of Evie's pregnancy. The initial joy eventually turned to grief when Kiri's brother passed away shortly after birth. Kiri's mother was devastated beyond consolation, while her father seemed to distance himself from the family. This left Kiri to care for her younger sister Maddox as well as her now emotionally unstable mother. This bleak state of life spurred a yearning for adventure in Kiri. She craved freedom from it all. Purchasing a work visa from one of her housekeepers on a whim, she slipped out passed the sentinels and into the slums for the first time. Her eyes were opened to the true amount of despair in Salus. Driven by the rush of adrenaline, she began sneaking out as often as she could. Eventually, she met a man named Silas and learned about his cause to try and change everything. Her father, a strong loyalist and anti-rebellion advocate, attempted to instill the same values into Kiri. For a second, she took after him, until she opened her eyes. Now, she is a fierce rebel, and will do anything to free the people from oppression, even if it means going against all her father's teachings. While in the slums, she poses as an orphan, only known by the name of K. So far, no one has questioned her fervent avoidance of sentinels or anyone else that may recognize her.


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A/N: I apologize for being unable to finish... I will be sure to complete my character(s) on Saturday, I will be gone for all of tomorrow.

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"Every murder, every crime against society - the petty and the unforgivable - is a coherent result of one state of impending disorganization. Chaos. And chaos, lacking the proper stabilization of sufficient order, will most certainly be the end of us all."

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Full Name: John Thomas Hobbes

Underground Alias: Socrates

Age: 38

Social Class: Middle-class

Rank: Loyalist



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Appearance: As a man of relatively short stature and quiet presence, John generally does not attract a significant amount attention, a fact which he resents and appreciates simultaneously. His eyebrows are evenly arched and immaculate, however, his dark hair has prematurely began to recede and lose pigment, a consequence that has most likely originated from the copious amounts of stress that he deals with on a regular basis. With a slightly prolonged nose and ears, those features remain the most prominent and noticeable of John's relatively generic appearance, perhaps with the exception of his thinly pressed mouth, which is nearly always tightened into a disregardful straight line. Preferring to dress in attire considered somewhat sophisticated by his social standing, John usually wears old, checkered, antique dress-shirts, along with a pair of plain black trousers. He always flips the collar of his coat up over his neck, as by doing so makes him feel less exposed and unguarded.

 

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  • Full Name: Jasmine Kali


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    Freedom or Death
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    Underground Alias: "Krishna", this being the name of a Hindu goddess and thus relating to the girl's "holier-than-thou" mannerism. The alias originally used to be a mockery of sorts but then took on a different meaning as Jasmine came to like it and currently insists on everyone calling her this. On top of it being the title of a deity, it also has the meaning of "dark" and "black".


    Age: 19


    Social Class: Born upper class, currently the lowest of low


    Rank: Rebel


    Occupation: The broke heiress of what was once a prospering family


    Appearance: Krishna is a petite girl standing at merely 5'4 (1.60 metres) and yet weighting 110 lbs (49 kg), this making her underweight. After all, this was the appearance she was brought up with. Not only that but she was thought a ton about make-up and covering up your flaws, thus she is a master at applying it. Her deep dark eyes are defined by light eye-shadow that stands out beautifully against her dark skin, her eyebrows made thicker with a pen as well as lips fuller with pale, undemanding and soft to the eye lipstick. Krishna's black hair is also kept clean and tidy, styled variously depending on the girl's mood.


    Despite going from rich to barely making ends meet, she still does her best to retain a presentable appearance through make-up... as well as clothes. Krishna adores designer clothing, although she can't really afford it any more, and keeps holding on to her old favourites - white or pink shirts, dress pants and formal skirts as well as suit jackets and trench coats. She is in love with high-heels, though lately she has come to term with the fact that the slums aren't best place for such shoes and has turned to boots. However, a thing she refuses to let go of are earrings and bracelets, of which she has and abundance of.


    Personality:


    +/ honest, organised, motivating


    Krishna, despite being raised in the lap of luxury, spoiled to no end and groomed by show business, was mainly influenced by her father who was a punctual hard-working man. She took after his organised nature and is pretty much a clean freak, feeling the need to keep everything neat as well as sorted in some certain order of hers. This is a helpful skill to possess as long as you don't allow it to get out of hand. And she keeps an eye on it. Another thing she is forced to monitor is her honesty. Sure, it is great being straight-forward and blunt but occasionally feelings might be hurt, although this is quite seldom. When such a thing does occur, however, Krishna knows exactly how to ease the situation - not through some half-assed excuse but through motivation. The girl has a way with words and knows how to use it not only for hers but also others' advantage.


    -/"holier-than-thou", unforgiving, extremist


    Although her speeches might be aimed at aiding others, in reality she has little respect for people and is quick to judge. She views herself as better in most aspects and sometimes gives off the sense of acting as a power-hungry ruler. This idea is further supported by her unforgiving nature. There are no second chances when it comes down to Krishna and once someone has failed her she will not take them back in, no matter what the causes of the deed might have been. The girl is a literal extremist and only sees things in black and white, good and bad. There is no medium, no grey in her mind. So, it is no surprise that her motto is "Freedom or Death".


    Background: Krishna was born a lucky girl, living in a high-tech upper class home that could provide her with the best of the best. Her parents, a government official and a famous entertainer renowned for her charm, showered her with attention and love, pretty things and countless opportunities. They could buy her everything she pleased, even happiness, and started accustoming her to a life of glamour from a young age, preparing her to follow in her mother's path and become a model latter on in life while her 2 years younger brother would follow his dad (even though she showed a lot more interest in her "papa's" line of work). Krishna had it all - a roof over her head, a lot of money to blow and even something other top of the food-chain families lacked - loving and supportive parents. They truly were a great bunch and she adored them no matter what. It is truly a shame that she came to realise this a bit too late.


