CrunchyNutT
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CrunchyNutT
Chaotic Good
Name: Marylin Dent
Nickname: Apocolypto
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Abilities: Is a wiz engineer, Not afraid to die, fractured sanity
Likes: Weird Knick Kack, Chaos, Guns
Dislikes: liars, Goody-too-shoes, snobs
Backstory: Was Born on the streets, Marylin had to learn at a very younge age how to defend for herself, she ended up in the hands of Michael bugle, a mechanic that made and sold weapons on the black market. He took her in and taught her everything she knows now. One day police caught wind of their illegal activities and broke into their liitle home under the great bridge. They killed the man that raiser her and at a young 17 years old she was on the run. Training herself to be a killer she never let anyone mess with her again. Before she got caught by the police and sent to paradox asylum she was roaming the streets of parditha causing mayhem to pass the time.
Looks: (Picture is of Tank girl if you want to look her up)
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Nickname: Apocolypto
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Abilities: Is a wiz engineer, Not afraid to die, fractured sanity
Likes: Weird Knick Kack, Chaos, Guns
Dislikes: liars, Goody-too-shoes, snobs
Backstory: Was Born on the streets, Marylin had to learn at a very younge age how to defend for herself, she ended up in the hands of Michael bugle, a mechanic that made and sold weapons on the black market. He took her in and taught her everything she knows now. One day police caught wind of their illegal activities and broke into their liitle home under the great bridge. They killed the man that raiser her and at a young 17 years old she was on the run. Training herself to be a killer she never let anyone mess with her again. Before she got caught by the police and sent to paradox asylum she was roaming the streets of parditha causing mayhem to pass the time.
Looks: (Picture is of Tank girl if you want to look her up)
Extras:
- Her dream is to send the world into an apocolypse where she can finally be free.
- Loves the colour yellow
- Has no shame
- Bombed the presidents mansion just for the hell of it.
- Isnt very socially intellegent
raven flame
One Thousand Club
Name: Kagekao
Nickname:kage, kagey,shadow
Age: 20
Sex: female
Abilities: can twist limbs to unnatural angels and climb on walls due to having claws, can see and go through the shadows, (limited)
Likes:reading, climbing, cats, darkness, and wine her mask she wears
Dislikes:dogs bright things, needles, and doctors her eyes because others pick on her due to there unnatural colors
Backstory:will reveal in rp
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Extras:can't get drunk from wine no matter how much of it she drinks
Wants to be left alone most of the time and hates when others try to bother her when she is in her "corner" in the public areas of the asylum, cant have her mask which makes her mad
Nickname:kage, kagey,shadow
Age: 20
Sex: female
Abilities: can twist limbs to unnatural angels and climb on walls due to having claws, can see and go through the shadows, (limited)
Likes:reading, climbing, cats, darkness, and wine her mask she wears
Dislikes:dogs bright things, needles, and doctors her eyes because others pick on her due to there unnatural colors
Backstory:will reveal in rp
Looks:
Extras:can't get drunk from wine no matter how much of it she drinks
Wants to be left alone most of the time and hates when others try to bother her when she is in her "corner" in the public areas of the asylum, cant have her mask which makes her mad
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raven flame
One Thousand Club
Is my cs sheet ok?
Ineptitude
One Thousand Club
Name: Khalil Hekmatyar
Nickname: Wildcard
Age: Twenty-one
Gender: Male
Abilities:
Likes: Gambling // Excitement // Honesty
Dislikes: Cheating // Boredom // Politeness
Backstory: Khalil, along with his older siblings, were born at sea due to the nature of their father's work, thus they lacked a sense of patriotism or belonging towards a specific country. At a young age, with him being a mere six years old, they had been exposed to the true nature of their father's company, HCLI, a multinational corporation involved with shipping, logistics and trade, as the very forefront of illegal arms dealing and manufacturing in the criminal underworld; the Mafia. Years later, he and his siblings became heavily involved in it's proceedings. His sister, Koko, became head of the Trade Division while his brother, Kasper, led the Logistics Division. As for Khalil himself, he was the Consigliere of the group, an adviser and counselor, their representative; as well as their lawyer, should the need arise.
However, while he did outstandingly at his job, especially with his abilities, Khalil had one major flaw: he loves taking risks. He's a compulsive gambler who enjoys raising the stakes, even if he has nothing to rely on but his luck. He doesn't seem to experience fear or anxiety from taking risks. In fact, it gives him thrills down his spine. It was because of this tendency that he ended up in the asylum in the first place: he played a game, and he lost. It was as simple as that. He wasn't very bothered by the outcome though most in his position would beg to differ.
