[SU/D] - Rift in Reality
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special...ed....
This is shaping to be a long weak...
This is shaping to be a long weak...
Vivian isn't a Special Ed student, she's smart... she just also likes to pound people's faces into walls. Katyusha is also smart... she just can't learn the same way everyone else does. 
And try not to have Mimi pick on her too much.
And try not to have Mimi pick on her too much.
hehe... sounds like vivian and Tomoe might have something in common...
i think they meant special as in they all seem rather unique and quirky
i think they meant special as in they all seem rather unique and quirky
...and maybe I should sleep, cause I'm already off my rocker.
Vivian isn't a Special Ed student, she's smart... she just also likes to pound people's faces into walls. Katyusha is also smart... she just can't learn the same way everyone else does.
And try not to have Mimi pick on her too much.
Lmfao yeah just meant they're all quite quirky!
Mimi will probably feel sorry for Katyusha but will pick on her a bit to keep up her 'status'
Also I finished my bio and added it to the front page as well as Tipsy's
Poor Katyusha... she's not going to get much of a break in this RP.
hmm.. hey squiddy. a heads up. i changed her age down to 14 and dropped her height and weight as well as added a bit into her personality.
i made her more spontaneous and childish in contrast to her more controlled and regulated calm persona when in reality. You can think of her as a teen with a smart mind with a child's maturity. Mischievious and a bit cheeky.
i made her more spontaneous and childish in contrast to her more controlled and regulated calm persona when in reality. You can think of her as a teen with a smart mind with a child's maturity. Mischievious and a bit cheeky.
Despite shamelessly recycling a Destiny character for this RP (while putting together some vague plans for another character), getting the bio up may take a little while. I just can't seem to quite get my head together this weekend. It'll be up later today hopefully. 
Name: Chris Mayer
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall enough guy at five foot eleven, with a slender, unmuscled though slim form, Chris is just a little underweight with a slightly pale complexion. His face is mostly smooth, with only a minimum of acne. While not movie star good looking, he is leaning on the handsome side of the scale.
He has light brown hair naturally, but dyes it a deep red with black streaks, with light blue, round eyes. This is arranged in a casual short length style, with a red bandanna, which spends more time off his head than on.
With a preference for casual clothes, Chris will opt for simple, unobtrusive fashion when not in school uniform, and does not wear jewelry, have tattoos, or anything else of the sort, but not entirely because he doesn't want these luxuries.
Personality: Outgoing, compassionate, and relaxed, Chris generally takes a calm, detached view on everything, believing that there is no point in worrying if nothing can be changed. While he will do his best to be of help in a given situation, he believes in predestination, and if something seems sure to happen, he doesn’t see the point in changing it.
He isn’t much for hard work for no pay, and generally needs a motivation to work, be it monetary or otherwise. He does, however, have a heightened sense of morality, and will stand up for what he believes in, if you like. He doesn’t have much time for bullies or the like.
However, he does have something of a temper, and if someone trips it, they are likely to know about it. He has no qualms about fighting physical violence with physical violence, and can hold an argument with the best of them.
He is a social animal, preferring to be with friends than alone. When he is alone, he tends to get bored very fast, to the point where the boredom becomes physical and he would rather sleep than stay awake.
Prefers to stick to the present, having a fear of looking into the future for fear of what might be there. If asked to consider his future, he will wonder aloud what the point is.
First Impression: Tall, rather handsome, although a little pale. He doesn’t really stand out in a crowd fashion wise.
Skills: None of note.
History: Born to a loving family, Chris’ life hasn’t been particularly easy, as he has suffered from cancer since he was a child. This first showed itself when he was three years old, and again when he was seven. When he was thirteen, it once again came out of remission, and most recently when he was sixteen.
His treatment just finished six months ago, and the cancer has once again gone into remission. However, years of chemotherapy and radiotherapy have impacted upon his body. While his height has not been stunted, he has been underweight since he was a child, and ended up with a rather pale complexion.
Dream Bio:
This is your body within the dream. You can look however you like and be whatever gender you like.
Name: Ezreal Demont
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall at six foot one and slender, though noticeably muscled in the upper body. Short blond hair is neatly combed into place, with a pointed chin and a sharply defined, rough facial feature; Ezreal possesses deep blue eyes and a lightly tanned face.
Ezreal typically ears light, silver colored armor and gauntlets, along with leg guards. Very rarely is he not in this full armor. He does not wear headgear.
Personality: Ezreal is not much different from Chris, with his hot headedness from his reality self intensified, as well as his nature becoming a little more gallant and hopeful. He isn’t quite so much of a pessimist as Ezreal, and will aim to change what he deems as wrong until he can’t do anything anymore.
Somewhat chivalrous, Ezreal is a defender of the weak, with something of a Robin Hood personality. In other words, he will happily rob from the rich to feed the poor.
This also makes him somewhat reckless, as he will charge into impossible odds if it will help one person. He will also arrogantly talk back and say what he thinks even if it would be better for him to shut his mouth.
First Impression: An arrogant, reckless, though well meaning man.
Weapon: Can form a sword of light to use in battle.
Magic: Light: Can form a sword of light as well as projecting energy balls of light in battle. He can also form blades of light to send at a foe.