    She was brought up thinking she could have anything she wants and thus her demands were sky high, this resulting in Krishna being constantly unhappy with something, finding imperfections in everything she received from her parents. She honestly took them for granted so it was a shock one day when her father was executed for treachery. He had been a double spy, a part of the rebellion planted on the inside. He had been operating as such for god knows how long - weeks, months, years!? And thanks to his high post no one had suspected a thing.... except for a competitor of his. With competition comes rivalry, with rivalry hate and with hate death... for one parties or for both. This time the Kali family were at a disadvantage. After the death of her father, suspicion fell on her mum, though this theory was soon dismissed due to a lack of evidence. As a matter of fact, Krishna's father had been operating on his own, behind everyone's back and his stupid actions had brought nothing but misfortune. At least that is what her mother said through clenched teeth, voice full of hate. Her life would be ruined because of that man unless she did something immediately and thus she decided on an unexpected solution - remarrying, being reassigned. This was not at all a challenging thing since, despite being the ex-wife of a traitor, she was still quite the celebrity, some lonely man's perfect dream girl.


    Although her mother saw this as a fitting way out, Krishna was enraged over this affair. First her "beloved papa" was killed and now her mother just forgets about the injustice that has been committed by the government!? This was too much for the girl to handle so she decided on impulse to leave what was left of her family behind. Rummaging through her deceased father's office, she found the visa he had used for entering the slums in the fake bottom of a drawer and decided on a whim to go there. Sneaking around the sentinels was certainly a daunting task... but it perished in front of the sight of the slums. At first Krishna felt disgust for the conditions people were living in and avoided residents like the plague, but then pity silent crept in the back of her mind. Soon it took over her being and she realised why her father had decided to risk his life, his family's life, and throw everything out of the window. This wasn't about appeasing one individual but rather about securing the feature of this society, putting an end to the unfairness that was being operated from within the upper class district.


    It took her a while, sure... but at last Krishna found the rebels. And without looking back, she expressed her readiness to do anything they wishes as long as she could become one of them. She was the daughter of one of their allies, after all.




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  • The Boss

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    Full Name

    Silas Levi Eden




    Underground Alias

    He has several, although the most common is "Boss", given his role as the leader of the rebellion.

    Age

    29

    Social Class

    Lower Class

    Rank

    Leader of the rebellion

    Occupation

    Besides working full-time as the leader of The Underground, he works at the cafe with Taya.




    Appearance

    At a height of 6'3", Silas is a tall, brooding man. However, despite his height, he isn't all too imposing in appearance otherwise. Due to poverty taking its toll on his body, his physique is lean and perhaps even almost scrawny. With a constant gleam in his brown eyes, it's difficult to see him as intimidating. Although he is rather thin, he does his best to keep in shape in the event of a run-in with a sentinel or a petty thief. After all, it's a dog-eat-dog world out there in the slums.

    Silas has well-defined features; a strong brow ridge, a straight, prominent nose, a chiseled jawline. He might be considered attractive if he took better care of himself physically, but he doesn't seem to mind his unkempt appearance. With his sandy blonde hair in a constant mess and his clothing ragged, his lack of physical care is clear. His preferred attire is any old t-shirt he can find, a pair of dusty jeans, and his favorite black hoodie that he almost always keeps on his person. He has a black "X" tattooed on his back to indicate his loyalty to the rebellion.

    Personality


    + |     charismatic; high-minded; friendly

    - | stubborn; close-minded; pessimistic; cynical

    +/- | rebellious; extroverted

    Fittingly enough, Silas was a rebellious one from the start. Ever since he was young, he possessed a natural tendency to challenge authority, making him well-known among the sentinels for his constant need to be put back into place. From this innate rebelliousness stems a stubborn streak; his way is the only way. This has led him to become rather close-minded, and it's difficult for him to accept new ideas. When he decides something, his mindset is set in stone. In his cynical mind, he is the only person he can fully trust; therefore, his way is the only one that will work. He's very wary of whom he trusts and even then, he has difficulty putting his faith in anyone but himself. For this reason, he is pessimistic.

    On the flip side, Silas is extremely charismatic. He is very much a take charge, leader type of person. He's extroverted, loud, and outgoing, never afraid to state his opinion. While he has difficulty opening up emotionally, he is very sociable and easy to talk to.

    Silas is a man of his morals. His moral compass is incredibly intact and always pointing north. Because he is so set in his beliefs, he would never challenge his morals. He knows right from wrong, and he would never deviate to a path he believes is wrong.

    Background

    Like most in Salus, Silas was born into a life of poverty. At an early age, he learned to ignore that rumbling in his belly. While his parents toiled day and night to make enough to get by, he spent time with his grandmother. She told him stories of her mother's life, a life free of the walls, of the oppression. He was entranced and began developing fantasies of the grandeur. 'Was a free life possible?' He began to question. His mother soon found out and fearfully put an end to the nonsense. However, the fire ignited in him wasn't extinguished, just temporarily diminished.