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Extras: The reason why he wears gloves is to cover up the stitches around six of his ten fingers.
Nickname: Wildcard
Age: Twenty-one
Gender: Male
Abilities:
- Empathy - Khalil can fully interpret the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others without reading apparent symptoms, allowing him to understand introverts or discover one emotion is actually hiding another. He can, and is perfectly willing to attack someone in a personal and emotional way since he knows exactly what emotion is flowing through themselves and can use this knowledge to play against them. He's also learned how to read emotional imprints left into environment or objects.
- Emotions have a very distinct taste to them that he's learned to distinguish throughout the years that he's had this ability.
- Persuasion - Khalil can compel people by speaking, and the victims are left unable to disobey; the seemingly cogent and valid commandment is simply far too compelling. Combined with his empathetic ability, he can even persuade people into hurting or killing themselves, even flip around their sense of logic, with a few, well-chosen and well-spoken words. With a strong enough will, however, his words would have no effect.
Likes: Gambling // Excitement // Honesty
Dislikes: Cheating // Boredom // Politeness
Backstory: Khalil, along with his older siblings, were born at sea due to the nature of their father's work, thus they lacked a sense of patriotism or belonging towards a specific country. At a young age, with him being a mere six years old, they had been exposed to the true nature of their father's company, HCLI, a multinational corporation involved with shipping, logistics and trade, as the very forefront of illegal arms dealing and manufacturing in the criminal underworld; the Mafia. Years later, he and his siblings became heavily involved in it's proceedings. His sister, Koko, became head of the Trade Division while his brother, Kasper, led the Logistics Division. As for Khalil himself, he was the Consigliere of the group, an adviser and counselor, their representative; as well as their lawyer, should the need arise.
However, while he did outstandingly at his job, especially with his abilities, Khalil had one major flaw: he loves taking risks. He's a compulsive gambler who enjoys raising the stakes, even if he has nothing to rely on but his luck. He doesn't seem to experience fear or anxiety from taking risks. In fact, it gives him thrills down his spine. It was because of this tendency that he ended up in the asylum in the first place: he played a game, and he lost. It was as simple as that. He wasn't very bothered by the outcome though most in his position would beg to differ.
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Extras: The reason why he wears gloves is to cover up the stitches around six of his ten fingers.
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CrunchyNutT
Chaotic Good
I love it!!
The Forgotten Host
Senior Member
Name: Rima Farooq
Nickname: Cat
Age: 564
Sex: Female
Abilities: Creating constructs from her body as well as fire energy blasts. The more power she uses, the faster she loses hold of her mental faculties. She can't use too mush power at once, or she will become a rampaging monster
Likes: Bugging People, cat nip
Dislikes: Not bugging people
Backstory: REDACTED
Nickname: Cat
Age: 564
Sex: Female
Abilities: Creating constructs from her body as well as fire energy blasts. The more power she uses, the faster she loses hold of her mental faculties. She can't use too mush power at once, or she will become a rampaging monster
Likes: Bugging People, cat nip
Dislikes: Not bugging people
Backstory: REDACTED
RoseAstasia
You can’t be me, I’m me! I’m me he says…
((I’m active, but been busy latley, so if you interact with my characters, please tag me))
Name: Jonathan Rodney
Nickname: Hive mind, Raymond, Lucas, Jerry, Olly, Rick, Charlie
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Interested in: Females
Abilities: Jonathan himself isn’t very skilled, but he has multiple personalities, each with their own skills. Jonathan is kinda strong due to one of his personalities exercising a lot. Unlike most people who have more than one personality, When they aren’t in control, he can hear their voices. They can take control at any time, but only do if he shows sign of stress.
The personalities are:
Dislikes: differs
Backstory: at the age of 13, Jonathan was kidnapped and tortured for three years. Each session lasted 48 hours, every time he would snap further into insanity. One day, his mind broke so much that it created another state to go to in order to prevent further damage. It’s name was Olly. A ruthless person who puts up with nothing, says nothing, and is very violent. He broke out and killed the man who torched him, and continued to be more and more ruthless towards others. Eventually more personalities developed as he lived. He was caught one day when mid shootout, he reverted back to his original personality for a moment.
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(I swapped the names)
Name: Jonathan Rodney
Nickname: Hive mind, Raymond, Lucas, Jerry, Olly, Rick, Charlie
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Interested in: Females
Abilities: Jonathan himself isn’t very skilled, but he has multiple personalities, each with their own skills. Jonathan is kinda strong due to one of his personalities exercising a lot. Unlike most people who have more than one personality, When they aren’t in control, he can hear their voices. They can take control at any time, but only do if he shows sign of stress.