Fire: Can form fireballs and streams of fire, as well as a shield of molten fire to weakly protect himself.
Abilities: Strength: Ezreal has impressive strength that allows him to hold his own admirably, even in hand to hand combat.
Skills: None of note.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall enough guy at five foot eleven, with a slender, unmuscled though slim form, Chris is just a little underweight with a slightly pale complexion. His face is mostly smooth, with only a minimum of acne. While not movie star good looking, he is leaning on the handsome side of the scale.
He has light brown hair naturally, but dyes it a deep red with black streaks, with light blue, round eyes. This is arranged in a casual short length style, with a red bandanna, which spends more time off his head than on.
With a preference for casual clothes, Chris will opt for simple, unobtrusive fashion when not in school uniform, and does not wear jewelry, have tattoos, or anything else of the sort, but not entirely because he doesn't want these luxuries.
Personality: Outgoing, compassionate, and relaxed, Chris generally takes a calm, detached view on everything, believing that there is no point in worrying if nothing can be changed. While he will do his best to be of help in a given situation, he believes in predestination, and if something seems sure to happen, he doesn’t see the point in changing it.
He isn’t much for hard work for no pay, and generally needs a motivation to work, be it monetary or otherwise. He does, however, have a heightened sense of morality, and will stand up for what he believes in, if you like. He doesn’t have much time for bullies or the like.
However, he does have something of a temper, and if someone trips it, they are likely to know about it. He has no qualms about fighting physical violence with physical violence, and can hold an argument with the best of them.
He is a social animal, preferring to be with friends than alone. When he is alone, he tends to get bored very fast, to the point where the boredom becomes physical and he would rather sleep than stay awake.
Prefers to stick to the present, having a fear of looking into the future for fear of what might be there. If asked to consider his future, he will wonder aloud what the point is.
First Impression: Tall, rather handsome, although a little pale. He doesn’t really stand out in a crowd fashion wise.
Skills: None of note.
History: Born to a loving family, Chris’ life hasn’t been particularly easy, as he has suffered from cancer since he was a child. This first showed itself when he was three years old, and again when he was seven. When he was thirteen, it once again came out of remission, and most recently when he was sixteen.
His treatment just finished six months ago, and the cancer has once again gone into remission. However, years of chemotherapy and radiotherapy have impacted upon his body. While his height has not been stunted, he has been underweight since he was a child, and ended up with a rather pale complexion.
Dream Bio:
This is your body within the dream. You can look however you like and be whatever gender you like.
Name: Ezreal Demont
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall at six foot one and slender, though noticeably muscled in the upper body. Short blond hair is neatly combed into place, with a pointed chin and a sharply defined, rough facial feature; Ezreal possesses deep blue eyes and a lightly tanned face.
Ezreal typically ears light, silver colored armor and gauntlets, along with leg guards. Very rarely is he not in this full armor. He does not wear headgear.
Personality: Ezreal is not much different from Chris, with his hot headedness from his reality self intensified, as well as his nature becoming a little more gallant and hopeful. He isn’t quite so much of a pessimist as Ezreal, and will aim to change what he deems as wrong until he can’t do anything anymore.
Somewhat chivalrous, Ezreal is a defender of the weak, with something of a Robin Hood personality. In other words, he will happily rob from the rich to feed the poor.
This also makes him somewhat reckless, as he will charge into impossible odds if it will help one person. He will also arrogantly talk back and say what he thinks even if it would be better for him to shut his mouth.
First Impression: An arrogant, reckless, though well meaning man.
Weapon: Can form a sword of light to use in battle.
Magic: Light: Can form a sword of light as well as projecting energy balls of light in battle. He can also form blades of light to send at a foe.
Fire: Can form fireballs and streams of fire, as well as a shield of molten fire to weakly protect himself.
Abilities: Strength: Ezreal has impressive strength that allows him to hold his own admirably, even in hand to hand combat.
Skills: None of note.
Gemma Clancy Mk II essentially. The Destiny RP bio of her has been thoroughly revised though, so she's no longer going around in real life with a rapier now trying to kill someone.