    Mr. Eden succumbed to illness when Silas was 10, and his wife soon followed. Left with only his grandmother, he decided that enough was enough; he determined it was time for a change. It was shortly after his grandmother's death that Silas was approached by Dominik Daly, a good friend of his father's. He, too, had decided that a change was in order. A rebellion, he said. For the past few years, he had been plotting a way to achieve freedom. A rebellion. Silas was hesitant at first, but intrigued. However, he didn't take action until the day of Daly's death at the hands of a sentinel. A white suit was beating a homeless man in the street for no other reason than a dirty look. Daly intervened; one bullet to the head was his punishment. This event threw Silas over the edge.

    Silas dedicated himself completely to the cause. Fueled by an unquenchable thirst for revenge, he took over for Daly. He found that more people were mustering up the courage to join him. Eventually, the rebellion blossomed into more than simply a means of exacting revenge. The rebellion, dubbed "The Underground" by the rebels, grew to become a shelter for the oppressed, the only source of hope in a place where none exists.

    Other

    Silas greatly enjoys reading, particularly old, banned books from the pre-war age. His favorite is The Swallow's Intuition, written by American author Mary V. Anton years before the war. It had been a classic in the pre-war age. Although it is banned in Salus, he possesses a contraband copy.​



 
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Name: Lara Evernight


Underground Alias: Shadow, black butterfly


Age: 20


Social class: Lower


Rank: rebel


Appearance:


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Occupation: expert theif and hacker


Personality:


?she is confident, smart and calm in her line of work and likes a challenge and doesn't back down. She is very persistent and doesn't give up easily. She can think on her feet and is a very faster learner.


? She has trouble keeping her anger in check when she see people being mistreated and can often space out in briefs and such since she finds them boring and likes action instead of sitting around making a plan that a 90% chance of going wrong. She can also get cocky from time to time as well.


Background: Born in the lower class, Lara had to how to survive at a very young age thus leading her to steal and care for herself, since her parents died from the poverty. She almost got caught a few times but manage to survive. She soon became a flawless theif


Her hacking ability soon came in when she tried to break into a upperclass building and was stopped buy high tech security system. She realized she need some high tech and decided to teach herself how to hack, which wasn't really so hard. All she had to do it steal books on computer, progamming and hacking read them. She also stole a laptop somewhere in between and ended up making her own program on it.


After she learned how to hack, she started breaking into the upper and class buildings and stole things that would help the people of the lower class. The upperclass and middle started hunting her down after the first 20 break in but could find her since she is always wearing an all black outfit that covers her face. She soon gain a reputation as the shadow or Black butterfly since she leaves a card with a black butterfly on it at the place she broke into.


She soon heard about the rebel army and decided to join them.


Writing sample:


It was 6 am in the morning and Erza woke up from yet again another nightmare. She sighed a little and she covered the upper part of the face with her hand and laid down. She still couldnt forgive herself for killing her targets that were actually people who were trying to help and get of the 'real evil'. She sighed again and checked the time '6....I should go and train a bit...' since none of the members are up she thought it was a good time to let off some stress. She got up and got dress in her some sports clothing and went of to the training area and trained nonstop until it was 8. She practice her shooting fought some holograms and such. She sat down and stared at the ceiling, training always helped relieve stress but is never help her feel less guilty about what she has done.


'It's been a month since I joined....' remembering the time she met Smile and tried to kill, the man actually gave her hope that he can change this cruel world. What surprised her more was he offered to join. She smiled a little at the thought and then heard yelling. She blinked and looked at the time " oh yeah..." she facepalmed as she quickly got up and ran of to her room. She zipped past the people, entrance to the kitchen and went into her room to take a quick shower and get ready.


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Full Name:

HaHa Amukamara

Underground Alias:

HaHa is also affectionately and loathsomely called Joker on account of his eccentric attitude and of course...his first name




Age:

26

Social Class:

Lower

Rank:

Rebel

Occupation:

Has no particular occupation besides being a rebel

Appearance:

Standing at 6 feet 2 inches and weighing around 230 pounds, HaHa Amukamara projects an imposing look by his figure alone. While far from the look of a bodybuilder, the muscles of his arms and legs are lean from various, unorthodox uses of his poor environment to condition his body since his early teenage years.

Facially, HaHa possesses clearly definable cheekbones, almost adding a gaunt characteristic to his face, his jaw sternly set in an almost indefinite cycle of smirks.

Though a slum-native through and through, HaHa does his best to keep his appearance to at least a middle-class standard with his preference of wearing simple t-shirts and slightly dirtied jeans.

Beyond the physical properties there is a quiet storm brewing in his eyes, constantly portraying the very discreet look of disdain for any kind of authority, whether it be the government or the rebels...

Personality:

+ | Physically capable, social, emotional

- | Disloyal, selfish, no filter (at times), emotional

At first glance the imposing figure of HaHa may discourage many from trying to initiate conversation but they need not worry for HaHa has absolutely no problems initiating conversation himself, whether it be a distant friend or complete stranger, if he thinks they'd be interesting to talk to then he'd try to talk to them, even going so far to disregard physical boundaries, slinging his arm around the shoulders of a stranger and starting friendly talks. Of course with great social abilities comes terrible drawbacks concerning his communication skills, this is his inability to speak without a filter to most, exceptions being officers asking him questions that could get him in trouble. Rarely does he ever consider other's feelings when going on his rants.

His disloyalty to others is barely noticeable at all as he tries his damnedest to maintain an image of a loyal, obedient civilian of the government and a loyal member of the rebels. Greatly disdainful of authority, this does extend even to the rebellion, the rebellion he deemed as the lesser of two evils.

Amukamara's true weakness is the passion and emotion he cannot contain when pushed to the edge, when angered he lashes out with unrestrained anger, when joyous he brazenly displays exuberance, etc.