The personalities are:
- Lucas: The most dominant personality. Very timid. Usually Sits patiently and is in facts a good person.
- Raymond: The tactful one. Always thinks his way out of every situation.
- Jerry: a loud and obnoxious one, he thinks he is a comedian.
- Olly: obsessed with exercise. doesn't talk much, but will punch someone in the face if annoyed.
- Rick: A master of combat, he uses his knowledge of the martial arts in order to take down his foes. He is usually calm and collected.
- Charlie: ???
- Jonathan: the original personality. He is hidden within the depths of the mind, secluded due to being broken beyond repair.
Dislikes: differs
Backstory: at the age of 13, Jonathan was kidnapped and tortured for three years. Each session lasted 48 hours, every time he would snap further into insanity. One day, his mind broke so much that it created another state to go to in order to prevent further damage. It’s name was Olly. A ruthless person who puts up with nothing, says nothing, and is very violent. He broke out and killed the man who torched him, and continued to be more and more ruthless towards others. Eventually more personalities developed as he lived. He was caught one day when mid shootout, he reverted back to his original personality for a moment.
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(I swapped the names)
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CoolGuy
Half decent.
Name:
Hugh Smith
Nickname:
Hue. Duh. Also Colour sometimes. Specifically with the u.
Age:
22
Sex:
Male
Abilities: (if you have some)
Something like magic. Or perhaps literally magic. He can "see" impossible colors. Colors with very strange effects. The colors of terror, making anything drenched in this color absolutely horrifying, the color of the void, eliminating everything covering it, and quite a few others, though most of the more rare and esoteric colors are rare, leaving about ten important colors. The two just mentioned, along with the color of forgetfulness, the color of progress, the color of danger, the color of necessity, the color of imprisonment, the color of intellect, the color of beauty, and the color of freedom. There are more colors; most emotions have a color, though so faint that he can't really see them unless they're incredibly powerful, and most ideas have a color, though these are even more faint, even the most powerful ideas barely having a speck. Even if you can't see these colors, their effects are still felt: some spiders covered in the color of terror, nothing covered in the color of nothing, etc. What's more, with quite a lot of willpower and an inkwell he created purely for this purpose, he can create these colors and paint them, allowing humans to see them and their effects to be much, much more powerful. But rather than breaking their mind, the colors usually just appear to be a more vibrant version of another color. Naturally, this inkwell was taken from him.
Likes:
Art, of course; fame; aesthetics
Dislikes:
Prol, the color of imprisonment; being bothered while he's doing something; most people.
Backstory:
Most people have heard that old idea, that one person's blue could be different from another person's blue, and thus, his abilities went undetected for quite some time. When Hugh (yes, we all laughed when we heard his name) was a child and in art, he couldn't help but notice that there was a very strong correlation in quality and color. There was one color that, the more the picture had, the prettier it was. He couldn't find it in his crayon set, and no matter how often he asked the teachers, they didn't know what he was talking about. He didn't discover the truth for another good five years. He knew by now to avoid the color of prol, using it as a pseudo-future sight, walking the other way when he saw it after experimenting with detention for a little bit. As a ten year old, he saw a little girl, covered head to toe in prol, which made him curious. How could a human be imprisoning? He followed her, only to realize that she was being imprisoned, after a man lifted her up and started running. Hugh, thinking quickly, grabbed this man's ankle, making him trip, just long enough for other adults to sprint over and save the two. Lauded as a hero, Hugh was taken to a therapist when thse ideas of colors couldn't be considered imaginary. Over the next few years, he learned a lot about colors, and that what he saw was not on any of the charts. With experimentation, he learned the effects of these colors, and, naturally, decided to become a painter.
Which brings us to chapter two of poor Hugh's story. He began, simply, as a painter, doing his best to optimize the color of beauty, which he called treil, learning by experiment the essentials of composition and other such principles of art. Soon, however, he got bored of just this color. He saw lim, the color of freedom, just about everywhere, but was always too afraid to follow it, because inexorably, it was tinted in prol. One day, however, he followed the path of lim, finding a bank robbery going on. Always the clever one, he killed the robbers with a gun, discreetly hiding a small portion of the money elsewhere, and indeed was freed of his obligations for a time. He followed this color for a time, gradually sinking himself deeper and deeper into it, before fully embracing his supervillain nature, creating a completely normal, boring, white suit, but drenched in the colors of forgetfulness, terror, intellect, and freedom. Most people were too afraid to even confront him, and awed by his seeming brilliance, as he found out his other ability to create these colors, which added a brand new dimension to his life. Indeed, he lived a very successful career as a villain for a while, before being taken down, with an unhealthy, terrifying amount of prol officers.