[FONT="]REALITY BIO[/FONT]
[FONT="]Name[/FONT][FONT="]: Gemma Clancy[/FONT]
[FONT="]Age[/FONT][FONT="]: 17[/FONT]
[FONT="]Gender[/FONT][FONT="]: Female[/FONT]
[FONT="]Appearance[/FONT][FONT="]: Physically she is ordinary, standing at 5”6, an average for a teenager of her age. She maintains a slim physique, though her face is very slightly gaunt. Her hair extends beyond her shoulders to her elbow and gleam dully of a hazel colour; while partially wavy lower down in appearance, unstraightened. In contrast with her dull hazel hair, her eyes gleam a radiant emerald. Her lips are thin, her smile mainly nonexistent and what is conspicuous about her physical appearance is the fact that she cares little about her own appearance. The fact that her hair is unstraightened and a little uncouth in appearance depicts this. In addition, her facial complexion is typically pale – she shuns the need to use makeup and miscellaneous other forms of beauty products, considering them to be needless displays of vanity. Regardless of this, she still manages to exude a mysterious air of initial beauty about her, though to the eye of the beholder, they may also encounter another curious quality of Gemma’s appearance. Many have claimed that there exudes some mysterious and eerie form of aura from her – as though there is something unnatural about her. Gemma herself thinks little of this, dismissing such claims as being the work of slightly paranoid and vivid imaginations.[/FONT]
[FONT="]There is nothing too unusual about her choice of attire. She is predominantly seen with a casual bubble hem top with a light cream pink patterned ribbon knit cardigan buttoned by her waist area. She wears a necklace around her neck, which is adorned curiously with a small, sword-like shape gleaming fervently with a silvery glow in the sunlight. She wears a short dark skirt and long dark tights with a plain modcloth belt around her waist. Footwear-wise, she has opted for a pair of dark vintage crown boots with three belt straps tightly clutching against the hard leather. Rarely does she ever stray from this particular fashion sense and she stubbornly maintains that whatever the weather may be.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Personality[/FONT][FONT="]: Prior to what she calls “That Day”, Gemma was often the life and soul of the party. She had a consistently sunny outlook and often positive, able and willing to chat incessantly with her friends and family – the joys of gossip and lively banter never eluded her. High school to her was something that didn’t need to come first in life. She was content to simply play truant now and then and instead endeavour to spend the time with her friends elsewhere, usually getting up to slight mischief. Her slightly rebellious behaviour had led to clashes with her parents and with her teachers, yet despite this behaviour and the blatant displays of truancy, her grades were consistently adequate and never below average. She maintained a strong enthusiasm for marine biology, owing to her love of dolphins and other forms of marine wildlife. This passion had led her to aspire to be a marine biologist, like her mother.[/FONT]
[FONT="]At least that was her personality. Ever since “That Day” occurred, an irreversible turning point of her life was reached. Confronted with the trauma and the despair, life suddenly turned bleak and grey – like the dawning winter - to the point where she cast aside her sunny disposition and could no longer smile like she used to. The reality of just how screwed up life could be and how easily it was for everything you cherish and value to be taken away like that gave birth to total cynicism within her. She contemplated swearing vengeance towards whoever perpetrated the horrendous crimes of “That Day”. She contemplated tracking him down and murdering her with her bare hands. She contemplated exacting as much pain as possible to the very person who screwed with her life. Yet she soon understood that she had nor the strength nor the capability of achieving this. She also secretly blamed herself for what had happened, recalling the very last time she spoke to her parents before they were killed and what the last sentence was that she hurled at them: “I wish you’ll both die in a fire or something!” The fact was, she could only feign strength and was now in fact easily emotional and easy to break down. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Her grades have suffered consistently. She can no longer remain focused on her studies. What, she had thought to herself, was the point of all this? To prepare her for the future? To prepare everyone for their futures? What kind of future could she possibly have now? Beforehand she dreamt of a wonderful future working to care for all forms of marine animals. Now she can see nothing but a dead wasteland. That would be the perfect manifestation of what her future would be – her whole life now. The three things that bother her: life, dreams and hope; where did they come from and where are they headed? She has no reason to be happy anymore and her life was now reduced to being a mere waiting game to see when it would finally end. To seek comfort and solace however, she would often claim that she would find it in her sleep. Only during sleep as she claimed, would she be liberated from the harsh reality of life and perhaps only in her dreams may she find another reason to be happy again. Only in her dreams may she be free of the guilt she felt when she told her parents to die in a fire. If reality was ruin and lifelessness, her dreams would be the utopian manifestation of what she had envisaged her life to be as a young girl.[/FONT]
[FONT="]In her current state, Gemma hardly seeks to socialise, a far cry from her previous state. She had a boyfriend – well, if one could call him a boyfriend or whether they were just really close friends – and a close circle of friends to regularly hang around with in [/FONT][FONT="]Central Park[/FONT][FONT="]. As she is now, she has quietly slipped away from her friends. No longer does she hang around with them like she used to and instead she chooses to isolate herself from company. This stubborn behaviour irritates her uncle and aunt greatly and they commonly despair at the prospect of not being able to help their niece. [/FONT]