Background:

HaHa Amukamara never knew his parents, taken in at a very young age by two men who lived their life together, a concept HaHa tried very much to understand as he grew. His two parents worked tirelessly with multiple jobs to provide a life better than living in a run-down shack shared by another family, aspiring to at least upgrade to the middle-class estates for their precious son. The hours HaHa's parents were out working, he took the ample time to explore the slums, his home. Everyday since he explored the poor area, climbing trees and looking to the horizon, sneaking into houses, making new friends, and even did some odd jobs here and there.

HaHa was now fourteen years of age coming home from another odd job, his payment tucked into the back pocket of his pants but upon arriving to his house, the prone forms of his parents lay outside, face down, a group of Sentinels kicking and punching at the downed men without remorse even when the forms were still. HaHa wanted to help yet he couldn't, he felt like he shouldn't...he had no real connection to the men who had raised him...and he was in no condition to even help as he was too scrawny, he wouldn't even try...and so he watched as his parents were mercilessly beaten until the downed men were left broken and bloodied.

Dragging the two inside their shack, and with the help of the nearby family, they slowly nursed the pair back to health the best they could until they died two days later, the two days spent by HaHa to acclimate his body to the idea of exercising instead of staying bedside. The hours he spent exercising created adrenaline in his body, trying to keep the emotions at bay with sweat and work, and he would work himself to complete exhaustion, even going so far as to fall asleep outside, lacking the energy to move himself inside. Finally on the fateful day of his parents' death, HaHa was bedside for the first time, staring at the fading expressions of his parents as they slowly slipped into nothingness...and he didn't feel anything...he only sat there, staring at their peaceful faces for half an hour as if he was waiting for them to suddenly sit up and inform him that everything was a joke...and it never came...and he finally exploded.

He knew the group that had done that...and the best thing to do was join a rebellion that had started to gain traction and while he hated integrating his identity into one entity, this was the best course to carry out his personal plans.

Writing Sample:

Aleks Grant stood in the gently vibrating tube of metal, the constant thrumming easing the fear that began to grow in Grant's heart, his breaths quickened, his small hands began to sweat as they gripped tighter on the straps that secured the boy's body to the backpack. Standing on the tips of his toes the boy peered out a tiny, circular window and grew wide-eyed at the sight of the dark blue clouds, colored by the calm night sky. Aleks squeaked as a large hand settled onto his shoulder and the bellow of laughter filled his ears. Turning he saw the laughing man. The man was a heavier set, his short curly, black hair connected to a curly beard that ended right where the top of his barrel chest started. His beady eyes shone with delight as he spoke boisterously, a Pittsburgh accent painfully obvious.

"Almost there kid! Ain't a time to piss your pants now when you come all this way! Now..." The man walked over to a side door, hand still gripping Aleks' shoulder, dragging the boy with him, stopping to hit a button to the side, the side door opening immediately, the rush of air assaulting Aleks' ears, thankfully the man was now yelling even louder.

"As I was saying! Get up out boy!" With those last words the man forcefully pulled Aleks forward and thrusting him out into the unforgiving vacuum, his screams fading quickly as the roar of wind and air filled the plane.

Aleks' mind was racing as he plummeted towards the earth, the wind tore at his face, his eyes in pain as they quickly watered. Still miles up in free-fall the boy was terrified out of his mind as clouds seemed to race to meet him as he fell but then passing right by. Thoughts of spattering the ground with his flattened remains threw the boy into even more panic as he scrambled to grab the cord to activate his parachute attached to his back. He pawed for the cord but the arms of a small boy could not reach the cord of the adult-sized backpack he was attached to. Aleks was effectively in full panic mode as he started to scream into the sky even when his lungs burned from the strain. The earth was quickly rushing to meet the boy without a parachute. and he could only count donw the moments.

1

2

3...

Aleks hit the soft grass back first, a dazed smile on his face as he looked up at the night sky. The cool dew of the grass cooling the heated body as he turned his head to look at the porch he jumped from.

"I gotta go again..."

(Everything's a little scattered and the writing is definitely sub-par and I apologize but I usually only have problems with character sheets...also this took me around 9 hours to finish...)

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  • Lyric Johansson

    "I don't play the game; I'm merely an observer"

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    Underground Alias

    “Echo”

    The nickname was given to her by the rebels after she garnered a reputation for selling information to any side that would pay her to do so.

    Age

    25

    Social Class

    Upper Middle Class

    Rank

    Neutralist

    Occupation

    Information broker, she sells information she catches onto at a price she thinks is right. Though, she finds herself mostly being biased to the rebels, more often than not selling information to them quite cheaply.

    Appearance

    Lyric stands at about 5’7” and has a slim to athletic body type. She usually has slightly pale skin, almost unhealthy in a sense, because she doesn’t get much sleep whilst doing her job. She has bright blue eyes, almost a bit too standoffish for some people, and though they look piercing they hold a certain type of warmth to them at the same time. She has long blonde hair with strands of hair sometimes covering her eyes whenever she’s deeply concentrated on something. It’s usually messy from the lack of care she gives it but she does make sure it’s healthy in the very least.

    She usually goes bear with her face; not really attempting to look in anyway sort of class, but when she does it’s usually with a red lip with eyeliner. She claims it the maximum she would do. Despite having money on her now in comparison to the past, Lyric prefers a more grunge look to her everyday where – mostly going for ripped jeans and tank tops as over things that would make her seem classy. One thing she refuses to remove is her jacket.