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Extras:
He is afraid of the dark. But for him, dark requires the absence of a lot of colors.
Hugh Smith
Nickname:
Hue. Duh. Also Colour sometimes. Specifically with the u.
Age:
22
Sex:
Male
Abilities: (if you have some)
Something like magic. Or perhaps literally magic. He can "see" impossible colors. Colors with very strange effects. The colors of terror, making anything drenched in this color absolutely horrifying, the color of the void, eliminating everything covering it, and quite a few others, though most of the more rare and esoteric colors are rare, leaving about ten important colors. The two just mentioned, along with the color of forgetfulness, the color of progress, the color of danger, the color of necessity, the color of imprisonment, the color of intellect, the color of beauty, and the color of freedom. There are more colors; most emotions have a color, though so faint that he can't really see them unless they're incredibly powerful, and most ideas have a color, though these are even more faint, even the most powerful ideas barely having a speck. Even if you can't see these colors, their effects are still felt: some spiders covered in the color of terror, nothing covered in the color of nothing, etc. What's more, with quite a lot of willpower and an inkwell he created purely for this purpose, he can create these colors and paint them, allowing humans to see them and their effects to be much, much more powerful. But rather than breaking their mind, the colors usually just appear to be a more vibrant version of another color. Naturally, this inkwell was taken from him.
Likes:
Art, of course; fame; aesthetics
Dislikes:
Prol, the color of imprisonment; being bothered while he's doing something; most people.
Backstory:
Most people have heard that old idea, that one person's blue could be different from another person's blue, and thus, his abilities went undetected for quite some time. When Hugh (yes, we all laughed when we heard his name) was a child and in art, he couldn't help but notice that there was a very strong correlation in quality and color. There was one color that, the more the picture had, the prettier it was. He couldn't find it in his crayon set, and no matter how often he asked the teachers, they didn't know what he was talking about. He didn't discover the truth for another good five years. He knew by now to avoid the color of prol, using it as a pseudo-future sight, walking the other way when he saw it after experimenting with detention for a little bit. As a ten year old, he saw a little girl, covered head to toe in prol, which made him curious. How could a human be imprisoning? He followed her, only to realize that she was being imprisoned, after a man lifted her up and started running. Hugh, thinking quickly, grabbed this man's ankle, making him trip, just long enough for other adults to sprint over and save the two. Lauded as a hero, Hugh was taken to a therapist when thse ideas of colors couldn't be considered imaginary. Over the next few years, he learned a lot about colors, and that what he saw was not on any of the charts. With experimentation, he learned the effects of these colors, and, naturally, decided to become a painter.
Which brings us to chapter two of poor Hugh's story. He began, simply, as a painter, doing his best to optimize the color of beauty, which he called treil, learning by experiment the essentials of composition and other such principles of art. Soon, however, he got bored of just this color. He saw lim, the color of freedom, just about everywhere, but was always too afraid to follow it, because inexorably, it was tinted in prol. One day, however, he followed the path of lim, finding a bank robbery going on. Always the clever one, he killed the robbers with a gun, discreetly hiding a small portion of the money elsewhere, and indeed was freed of his obligations for a time. He followed this color for a time, gradually sinking himself deeper and deeper into it, before fully embracing his supervillain nature, creating a completely normal, boring, white suit, but drenched in the colors of forgetfulness, terror, intellect, and freedom. Most people were too afraid to even confront him, and awed by his seeming brilliance, as he found out his other ability to create these colors, which added a brand new dimension to his life. Indeed, he lived a very successful career as a villain for a while, before being taken down, with an unhealthy, terrifying amount of prol officers.
Looks:
Extras:
He is afraid of the dark. But for him, dark requires the absence of a lot of colors.
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idalie
ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀʙʏʟᴏɴ
Name:
Ophelia Browne
Nickname:
Phelie, Ophie, Petal
Age:
20
Sex:
Female
Abilities:
Manipulation: A pretty and a prettier smile can get you anything if you know how to use it. After being refused attention as a child Ophelia will often manipulate people for it. Make no mistake, the manipulation is for her own needs, whether that be coaxing treats out of the guards because of her childish pouts, or using others to achieve her goals. If you have something she wants, Ophelia may stop at nothing till she has it. This ties into a sly nature used to slink around unseen, a finger on her lips.