[FONT="]First impression[/FONT][FONT="]: The average person may be startled to see her slightly uncouth appearance, yet at the same time they may notice a subtle beauty about her – likely noticeable remnants of the girl she used to be. Many though may sense something odd or even eerie about her, particularly with how cynical she is, how monotonous her voice sounds and how distant she wishes to be from others. Her inability to be social or positive is very apparent and her ability to feign strength is rather competent, so you may feel scared of her from time to time or in the worst-case scenario, find her utterly sinister. What is certain though, is the fact that you’re likely to think more than twice before feeling the need to walk up to her and converse with her. If you were to attempt this, expect the conversation to quickly end.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Skills[/FONT][FONT="]: A very independent young woman – despite hailing from a relatively prosperous and wealthy family, she was never very spoilt – Gemma staunchly seeks to preserve this independence, rejecting the need for any form of help whatsoever. However, her cooking abilities are more limited, but then again so is her diet, considering her slightly gaunt appearance. She is also quick on her feet, able to flee with terrific haste both on land and in water – her swimming prowess a result of countless occasions swimming with dolphins presumably.[/FONT]
[FONT="]History[/FONT][FONT="]: Born into a prosperous family in [/FONT][FONT="]Maine[/FONT][FONT="], Gemma is the daughter of a wealthy businessman who had built his fortune on a goods shipping company. Her mother worked as a marine biologist in [/FONT][FONT="]Portland[/FONT][FONT="], [/FONT][FONT="]Maine[/FONT][FONT="], who often worked with various forms of marine wildlife in the sea centre, most notably dolphins. It is perhaps unsurprising that through her mother’s work with dolphins that Gemma grew to love the beautiful mammals. She lived with two siblings, a younger brother two years her junior (Thomas) and an older sister three years her senior (Jessica), who had already moved on to be an administrator of a small computing firm in Augusta, the State capital of Maine. Thriving on enterprise, the Clancy family enjoyed a fairly undisturbed life until “That Day” arrived. The global recession had hit the country hard, especially the Clancys’ shipping order company. Employees after another were laid off as the company sought to frantically balance out the books. While the layoffs were the absolute last resort, one of the employees made redundant who had known Gemma’s father descended into drugs, alcohol and madness, distraught at what looked like an act of betrayal by his former employer. How was it fair that his former boss could sit casually on his executive chair, free to accumulate even more money and be even wealthier while individuals such as himself could not find a job and were left to rot? The more alcohol he consumed, and the more drugs he took using what was left of his money, the man grew completely insane, swearing vengeance. Methods would not interest him, only results.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Surely Gemma was fortunate, a very radiant girl with a happy and content childhood, destined for a future of great enterprise, affiliates of the family would often comment about Gemma. In many ways, this was particularly true. Her childhood has been relatively easy. She was content with what she had and appreciated how fortunate she was to possess what she had. She was never very spoilt but she often looked upon her older sister as a role model, and Jessica was therefore a very influential figure in her life. She studied at the prestigious high school and applied to the [/FONT][FONT="]University[/FONT][FONT="] of [/FONT][FONT="]New England[/FONT][FONT="] to study the sciences. Her chatty nature earned her quite a reputation within her school environment while her occasional bouts of truancy would often irritate her tutors. Nevertheless one could not deny that she was the heart and soul of much of the campus. Gemma was popular with her peers and easily earned their trust. There was no other school environment, she thought to herself, where she could be this happy. It was during work at a garment store in [/FONT][FONT="]Portland[/FONT][FONT="] where she met her (alleged) boyfriend and since the pair had been almost inseparable for several years.[/FONT]
[FONT="]He was almost an identical double to her. He too displayed the similar level of tendency to play truant and shared similar enthusiasms as Gemma. Often, he would attempt to coax her into attending late night boy-girl parties with him in town, and despite Gemma’s initial reluctance (wary of what her parents would say about that), she quickly agreed and became a regular party girl since. Her initial wary of her parents’ response was not unfounded. They showed particular concern for their partying daughter, wondering whether she could even get into the [/FONT][FONT="]University[/FONT][FONT="] of [/FONT][FONT="]New England[/FONT][FONT="]. Eventually Gemma was confronted by her parents for being out in the town for as late as [/FONT][FONT="]4am[/FONT][FONT="] and what followed was a brutal clash – a bitter argument between both sides. This horrified her parents. Their daughter had never allowed her temper to flare like this before and she was subsequently grounded. After accepting this proposal and out of sheer anger in the moment, she wished that her parents would die in a fire. What startling prophetic irony this would be…[/FONT]
[FONT="]Her father certainly had an enemy – a man who had been made redundant by the company and who while facing a period of madness decided to exact his revenge. On the night he struck, Gemma received a text summoning her to another party downtown, but only if she could sneak out of the house. Agreeing, Gemma discreetly slipped out through her window at [/FONT][FONT="]12am[/FONT][FONT="], fleeing remarkably quickly before she could be busted. It was lucky (or not?) she did. While she partied without a care in the world in downtown [/FONT][FONT="]Portland[/FONT][FONT="], the madman arrived at the Clancy residence two hours later. He had developed to become a pyromaniac since and torched the mansion, razing it to the ground with hellfire. What a beautiful sight this was to him – the sight of immoral, profit-hungry capitalists burning. Viva la revolution. When Gemma did eventually find out (once she was sober again of course), she was to be greeted with the sight of the charred remains of her house and the ultimate confirmation that would change her permanently: her mother, father, brother and sister had all died in the fire. Hysteric at the news, she grabbed the fireman’s uniform and violently shook the man, demanding that he retract his statement, demanding that he announce that he was joking, demanding that this had not really happened. Was this reality or a dream? The fireman could not do as he was commanded and Gemma collapsed to the ground, broken.[/FONT]