    Personality

    +/ Witty, Charismatic, Intelligent

    -/ Cunning, Blunt, Introverted

    Lyric has what she would call a chameleon soul. She fills in many archetypes at once in order to achieve a personality which no one really understands. She can be lively and she speaks in a way that would make others want to trust her (crafted of course). She is someone whose presence is more than seen, it is felt and known. Though she doesn't show it, she can be caring towards certain people who she sometimes grows an emotional attachment to (though this rarely ever happens). She is quite intelligent and can often work out things from even the smallest of details around her which she claims is the way she gets her information. Though she has a slight reputation of being callous, she sometimes finds herself formulating ideas to help people.

    Lyric can be sneaky when she wants to. She doesn’t find anything wrong with playing with others feelings who doesn't know that well and is very uncaring about them. Though she claims to like everyone and that she would never pick a side, she would more often than not deceive people into getting things her way. Even selling them wrong information for time to time just to see how things would work out. She doesn't really like the company of people and prefers to stick to herself, making people trust her than she trusts them. She is more of an observer than anything and she often finds herself conflicted or overthinking a small thing which in some way shows that she may perhaps actually care about people.

    Background

    Lyric was originally born into poverty and a lower class. Left with only the belongings of her parents who carried on the belongings of their parents she found herself often reading books, or scraps of what were books. She used them as a way to escape the life she was in and often admired the way the characters more often than not got what they wanted and what they deserved. She often dreamed of a life where she could have all this which was when her ambition began. It was her ambition to get out of the lower class to a place where she would be happy.

    She started from a young age, picking up the skills to find out things that others couldn’t which weren’t more often than not the most moral thing to do. It was from the skills that she garnered that she found out useful information regarding things. It was then that she began to earn a name for herself. She found herself going to the backstreet where she would make deals, mostly to do with helping criminals to steal or other people to get away with crimes. But after that she set her eyes on bigger ventures and began to sell bigger information which earned her a reputation from both sides – one that wouldn’t be touched later on seeing as she knew how to get most things.

    Once she got to where she was, once she realised she made money her family she was shunned by them too. She realised that she wasn’t the same girl, the one with the ambition. She couldn’t recognise herself anymore.

    Writing Sample

    They both sat in silence, not the type which had an awkward feel to the atmosphere to it though. The type of feeling in the air like chimes when the wind finally stopped breathing. The type that would make you think that the seas were frozen in time. She looked him up and down with her hands curling up and her legs beginning to crouch. She couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe. If they continued on like this surely there would only be one outcome. Or maybe it was all in her head. After all, here they were. On the edge of the building - what seemed to be the edge of the reality for her. She squeezed her eyes shut as time moved sluggishly on. Either she would be the one to cast the first stone, or there would be nothing at all. Was this it?

    He opened his lips as if to speak but the words got caught in his throat and the air attacked his cold lips. Rather than there being no air, it seemed he was feeling all its anger. It served him right after all seeing as what he’d done. He backed up slightly, giving her room to move. Or room to think in a metaphorical sense. He’d done it now, the deed was written in red and he doubted he could ever get forgiveness for what he’d done. He inhaled deeply before exhaling. His slightly widened as she got up gracefully from the shock of the fall. His chest squeezed tight in anticipation, he couldn’t take it anymore. If she wasn’t going to speak then he would.

    “I made a mistake” he said. It was pretty at the time, but the most beautiful things were said by men people scorn.

    She snorted at that and looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes cold as ice.

    “No, you were the mistake”.

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Full Name:

Elliot Lusher

Underground Alias:

"Doctor" named after his profession

Age:

27

Social Class:

Lower Class

Rank:

Rebel

Occupation:

Former Doctor, now he give a free treatment while do a part-time job

Appearance:

Elliot standing at exactly 6 feet and has average body shape, he has a tan skin. He always wear his glasses that wherever he go the only time you can see him without glasses is when he about to sleep. A brown well groomed hair pulled back to reveal his worried face, with brown woeful almond eyes that has saw countless dead people.

He never wear casual clothes and always appear with suit in front of everyone, making him called a weird nerd by some people. A lack sense of fashion making him rarely seen with a different set of clothes. He wear black lace up shoes even in the wrong environment that make people think he more like a businessman rather than a doctor

Personality:

+] Intelligent|Kind|Helpful

-]Pessimist|Coward

Elliot is kind to everyone, he give people free treatment using his own money that he got from working. The reason why he doing this because he can't stand watching people suffer from wound and sickness, if someone knock on his door asking for a treatment he will gladly help them without any cost. Look strong outside but not the inside, his mental is fragile, when thing start turn badly he always be the first one that goes panic and make the other feel uncomfortable. He is haunted by the incident when he work as a doctor and doesn't really like if someone talk about it.He is not a very talkative person and prefer to wait for someone talk to him, he feel nervous when near someone that he doesn't know, an exception for his patient of course. He can be a good person to talk or be a mood breaker, it depent on the situation.

Background:

Elliot born in the very strict family that limit every of his activities and daily life, is more like his parents choose the way his life and never allowed to decide it by himself. From school to college all of them is what his parent choose, even they decide which person is good enough for his friend as they expect them to help Elliot on his career. He of course sick of it, he want to live not just alive, he desire to be a doctor since he was kid. Because when he was 9 years old he fell badly from the second floor of his school after a short argument with his classmate that push him over the window. He quickly delivered to the hospital in critical condition as he suffered hemorrhage. Slowly losing consciousness all he can see is fade black, his hand start getting cold that he can't feel it anymore, but then something warm touch him, the doctor hold his hand and make him comfortable, before he lose his consciousness the last thing he can see is the doctor that smile at him and say something that he never forget.