Siren's Song: Ophie can sing in a seductive, almost ethereal manner which drives anyone to approach; although not used often and unknown to most. Using this ability, she can seclude various people by singing about what they desire most: as a Siren would. Perhaps why she snoops about so much.
Listening: If something is happening in the asylum Ophelia would know about it, or at least have heard a tidbit. Since being an unassuming character, Phelie can be found lurking in doorways, outside of rooms, and just out of reach of the cameras. Always with her ear open to the hallways and their spoken secrets. Just remember, if you want to ask her about the information she's gathered -- you'll have to sacrifice for it.
Likes:
+ Music
+ Games
+ Ballet
+ New gossip
+ Warm blankets
+ Having her hair braided
Dislikes:
- Being sussed out trying to get what she wants
- Interruption during her snooping
- Cold meals
- Purposeful irritation
- Being ignored/forgotten
- Having her prosthetic leg mentioned/the incident around it
Backstory:
It began on a September morning that Ophelia remembers so vividly it frightens her to let her thoughts linger. A small apartment block in East London, her father came home smelling of acrid drug use as he oft did, leaving a six-year-old by herself day in, day out. Not allowed outside, not allowed to go to school, and undernourished from scavenging what she could from empty kitchen cupboards. Broken by methamphetamine use, her father snapped; ranting and raving about her mother. How he wanted to keep Ophelia safe, forever safe. He grabbed the young girl, and using a wood saw from his job as a carpenter, removed half her leg from just below the knee. Her screaming drew neighbours and eventually the police, till passing out from shock and traumatic blood loss. It was a miracle she survived even that, paramedics having to do blood transfusions on site, her heart stopping and starting from there to the hospital. She was in critical condition for months, stuck in an induced coma.
After that, she was poked and prodded from every mental angle, tidied up, and due to the stir in the papers, was even fostered by a doting family. She was the perfect child in all aspects, attending ballet to help her coordination with her prosthetic and excelling in theatre and dance. Ophelia was part of gymnastics, athletics, straight-A student who was adored by all for her big amber eyes and charming smile. Yet she always did have an odd obsession with pulling the legs off of things. It started with flies and insects before she moved onto things she didn't like. Cutting the tails off of the neighbourhood cats. Or the fingers off of the paperboy when they got caught in the letterbox.
And then into her adoptive mother's eye socket when she revealed her pregnancy. Ophelia didn't want to be forgotten. Replaced. She ran of course, and kept on running with new names, new identities for three years till she was found. Leaving a trail of bodies behind her. But all the girl wanted, was for someone to stay with her. Unlike the others, who promised again and again but ended up leaving. Or the ones who spoke about her behind her back. She didn't like it when she wasn't the apple of their eye. She didn't like it when someone was prettier than her. Was it so much to ask, for someone to love her?
Looks:
5'1" Her undernourished upbringing stumped her future growth making Ophelia quite a small, slim woman.
Extras:
A single amputee after the incident with her father.
Ophelia Browne
Nickname:
Phelie, Ophie, Petal
Age:
20
Sex:
Female
Abilities:
Manipulation: A pretty and a prettier smile can get you anything if you know how to use it. After being refused attention as a child Ophelia will often manipulate people for it. Make no mistake, the manipulation is for her own needs, whether that be coaxing treats out of the guards because of her childish pouts, or using others to achieve her goals. If you have something she wants, Ophelia may stop at nothing till she has it. This ties into a sly nature used to slink around unseen, a finger on her lips.
Siren's Song: Ophie can sing in a seductive, almost ethereal manner which drives anyone to approach; although not used often and unknown to most. Using this ability, she can seclude various people by singing about what they desire most: as a Siren would. Perhaps why she snoops about so much.
Listening: If something is happening in the asylum Ophelia would know about it, or at least have heard a tidbit. Since being an unassuming character, Phelie can be found lurking in doorways, outside of rooms, and just out of reach of the cameras. Always with her ear open to the hallways and their spoken secrets. Just remember, if you want to ask her about the information she's gathered -- you'll have to sacrifice for it.
Likes:
+ Music
+ Games
+ Ballet
+ New gossip
+ Warm blankets
+ Having her hair braided
Dislikes:
- Being sussed out trying to get what she wants
- Interruption during her snooping
- Cold meals
- Purposeful irritation
- Being ignored/forgotten
- Having her prosthetic leg mentioned/the incident around it
Backstory:
It began on a September morning that Ophelia remembers so vividly it frightens her to let her thoughts linger. A small apartment block in East London, her father came home smelling of acrid drug use as he oft did, leaving a six-year-old by herself day in, day out. Not allowed outside, not allowed to go to school, and undernourished from scavenging what she could from empty kitchen cupboards. Broken by methamphetamine use, her father snapped; ranting and raving about her mother. How he wanted to keep Ophelia safe, forever safe. He grabbed the young girl, and using a wood saw from his job as a carpenter, removed half her leg from just below the knee. Her screaming drew neighbours and eventually the police, till passing out from shock and traumatic blood loss. It was a miracle she survived even that, paramedics having to do blood transfusions on site, her heart stopping and starting from there to the hospital. She was in critical condition for months, stuck in an induced coma.