[FONT="]To have such happiness torn away so cruelly from you – surely you could never understand such evil unless you have encountered it, right? It surely leaves everything else within you – everything positive – withering away like rotten flowers…unless all that is left but an insatiable void of loss, of despair, of horror, of loathing and anger. This was the void that was left within Gemma and “That Day” sought only to change her completely. Gone was the bubbly and chatty girl that she was. What emerged was the opposite. Almost unrecognisable in character, a wreck was all that was left of her. Emotion was piling up inside her and would surely destroy her, while the void was growing bigger and bigger with each day. None of her friends could reach her and she grew more and more distant from them. She could have taken the easy way out and be reunited with her family in the ethereal lights of the other world, yet she could not bring herself to do it. Despite subjecting herself to a proportion of the blame – as well as the shame that the very last words she spoke to her parents were to tell them to die in a fire – she could not destroy herself. She was made to move to [/FONT][FONT="]New York[/FONT][FONT="] to live with her uncle and aunt. They were very concerned with the trauma that their niece had experienced and were determined to make her take an extra couple of years in high school before she could think about going to college – if of course, she had any will to anymore. Five months have passed since she arrived in [/FONT][FONT="]New York[/FONT][FONT="].[/FONT]
[FONT="]DREAM BIO[/FONT]
[FONT="]Name[/FONT][FONT="]: “The Blue Rose”, no other name used (though presumably her name may also be Gemma Clancy)[/FONT]
[FONT="]Age[/FONT][FONT="]: 20[/FONT]
[FONT="]Gender[/FONT][FONT="]: Female[/FONT]
[FONT="]Appearance[/FONT][FONT="]: In contrast to her real body outside of the dream realm, The Blue Rose’s hair is a rich blonde and noticeably shorter than that of Gemma’s. It is mostly at chin-length, though with the addition of longer, elbow-length bangs that frame both sides of her face. Her skin is fair, her cheeks are rosy and slightly puffy, her eyes wide, energetic as well as brilliant blue. Her height is around 5’9, which makes her a rather tall young woman. Her figure is not as slim and gaunt as Gemma is, but instead average and slender in physique. [/FONT]
[FONT="]As her name suggests, she is clad mostly in topaz blue. She rolls her front bangs with a device similar to a hair curler on top of her head. The presence of this spiked, two-pronged, hurl curler-like object seems oddly innocent enough, though some claim that it is used as a sophisticated little weapon in an emergency. The Blue Rose herself argues though, that to take out her curler was to totally ruin her hair, which is never good for her personal appearance. Her wardrobe at first glance, appears to be Victorian-influenced though with a slight resemblance to the uniforms worn by female military generals of wars of recent decades. A sleeveless deep blue trench coat is the most dominant-looking attire, which is pleated at the front. A dark, low-cut corset is also present with a high collar as well as light teal puffy sleeves. On her neck is a teal neck choker and around it is a sapphire medallion necklace. Covering most of her arms is a pair of dark, elbow-length gloves that leave the fingers exposed with a pair of golden bracelets adorned with blue above them. Her skirt and thigh high tights are the same colour as her gloves and for footwear; she has opted for teal, high-heeled pumps/sandals to match the general colour scheme of her attire. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Personality[/FONT][FONT="]: While Gemma can be emotional unstable, cold and distant from others, The Blue Rose is sociable, more positive in outlook and a lot more dangerous. To an extent, she shares quite a bit of Gemma’s cynicism. While Gemma’s cynicism is that of total pessimism towards everything in life, the Blue Rose’s cynicism is that of her attitude towards society. She sees others as being gullible fools who can be easily tricked into committing wrongs and that without her running around doing the necessary deeds, society would soon stop functioning. She is often cocky and arrogant as a result, but at the same time a very competent assassin whose speed and agility is often unparalleled. To match with her profession, she is far slyer and calculative than Gemma, able to sweet-talk her way into gaining whatever favourable situation she desires. As a self-proclaimed assassin, she has the tendency of eavesdropping into any conversation nearby to unearth whatever fascinating information the conversers have to offer. Eavesdropping isn’t polite? She cares not for what is deemed to be socially polite and proper, as long as she gets what she wants.[/FONT]
[FONT="]While Gemma feigns coldness and indifference, she is easily emotional. The Blue Rose however, is the dream manifestation of the other side to her that she is unable to unlock in reality. The Blue Rose, being a capable assassin, is actually capable of inflicting punishment on those who deserve their wrath, and capable of tracking down her targets almost effortlessly. She is emotionally strong, able to bottle up whatever troubles her easily and is often fixated on nothing but getting to her target. When she isn’t trying to pursue someone, the flirtatious and social side of her personality is well demonstrated. Like Gemma before the tragedy, she would frequently seek a good time, flirting with the guys and almost reliving entirely what Gemma’s previous life had been. By ‘almost’, this is of course, a dream and Gemma is obviously no assassin in reality. As mentioned already, this personality comes in handy whenever duty calls. Sweet-talk? She can easily do that. Her personal appearance is certainly more of an issue to her than to Gemma, owing to the fact that she’s usually reluctant to pull out the metal hair-curler device from her hair in fear of ruining her hair. When she does take down a target, she opts to do it with style.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Her cynicism towards the ‘stupid people’ in society however, does not prevent her from helping others. The Blue Rose is in fact, readily willing to help out others in distress – as long as it’s not interrupting her pursuit of a target at that very moment in time though. It’s just that when she is pursuing a target, her rather ruthless side rises. Oddly, despite calling herself an ‘assassin’, she finds the term a little pejorative with its connotation of bloody massacring. She’s no ordinary assassin; she is an assassin who happens to enjoy helping others as well. This makes her a …Your friendly neighbourhood assassin?[/FONT]