Since that day he promise to himself that he will be a doctor and help people, but his parents want him to go to work at their friend company. There's only one way to achieve his dream, at the age of 18 he run away from his home along with some of his personal belonging, he travel far enough from his family to decide his own life. He start working in the small caffee to gain money for his college, it was tiring but after two years of hardwork he gain enough money to pay the administration.

His college life maybe wasn't the best but at least he manage to be the best in the class, an owner of nearby hospital manage to get his eyes on hin, soon after he graduate he already have a place to work. He was happy and satisfied, he do his best at the work place and he be grateful he can help people life. His superior like him and planing to promote him, but the other find this unfair and don't like it, they preparing something, something evil to prevent him to get his promotion and more, to get him fired from the hospital. It was the day that change everything, the day that he still remember and never leave his brain, it was the surgery of 5 years old child that suffered a wound on his heart after a massive crash now that the pericardium filled with blood and pressing the heart. The operation is simple, you only need to stab the pericardium to make the blood flow outside, however there is only a little gap between the pericardium and heart. It's not the first time Elliot dealing with this kind of surgery so he think he should be fine, unfornately his assistant that time is one of the men that doesn't like him, he intentionally push the surgery table so that the needle used to puncture the pericardium get too deep and hurt heart. The blood burst out like a fountain, splashed right on the Elliot face, he see nothing but the red blood on his eyes, his hand shaking and he loose his footing on the ground. The patient can't be saved, in the changing room all he can hear is the scream of the patient parent calling his name over and over, this accident has take something important from Elliot, his courage and confident.

He get fired one day after and his license of doctor is revoked, he can't find any other place to do his work as rumor spread quickly like the river flow. One years passed he live without direction, working everywhere he can just to gain a handfull of money to eat and find a place to rest. Everytime he sleep he always dream about that incident, how the assistant do that just because to stop him getting a promotion, how the parents scream over and over, and how he get fired. If Elliot try to seek something, it was justice.

Writing Sample:

Is dark... he can see nothing other than pitch black. His hand grasping forward looking for anything to hold or touch, he walk aimlessly in the darkness. He step on something and tripped, he kneel on the floor with both of his hand trying to hold his body. The floor is cold and by touching it he can tell it is a metal, but what just he stepped on? curiousity and fear blend in one, he try to poke it with his finger, it was cold he can feel it as his skin touch it but not a floor. Now he try to grab it, is it... a hand? a leg? he groped it trying to find more clue. After a few second it was no doubt but a human limb. His strength is sapped and he start crawling backward trying to make a distance, but he stoped by something, there is definitely something on his back, he sweat a lot and doesn't dare to look back, his head turn slowly as it feel like he forced to look, behind it was the face of the patient that he killed in the accident.

Elliot wake up from his nightmare, he gasping for air, he sweat a lot and wet his clothes. He look at his digital clock on the table, it was 03.00 AM in the midnight. It just a dream, nothing to be affraid, he keep telling himself. He get up from his bed and walk to the bathroom, he turned the tap and water slowly pouring from it. For a while he was daydreaming, watching the sink are increasingly filled with water. Sound start coming up from his mind, the sound of man and women screaming their kid name over and over. He snapped out from his own illusion and start washing his face, he open the cabinet to grab some sleeping pill and gulp it in one go before he go back to bed and sleep.

Note:

I know my writing is bad even a 5 years old can tell it. However this is the best i can do, i work hard for it (i even use google translate). If you think my writing skill is not good enough and am not accepted i don't mind it at all.
 
Hi! I would love to join, but I have a question first. Can I have a character sort of "break out" and switch from how his family is neutral to being part of the Underground? Something bad would happen to cause him to join the Underground maybe...
 



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    Full Name:

    Reina Leale Milano

    Underground Alias:

    "Scarlet Flame" Given to her by the other rebels for her hair color, her passionate uncontrollable emotions, and the 'fire' in her eyes that glows when she fights for or helps others in need.

    Age:

    27

    Social Class:

    lower class

    Rank:

    Rebel

    Occupation:

    Rebel and waitress at Taya's cafe


    Appearance:

    Reina is a pretty tall girl who stands at 6'0" with an almost perfect posture, except for a slight shoulder slouch. Reina may seem to have a very slim physique however she is very toned out, weighing about 145 pounds manly from the time she spends training herself after learning from her father. Other than her unnatural build up for someone in the lower class, Reina also had certain things that made her stand out extremely well. Reina has pale porcelain skin that from certain angles made her look like a fragile doll. Reina has bleached blonde hair that she keeps dyed half red to represent her passion for the rebellion and her fiery soul. She also has a very vibrant case of heterochromia in her eyes. Reina's preferred attire is an old pair of blue combat boots, black skinny jeans, any tight blue t-shirts or tank-tops she can find, and a black leather jacket that her father gave to her. Lastly Reina has a birthmark on the back of her neck that is shaped like a shield.

    Personality:

    +| trustworthy; intelligent; compassionate; out-going/friendly


    +/-| rebellious; laid-back; free-thinker


    -| Impatient; mentally extreme; blunt

    Reina is a very kindhearted soul who tried to befriend everyone she meets. She also puts other's needs in front of her own, thus making many say that she is very trustworthy because she is open to others. Yet being compassionate is not one of the only reasons why people like Reina. Reina, even though she can get impatient fast, is more of a go with the flow kind of person. When she is in a situation of a decision, in stead of using her intelligence and making a well thought out plan, Reina will normally take the quicker but still rational answer. If it's in a situation of trying to tell someone something, she will be as blunt as she can be to make sure that she only has to explain something one time. Overall though, Reina is a nice, passionate rebel who may or may not have mental issues a that cause her to have rash decisions.