After that, she was poked and prodded from every mental angle, tidied up, and due to the stir in the papers, was even fostered by a doting family. She was the perfect child in all aspects, attending ballet to help her coordination with her prosthetic and excelling in theatre and dance. Ophelia was part of gymnastics, athletics, straight-A student who was adored by all for her big amber eyes and charming smile. Yet she always did have an odd obsession with pulling the legs off of things. It started with flies and insects before she moved onto things she didn't like. Cutting the tails off of the neighbourhood cats. Or the fingers off of the paperboy when they got caught in the letterbox.
And then into her adoptive mother's eye socket when she revealed her pregnancy. Ophelia didn't want to be forgotten. Replaced. She ran of course, and kept on running with new names, new identities for three years till she was found. Leaving a trail of bodies behind her. But all the girl wanted, was for someone to stay with her. Unlike the others, who promised again and again but ended up leaving. Or the ones who spoke about her behind her back. She didn't like it when she wasn't the apple of their eye. She didn't like it when someone was prettier than her. Was it so much to ask, for someone to love her?
Looks:
5'1" Her undernourished upbringing stumped her future growth making Ophelia quite a small, slim woman.
Extras:
A single amputee after the incident with her father.
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CrunchyNutT
Chaotic Good
Hellow everyone! So i am back now and we can start the roleplay!!
Gravitational Force
idalie
CoolGuy
RoseAstasia
The Forgotten Host
Ineptitude
raven flame
Gravitational Force
idalie
CoolGuy
RoseAstasia
The Forgotten Host
Ineptitude
raven flame
The Forgotten Host
Senior Member
groovy. whose first
CrunchyNutT
Chaotic Good
I just posted the morning announcement. feel free to post away,
KajaTheChili
New Member
Name: Avalane Greene
Nickname: Ava
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Abilities: Ice-powers. Can shoot ice (if it is not too warm that is) and freeze water
Likes:
-Compliments
-Her big blue eyes
-Being childish
Dislikes:
-Not getting attention
-Hotheads
Backstory:
This big-eyed cutie was born and raised in Sweden, as mommy's little princess and daddy's heartbreaker. All was well and good in her little kingdom until a little brother arrived. A few weeks later, all that was left of her family was bloody corpses and 5 year old alone in the spotlight.
Her calm behaviour and sweet appearance make her not so typical ice queen, and when in trouble she knew how to use those baby blues. She was not a suspect after the murders of her parents and brother, but death seemed to follow her, as innocent as she may seem. Ex-boyfriends, prettier girls, siblings in foster families.
Looks:
Nickname: Ava
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Abilities: Ice-powers. Can shoot ice (if it is not too warm that is) and freeze water
Likes:
-Compliments
-Her big blue eyes
-Being childish
Dislikes:
-Not getting attention
-Hotheads
Backstory:
This big-eyed cutie was born and raised in Sweden, as mommy's little princess and daddy's heartbreaker. All was well and good in her little kingdom until a little brother arrived. A few weeks later, all that was left of her family was bloody corpses and 5 year old alone in the spotlight.
Her calm behaviour and sweet appearance make her not so typical ice queen, and when in trouble she knew how to use those baby blues. She was not a suspect after the murders of her parents and brother, but death seemed to follow her, as innocent as she may seem. Ex-boyfriends, prettier girls, siblings in foster families.
Looks:
Slim Intoxicado
Penthouse Pauper
Name: Allen Bellamy
Nickname: Al, Bell, Bellamy... Take your pick.
Age: He doesn't actually know when he was born, but he looks as if he's in his early-to-mid twenties.
Sex: Male
Abilities: He's very good at lying. Like, strangely good. He can hide his emotions so well that the psychologists are fairly convinced that he's a sociopath. (He isn't) ...Oh, also, he can sing pretty damn well, too.
Likes: Singing, but only when the time is right. He won't like, randomly break out into song. This isn't High School Musical, guys.
Dislikes: To most people, seemingly everything.