[FONT="]First impression[/FONT][FONT="]: She’s a smooth-talker, others will therefore easily fall for her charms, seeing as her as a talkative and bubbly person. The guys would probably be all over her, seeing as her as being one heck of a party animal and/or the cutest thing alive. If however, you are a target of this assassin as she is chasing you ruthlessly – and this being your first encounter with the woman – you would be horrified at how quick she is on her feet and how focused she is on trying to catch you. The very thought on your mind would not be to stop and offer some tea to her; it would be to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Weapon[/FONT][FONT="]: She keeps a pair of teal daggers with her rather discreetly. The daggers themselves aren’t as deadly or damaging as say, a standard sword, but being light and durable, the Blue Rose is able to flail them far more swiftly and timely than with a heavier and more brutish weapon. Her metal hair-curler-like device on her hair though, is rumoured to be another weapon, presumably used to be thrown like a projectile. Why she would use that as a weapon though (when it may ruin her appearance) is not certain, though in an emergency, who knows how useful it may be.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Magic[/FONT][FONT="]: She utilises limited use of healing magic and on the offensive front, she is able to cast lightning through her daggers to smite a target.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Abilities[/FONT][FONT="]: Any assassin will know that the key to getting the job done is to have a keen eye and be quick on your feet. The Blue Rose certainly has both. Her eyesight is brilliant and she can easily spot whoever she is seeking even if they were blending in with a crowd. She is a very proficient sprinter, able to flee with startling haste similar to Gemma in reality. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Skills[/FONT][FONT="]: Sweet-talking and like Gemma, strict adherence to her own independence. Being a very independent young woman, she can handle it solo without needing to resort to using backup. [/FONT]
[FONT="]REALITY BIO[/FONT]
[FONT="]Name[/FONT][FONT="]: Gemma Clancy[/FONT]
[FONT="]Age[/FONT][FONT="]: 17[/FONT]
[FONT="]Gender[/FONT][FONT="]: Female[/FONT]
[FONT="]Appearance[/FONT][FONT="]: Physically she is ordinary, standing at 5”6, an average for a teenager of her age. She maintains a slim physique, though her face is very slightly gaunt. Her hair extends beyond her shoulders to her elbow and gleam dully of a hazel colour; while partially wavy lower down in appearance, unstraightened. In contrast with her dull hazel hair, her eyes gleam a radiant emerald. Her lips are thin, her smile mainly nonexistent and what is conspicuous about her physical appearance is the fact that she cares little about her own appearance. The fact that her hair is unstraightened and a little uncouth in appearance depicts this. In addition, her facial complexion is typically pale – she shuns the need to use makeup and miscellaneous other forms of beauty products, considering them to be needless displays of vanity. Regardless of this, she still manages to exude a mysterious air of initial beauty about her, though to the eye of the beholder, they may also encounter another curious quality of Gemma’s appearance. Many have claimed that there exudes some mysterious and eerie form of aura from her – as though there is something unnatural about her. Gemma herself thinks little of this, dismissing such claims as being the work of slightly paranoid and vivid imaginations.[/FONT]
[FONT="]There is nothing too unusual about her choice of attire. She is predominantly seen with a casual bubble hem top with a light cream pink patterned ribbon knit cardigan buttoned by her waist area. She wears a necklace around her neck, which is adorned curiously with a small, sword-like shape gleaming fervently with a silvery glow in the sunlight. She wears a short dark skirt and long dark tights with a plain modcloth belt around her waist. Footwear-wise, she has opted for a pair of dark vintage crown boots with three belt straps tightly clutching against the hard leather. Rarely does she ever stray from this particular fashion sense and she stubbornly maintains that whatever the weather may be.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Personality[/FONT][FONT="]: Prior to what she calls “That Day”, Gemma was often the life and soul of the party. She had a consistently sunny outlook and often positive, able and willing to chat incessantly with her friends and family – the joys of gossip and lively banter never eluded her. High school to her was something that didn’t need to come first in life. She was content to simply play truant now and then and instead endeavour to spend the time with her friends elsewhere, usually getting up to slight mischief. Her slightly rebellious behaviour had led to clashes with her parents and with her teachers, yet despite this behaviour and the blatant displays of truancy, her grades were consistently adequate and never below average. She maintained a strong enthusiasm for marine biology, owing to her love of dolphins and other forms of marine wildlife. This passion had led her to aspire to be a marine biologist, like her mother.[/FONT]