    Background:

    Born into the upper class by a government official for a mother and a Sentinel commander for a Father, you would wonder why Reina ended up in the lower class. Well, Reina's father was actually a rebel to the government and when he found out that Reina's mother was going to have twin daughters and that the older one was going to be sent straight to the sentinels, he had other plans. So as soon as the were born, Reina's father stole Reina from the hospital as she was the older child by 30 seconds. Reina's father ended up taking himself and Reina to the lower class slums where he knew that he and Reina would be safe.

    Growing up Reina lived as happy as life she could with her father, with the belief of being an only child. From training to fight, to learning how to have food every night, Reina's childhood had been more then enough for her. Especially when Reina's father told her stories about how he was going to one day change everything and the government would be no more. Yet that childhood soon ended. At the age of 12, sentinels had tracked down where Reina and her father had been living and killed Reina's father while Reina had been playing with some kids elsewhere. When Reina came home to see the bloody corpse of her father and the sentinels standing beside him, something in Reina's brain clicked. With tears streaming down her face Reina had charged at the sentinels only to be pushed back down to ground. That is was the first time that Reina had ever felt true hatred towards the government.

    The day after her father's death, Reina swore to herself that she would continue in her father's foot steps and one day overthrow the government. She continued to fend for herself, whether it was stealing or helping others to make some kind of money. Reina also found a secret place to keep training and working on her fighting skills, as well as use a gun. This was Reina's life until one day when she was 19 and in search for a job, she stumbled across a cafe with the opening for a job as a waitress. After a fews years of working at the cafe, Reina started to notice a small group of people that would meet in the cafe often. That is when she discovered the underground. Reina was amazed to have found people who had the same goals as her, working together to make those goals actually happen. She immediately joined the Underground without a doubt, while she also continued her job as a waitress. Now Reina stills works at the cafe, but also does what she can to help out with the underground, including training people how to fight.





  • I pulled my jacket tighter against my shoulder as another gust of from the AC blew through the rafters. Why hospitals made the waiting room so cold will forever remain a mystery. My guess is to remind the people who have starved for a day and night about the impending doom that is on the other side of the entrance door. Then again that could be the loss of food and sleep speaking. Not that starvation causes sleep deprivation or anything, I was just too anxious to sleep. I mean, if you're the one who has to let doctors drill into the side of your leg so they can repair whatever is already shredded, you’d be nervous too.


    Maybe I am over exaggerating a little here. I mean it can't be that bad right? Its only a few hours and I’m going to be knocked out anyways.


    Yeah there is totally nothing to wor-


    “Carolyn Rose? We’re ready for you in the back when you are,” said the nurse behind the waiting counter interrupting my thoughts.


    “Haha yup... totally ready,”


    I am so not ready. Maybe it's not too late to turn around and try that shot medicine option. We're already at the hospital after all, and the percentage rate of it fixing anything was two percent better than surgery. No, I can't lie to myself anymore. The only way I am going to get better is go through that door and get this over with. Even if the percent chance of the surgery working is fifty.


    With all the strength I have, I force myself out of my seat and shyly walked over to the new nurse waiting by the now opened surgical door. My mom gave my hand one last squeeze for good luck. I look back at her and give a slight smile. She says I’m one brave girl.


    If only she knew...


 
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Hey everyone. There are a few confusions (which is my fault, I apologize) so I'd just like to clear up a few things.


The Underground was formally founded by Dominik Daly around 10 years ago. However, during Daly's leadership, it was extremely, extremely exclusive, and very few people knew about it. Silas took it over a few years ago after Daly's death. This is the first rebel movement in decades; the last one ended up in a terrible massacre. The Underground is not well-known to those that are not apart of it. It only began gaining momentum when it was taken over by Silas; that's also when it gained the name The Underground. The rebellion is not known to the government; at least, not the full extent of it. They only arrest and kill suspected or proven rebels, although they're gaining a hint that something's going on. They have no idea that there's a full blown rebellion brewing.


I hope this helped to clear up any confusions; again, sorry about that. Please contact me if there are any other questions.
 

Name: Dimitri Jaxon O'Connor

Alias: Axel

Age: 21

Social Class: Lower

Rank: Neutral to Rebel

Appearance:

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(Ignor the plug!)

Coming from a mostly Scottish line, Dimitri has picked up a few things. His build is lanky and muscular, but not to the point of being overly muscular. He stands at around five feet and ten or eleven inches, which forced his shorter mum to look up when she use to scold him for doing something stupid. His hair is a dark red color that, in low light, can pass for a brownish color. The sides of his head have a shorter cut while the top is longer, enough to where he can pull it back into a short man-ponytail to keep it out of his face when working or studying. He also keeps a short trimmed beard and mustache.

He inherited most of his looks and personality from his father including his height, naturally muscular build, and his fierce protection of loved ones. His mum impacted his looks also, give him her best attribute: her grey eyes. Both of their eyes are grey, but Dimitri’s eyes are slightly darker than his mum's light grey eyes. Dimitri’s eyes are piercing and calculating, always watching others for a sign of either weakness, trustworthiness, or betrayal.