Backstory: Allen grew up in suburban New York, about 30 minutes from the city in an orphanage. Although he didn't have too many friends, or any family whatsoever, he was a fairly happy child who spent most of his days singing and feeding stray dogs in the street. All was well and good, until the beginning of middle school. (His schooling was paid for by the orphanage.) Due to his lack of friends, and a tendency to do very well in all of his classes (Which most people found "uncool"), he was severely bullied. It was almost every day that he was beaten up, thrown into a locker, or had his belongings stolen. His only safe haven was the nice lady who worked at the desk of the orphanage. She always cleaned up his wounds and sang him lullabies at night, which made everything seem better.. For now. As the days went on, Allen slowly lost his happy-go-lucky attitude for a more grim orientation. His psychological torture at the hands of the popular kids continued until the end of eight grade, when he finally snapped. As he was getting his books from his locker, a boy the same age as Allen, but much taller came up to him and grabbed him by the backpack. Allen swiftly turned around, grabbed the boy by his shirt, swung him around, and kicked him into the locker, where Allen was usually stuck in. As Allen went to slam the door shut to close the bully in, he tried to escape. Allen was already swinging the door closed with all of his might as the bully peeked his head out. With a loud crack of his neck, the bully fell to the ground. Allen looked down at his tormentor, with a completely blank expression. Allen simply walked away, down the stairs, and out the backdoor of the school. As he was walking back to the orphanage, panic began to set in as the seriousness of the situation became evident. However, he kept his composure, not showing any weakness to anyone around him. As far as they knew, he was just a kid walking down the street. And he intended to keep it that way. When he got to the orphanage, the nice lady at the front desk gave him a strange look. She knew he was supposed to be at school, so why was he here? Allen slowly began to walk over to her. The security cameras surely caught him killing the boy, so the police would surely come for him. And there was only one person who could give them any information. And that's a chance that he wasn't willing to take. The lady's face became very cautious as Allen grew closer. She knew that the bullying had taken a toll on him, and she was worried that he was becoming depressed. But no, he wasn't depressed. Quite the opposite, actually. When he finally got over to the desk, he looked up at the lady, who looked back down at him. There was only one thing left to do. When the police finally arrived to question the lady, what they saw when they walked through the door was a young boy, sitting in an old lady's lap, who had a ballpoint pen sticking out of her eye. As the police drew their weapons, the boy looked up at them and started...
Humming his favorite lullaby.
Looks: Allen has fluffy black hair, that runs all across his head and down to the tips of his shoulders. His skin is very fair, as he rarely goes outside into the sunlight. He's about 5 feet 10 inches tall, with very noticeable bags under his eyes, with reddish rings around them. His build is fairly athletic. He doesn't have a six pack or anything, but he's definitely in shape.
Extras: He only really shows emotion when singing, or when talking to people that he trusts 100%, which isn't very many people.
Nickname: Al, Bell, Bellamy... Take your pick.
Age: He doesn't actually know when he was born, but he looks as if he's in his early-to-mid twenties.
Sex: Male
Abilities: He's very good at lying. Like, strangely good. He can hide his emotions so well that the psychologists are fairly convinced that he's a sociopath. (He isn't) ...Oh, also, he can sing pretty damn well, too.
Likes: Singing, but only when the time is right. He won't like, randomly break out into song. This isn't High School Musical, guys.
Dislikes: To most people, seemingly everything.
Backstory: Allen grew up in suburban New York, about 30 minutes from the city in an orphanage. Although he didn't have too many friends, or any family whatsoever, he was a fairly happy child who spent most of his days singing and feeding stray dogs in the street. All was well and good, until the beginning of middle school. (His schooling was paid for by the orphanage.) Due to his lack of friends, and a tendency to do very well in all of his classes (Which most people found "uncool"), he was severely bullied. It was almost every day that he was beaten up, thrown into a locker, or had his belongings stolen. His only safe haven was the nice lady who worked at the desk of the orphanage. She always cleaned up his wounds and sang him lullabies at night, which made everything seem better.. For now. As the days went on, Allen slowly lost his happy-go-lucky attitude for a more grim orientation. His psychological torture at the hands of the popular kids continued until the end of eight grade, when he finally snapped. As he was getting his books from his locker, a boy the same age as Allen, but much taller came up to him and grabbed him by the backpack. Allen swiftly turned around, grabbed the boy by his shirt, swung him around, and kicked him into the locker, where Allen was usually stuck in. As Allen went to slam the door shut to close the bully in, he tried to escape. Allen was already swinging the door closed with all of his might as the bully peeked his head out. With a loud crack of his neck, the bully fell to the ground. Allen looked down at his tormentor, with a completely blank expression. Allen simply walked away, down the stairs, and out the backdoor of the school. As he was walking back to the orphanage, panic began to set in as the seriousness of the situation became evident. However, he kept his composure, not showing any weakness to anyone around him. As far as they knew, he was just a kid walking down the street. And he intended to keep it that way. When he got to the orphanage, the nice lady at the front desk gave him a strange look. She knew he was supposed to be at school, so why was he here? Allen slowly began to walk over to her. The security cameras surely caught him killing the boy, so the police would surely come for him. And there was only one person who could give them any information. And that's a chance that he wasn't willing to take. The lady's face became very cautious as Allen grew closer. She knew that the bullying had taken a toll on him, and she was worried that he was becoming depressed. But no, he wasn't depressed. Quite the opposite, actually. When he finally got over to the desk, he looked up at the lady, who looked back down at him. There was only one thing left to do. When the police finally arrived to question the lady, what they saw when they walked through the door was a young boy, sitting in an old lady's lap, who had a ballpoint pen sticking out of her eye. As the police drew their weapons, the boy looked up at them and started...