[FONT="]At least that was her personality. Ever since “That Day” occurred, an irreversible turning point of her life was reached. Confronted with the trauma and the despair, life suddenly turned bleak and grey – like the dawning winter - to the point where she cast aside her sunny disposition and could no longer smile like she used to. The reality of just how screwed up life could be and how easily it was for everything you cherish and value to be taken away like that gave birth to total cynicism within her. She contemplated swearing vengeance towards whoever perpetrated the horrendous crimes of “That Day”. She contemplated tracking him down and murdering her with her bare hands. She contemplated exacting as much pain as possible to the very person who screwed with her life. Yet she soon understood that she had nor the strength nor the capability of achieving this. She also secretly blamed herself for what had happened, recalling the very last time she spoke to her parents before they were killed and what the last sentence was that she hurled at them: “I wish you’ll both die in a fire or something!” The fact was, she could only feign strength and was now in fact easily emotional and easy to break down. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Her grades have suffered consistently. She can no longer remain focused on her studies. What, she had thought to herself, was the point of all this? To prepare her for the future? To prepare everyone for their futures? What kind of future could she possibly have now? Beforehand she dreamt of a wonderful future working to care for all forms of marine animals. Now she can see nothing but a dead wasteland. That would be the perfect manifestation of what her future would be – her whole life now. The three things that bother her: life, dreams and hope; where did they come from and where are they headed? She has no reason to be happy anymore and her life was now reduced to being a mere waiting game to see when it would finally end. To seek comfort and solace however, she would often claim that she would find it in her sleep. Only during sleep as she claimed, would she be liberated from the harsh reality of life and perhaps only in her dreams may she find another reason to be happy again. Only in her dreams may she be free of the guilt she felt when she told her parents to die in a fire. If reality was ruin and lifelessness, her dreams would be the utopian manifestation of what she had envisaged her life to be as a young girl.[/FONT]
[FONT="]In her current state, Gemma hardly seeks to socialise, a far cry from her previous state. She had a boyfriend – well, if one could call him a boyfriend or whether they were just really close friends – and a close circle of friends to regularly hang around with in [/FONT][FONT="]Central Park[/FONT][FONT="]. As she is now, she has quietly slipped away from her friends. No longer does she hang around with them like she used to and instead she chooses to isolate herself from company. This stubborn behaviour irritates her uncle and aunt greatly and they commonly despair at the prospect of not being able to help their niece. [/FONT]
[FONT="]First impression[/FONT][FONT="]: The average person may be startled to see her slightly uncouth appearance, yet at the same time they may notice a subtle beauty about her – likely noticeable remnants of the girl she used to be. Many though may sense something odd or even eerie about her, particularly with how cynical she is, how monotonous her voice sounds and how distant she wishes to be from others. Her inability to be social or positive is very apparent and her ability to feign strength is rather competent, so you may feel scared of her from time to time or in the worst-case scenario, find her utterly sinister. What is certain though, is the fact that you’re likely to think more than twice before feeling the need to walk up to her and converse with her. If you were to attempt this, expect the conversation to quickly end.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Skills[/FONT][FONT="]: A very independent young woman – despite hailing from a relatively prosperous and wealthy family, she was never very spoilt – Gemma staunchly seeks to preserve this independence, rejecting the need for any form of help whatsoever. However, her cooking abilities are more limited, but then again so is her diet, considering her slightly gaunt appearance. She is also quick on her feet, able to flee with terrific haste both on land and in water – her swimming prowess a result of countless occasions swimming with dolphins presumably.[/FONT]
[FONT="]History[/FONT][FONT="]: Born into a prosperous family in [/FONT][FONT="]Maine[/FONT][FONT="], Gemma is the daughter of a wealthy businessman who had built his fortune on a goods shipping company. Her mother worked as a marine biologist in [/FONT][FONT="]Portland[/FONT][FONT="], [/FONT][FONT="]Maine[/FONT][FONT="], who often worked with various forms of marine wildlife in the sea centre, most notably dolphins. It is perhaps unsurprising that through her mother’s work with dolphins that Gemma grew to love the beautiful mammals. She lived with two siblings, a younger brother two years her junior (Thomas) and an older sister three years her senior (Jessica), who had already moved on to be an administrator of a small computing firm in Augusta, the State capital of Maine. Thriving on enterprise, the Clancy family enjoyed a fairly undisturbed life until “That Day” arrived. The global recession had hit the country hard, especially the Clancys’ shipping order company. Employees after another were laid off as the company sought to frantically balance out the books. While the layoffs were the absolute last resort, one of the employees made redundant who had known Gemma’s father descended into drugs, alcohol and madness, distraught at what looked like an act of betrayal by his former employer. How was it fair that his former boss could sit casually on his executive chair, free to accumulate even more money and be even wealthier while individuals such as himself could not find a job and were left to rot? The more alcohol he consumed, and the more drugs he took using what was left of his money, the man grew completely insane, swearing vengeance. Methods would not interest him, only results.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Surely Gemma was fortunate, a very radiant girl with a happy and content childhood, destined for a future of great enterprise, affiliates of the family would often comment about Gemma. In many ways, this was particularly true. Her childhood has been relatively easy. She was content with what she had and appreciated how fortunate she was to possess what she had. She was never very spoilt but she often looked upon her older sister as a role model, and Jessica was therefore a very influential figure in her life. She studied at the prestigious high school and applied to the [/FONT][FONT="]University[/FONT][FONT="] of [/FONT][FONT="]New England[/FONT][FONT="] to study the sciences. Her chatty nature earned her quite a reputation within her school environment while her occasional bouts of truancy would often irritate her tutors. Nevertheless one could not deny that she was the heart and soul of much of the campus. Gemma was popular with her peers and easily earned their trust. There was no other school environment, she thought to herself, where she could be this happy. It was during work at a garment store in [/FONT][FONT="]Portland[/FONT][FONT="] where she met her (alleged) boyfriend and since the pair had been almost inseparable for several years.[/FONT]