Personality:

Dimitri was once a kind and generous person. He was raised to be gentle and loving like his mum and fiercely loyal and protective like his father. He was always kind and polite to anyone whom he met, even the ones he disliked. He was often made fun of for his hair while in school, but instead of retaliating in anger, he simply turned the other cheek or often alighted with them. He was never a popular person in the sends of being looked up to by others but he was friendly and so had lots of friends within the ship. The friends that he had were never close to him though and so he lived a semi-lonely life. He always considered his parents his best friends and that’s why his personality changed dramatically after his father was arrested.

When his father was betrayed, Dimitri did a complete one eighty in personality. The once loving and kind boy turned vicious and mean. The friends he use to have gave him a wide berth for fear of his anger. He is now quick to anger, hostile to everyone except for his mum, and bitter. He gets into fights often and unusually wins due to his rage, but was never reported because of others fear of him. He keeps up walls to protect himself from getting close to people and being betrayed like his father. Somewhere deep inside of him, Dimitri still retains his kind nature which surfaces when he sees someone hurt or in need of protection.

Bio:

Dimitri was born on April 18th to Ruron and Leslie O'Connor. His father is a carpenter while his mother cleans upper class homes. When Dimitri’s parents first met they hated each other immensely. Ruron was a popular guy who bullied others because his friends did and Leslie was one of those bullied kids because of her being a bookworm and being from a poor family. Later in their years of high school, they got into “detention” together when Leslie threw a book at Ruron, who was bullying her little sister. They spent time together as punishment of the school and their parents and soon fell in love. Five and a half years later they are married and having a son, Dimitri.

Dimitri is raised by two loving and strong parents and his mum's parents. His parents were strict in a loving way, making sure to raise their son to be strong, kind, and loyal. His grandparents were the opposite of their daughter, being almost like modern day hippies. They took Dimitri every weekend when he was younger to give his parents some much needed time off together. When over at his grandparents house, he was told stories of their homeland of Scotland, stuffed full with sweets that they sometimes gave him, and allowed to do what he pleased. He always dreaded going back to his home after he visited them. When Dimitri was seven, his grandmother died in her sleep on August 27th and his grandfather died exactly two months later from a heart attack caused by stress and depression. As Dimitri grew up, he became very close to mum. His father was often absent for the whole day, arriving home after dinner on most nights due to his work and schedule. Dimitri missed his father greatly but understood the need for him to be gone. He began to study and work harder in everything he did to impress his father and almost took over as the head of the household, getting several jobs to help. When his father was home, Dimitri often left to give his parents time together and returned later to hang out with his father.

He still remembers the day he walked into his house and saw his mother sobbing on the floor in the midst of the messy, destroyed livingroom. The dread that filled his body when she glanced up and their grey eyes met caused the world to grow cold. He knew right away that his father had been found out and taken away. His father had told Dimitri about joining the rebel group when he was ten, and until that moment he never felt as if the rebels were dangerous to be a part of. That day and the trial passed in the blink of an eye, while Dimitri watched with bottled up rage. He kept under control until his father’s friend and co-worker was called to restate how he told the Sentinels everything he was told by Ruron. He joined the rebels to exact revenge on those who helped kill his father.

Other:

Dimitri hates when others are loud, ask stupid questions, or talks badly about his father or mother.. To calm himself down, he closed his eyes and runs his hands through his hair repeatedly like his mum use to do to put him to sleep as a child.​



 
Sample writing: (Old roleplay post)


Nikolai sat in his normal seat beside his father's throne. His sister, sitting beside him, has been digging her claws into my upper arm for the past twelve minutes and forty eight seconds since we have sat down. The wounds would probably leave a scar this time, since she had done this so many times. I sighed and shifted to the right to dislodge her claws from my arm before sitting straight as the doors opened and the precession entered the court. My parents, the King and Queen, had a viewing of the newly captured slaves today and as their children my loving sister and I were made to sit and watch the ongoings. Days like today are a savior every time because it means that my parents are to distracted with the fresh blood to worry about my training.


Mister Loush, the worker who always shows the new slaves to my parents bowed before our seats, dragging the humans behind him to do so also. The filthy humans were lined up and pulled one by one before our thrones. My parents decided if each new ware was good enough to become slaves, whether they should become slaves to us, or if they were to ugly or weak looking to just be killed.


The first showings were all male, about 50 or 60 of them. Most of them were allowed to live, while my sister even chose two of them to become her slaves. I glanced at the chosen males with even more pity then those who were denied life as a slave and had their throats slit before the thrones.


"Next, you Majesties, are the females," the vampire announced withhis wicked smile. My father glanced over at me as if reminding me of his threat, "Find a slave or two or else, boy." Great...
 
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The roleplay has begun!

I have posted the starter. For those who are still working on characters, no worries - you are free to work on them until you are finished and you can jump in when you are done.​
 
Hayden Jewel Tyson




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    Underground Alias: (a nickname given by rebels to other rebels, sentinels, and other residents; is based on appearance, mannerisms, etc.): "Gem" Hayden is given this alias because of many different reasons and not just because her middle name is another word for a gem, but because her personality shines through the bleak atmosphere of Salus, and she always tried her best to make everyone smile, so she is as precious as a gem. Due to this nickname, she now wears a necklace with a small purple gem on the end, which her mother gave too her.


    Age: 20


    Social Class: (lower, middle, upper): Lower middle class


    Rank: (rebel, neutralist, loyalist, sentinel, government official): Rebel


    Occupation: Although the lower class find it hard to trust her, she spreads information she gathers that the lower class wouldn't be able to hear, she is truthful in what she says, although she doesn't get any money doing this so she helps out in Cafe, as she knows how to cook, even though they have sometimes little ingredients.


 
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