Humming his favorite lullaby.
Looks: Allen has fluffy black hair, that runs all across his head and down to the tips of his shoulders. His skin is very fair, as he rarely goes outside into the sunlight. He's about 5 feet 10 inches tall, with very noticeable bags under his eyes, with reddish rings around them. His build is fairly athletic. He doesn't have a six pack or anything, but he's definitely in shape.
Extras: He only really shows emotion when singing, or when talking to people that he trusts 100%, which isn't very many people.
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Name:308
Nickname:Gone
Age: 21
Sex:male
Abilities: no magical abilities though he's well versed in torture and combat
Likes: people who aren't afraid of him, the smell of blood and taking a life. Darkness
Dislikes: happiness but he won't attack the happy unless provoked. Unfair treatment
Backstory: 308 was born into an experimental facility. The facility experimented with mind control but he showed a natural resistance to be it. With each experiment he would grow more unpredictable, this earned him the nickname "gone" as his humanity was lost at a very young age. At the age of 16 they discarded him. He silently lived for 4 years until one of his captors came after him. After brutally torturing and murdering his captor he went on a frenzy, killing anyone that apposed him or threatened to hurt others. He learned how to torture by enduring years of it while in captivity. As a result his entire body including his face is mangled and he wears a mask to hide his scars. Combat was taught to all the captives. After he was arrested he was passed around from prison to prison as they could not control him. He killed any inmate who treated him or anyone else unfairly and always escaped solitary confinement. When he was sent to the paradox asylum he was finally peaceful, mostly. He hasn't killed any patients but he still does not tolerate unfair treatment and has tortured others for it. He has probably clocked the most time in the black room as the darkness calms him, but due to the nature of the black room he is often left incapacitated for hours after enduring the humming.
Looks: brown eyes, dark blonde hair, several cuts, tears and burns on his face and body leaving him unrecognisable. 5,8 in height and weighs 72 kg
Extras: immune to any form of mind control as his mind is too unstable to be controlled. His behaviour is mostly calm but can be very unpredictable.
Nickname:Gone
Age: 21
Sex:male
Abilities: no magical abilities though he's well versed in torture and combat
Likes: people who aren't afraid of him, the smell of blood and taking a life. Darkness
Dislikes: happiness but he won't attack the happy unless provoked. Unfair treatment
Backstory: 308 was born into an experimental facility. The facility experimented with mind control but he showed a natural resistance to be it. With each experiment he would grow more unpredictable, this earned him the nickname "gone" as his humanity was lost at a very young age. At the age of 16 they discarded him. He silently lived for 4 years until one of his captors came after him. After brutally torturing and murdering his captor he went on a frenzy, killing anyone that apposed him or threatened to hurt others. He learned how to torture by enduring years of it while in captivity. As a result his entire body including his face is mangled and he wears a mask to hide his scars. Combat was taught to all the captives. After he was arrested he was passed around from prison to prison as they could not control him. He killed any inmate who treated him or anyone else unfairly and always escaped solitary confinement. When he was sent to the paradox asylum he was finally peaceful, mostly. He hasn't killed any patients but he still does not tolerate unfair treatment and has tortured others for it. He has probably clocked the most time in the black room as the darkness calms him, but due to the nature of the black room he is often left incapacitated for hours after enduring the humming.
Looks: brown eyes, dark blonde hair, several cuts, tears and burns on his face and body leaving him unrecognisable. 5,8 in height and weighs 72 kg
Extras: immune to any form of mind control as his mind is too unstable to be controlled. His behaviour is mostly calm but can be very unpredictable.