[FONT="]He was almost an identical double to her. He too displayed the similar level of tendency to play truant and shared similar enthusiasms as Gemma. Often, he would attempt to coax her into attending late night boy-girl parties with him in town, and despite Gemma’s initial reluctance (wary of what her parents would say about that), she quickly agreed and became a regular party girl since. Her initial wary of her parents’ response was not unfounded. They showed particular concern for their partying daughter, wondering whether she could even get into the [/FONT][FONT="]University[/FONT][FONT="] of [/FONT][FONT="]New England[/FONT][FONT="]. Eventually Gemma was confronted by her parents for being out in the town for as late as [/FONT][FONT="]4am[/FONT][FONT="] and what followed was a brutal clash – a bitter argument between both sides. This horrified her parents. Their daughter had never allowed her temper to flare like this before and she was subsequently grounded. After accepting this proposal and out of sheer anger in the moment, she wished that her parents would die in a fire. What startling prophetic irony this would be…[/FONT]
[FONT="]Her father certainly had an enemy – a man who had been made redundant by the company and who while facing a period of madness decided to exact his revenge. On the night he struck, Gemma received a text summoning her to another party downtown, but only if she could sneak out of the house. Agreeing, Gemma discreetly slipped out through her window at [/FONT][FONT="]12am[/FONT][FONT="], fleeing remarkably quickly before she could be busted. It was lucky (or not?) she did. While she partied without a care in the world in downtown [/FONT][FONT="]Portland[/FONT][FONT="], the madman arrived at the Clancy residence two hours later. He had developed to become a pyromaniac since and torched the mansion, razing it to the ground with hellfire. What a beautiful sight this was to him – the sight of immoral, profit-hungry capitalists burning. Viva la revolution. When Gemma did eventually find out (once she was sober again of course), she was to be greeted with the sight of the charred remains of her house and the ultimate confirmation that would change her permanently: her mother, father, brother and sister had all died in the fire. Hysteric at the news, she grabbed the fireman’s uniform and violently shook the man, demanding that he retract his statement, demanding that he announce that he was joking, demanding that this had not really happened. Was this reality or a dream? The fireman could not do as he was commanded and Gemma collapsed to the ground, broken.[/FONT]
[FONT="]To have such happiness torn away so cruelly from you – surely you could never understand such evil unless you have encountered it, right? It surely leaves everything else within you – everything positive – withering away like rotten flowers…unless all that is left but an insatiable void of loss, of despair, of horror, of loathing and anger. This was the void that was left within Gemma and “That Day” sought only to change her completely. Gone was the bubbly and chatty girl that she was. What emerged was the opposite. Almost unrecognisable in character, a wreck was all that was left of her. Emotion was piling up inside her and would surely destroy her, while the void was growing bigger and bigger with each day. None of her friends could reach her and she grew more and more distant from them. She could have taken the easy way out and be reunited with her family in the ethereal lights of the other world, yet she could not bring herself to do it. Despite subjecting herself to a proportion of the blame – as well as the shame that the very last words she spoke to her parents were to tell them to die in a fire – she could not destroy herself. She was made to move to [/FONT][FONT="]New York[/FONT][FONT="] to live with her uncle and aunt. They were very concerned with the trauma that their niece had experienced and were determined to make her take an extra couple of years in high school before she could think about going to college – if of course, she had any will to anymore. Five months have passed since she arrived in [/FONT][FONT="]New York[/FONT][FONT="].[/FONT]
[FONT="]DREAM BIO[/FONT]
[FONT="]Name[/FONT][FONT="]: “The Blue Rose”, no other name used (though presumably her name may also be Gemma Clancy)[/FONT]
[FONT="]Age[/FONT][FONT="]: 20[/FONT]
[FONT="]Gender[/FONT][FONT="]: Female[/FONT]
[FONT="]Appearance[/FONT][FONT="]: In contrast to her real body outside of the dream realm, The Blue Rose’s hair is a rich blonde and noticeably shorter than that of Gemma’s. It is mostly at chin-length, though with the addition of longer, elbow-length bangs that frame both sides of her face. Her skin is fair, her cheeks are rosy and slightly puffy, her eyes wide, energetic as well as brilliant blue. Her height is around 5’9, which makes her a rather tall young woman. Her figure is not as slim and gaunt as Gemma is, but instead average and slender in physique. [/FONT]
[FONT="]As her name suggests, she is clad mostly in topaz blue. She rolls her front bangs with a device similar to a hair curler on top of her head. The presence of this spiked, two-pronged, hurl curler-like object seems oddly innocent enough, though some claim that it is used as a sophisticated little weapon in an emergency. The Blue Rose herself argues though, that to take out her curler was to totally ruin her hair, which is never good for her personal appearance. Her wardrobe at first glance, appears to be Victorian-influenced though with a slight resemblance to the uniforms worn by female military generals of wars of recent decades. A sleeveless deep blue trench coat is the most dominant-looking attire, which is pleated at the front. A dark, low-cut corset is also present with a high collar as well as light teal puffy sleeves. On her neck is a teal neck choker and around it is a sapphire medallion necklace. Covering most of her arms is a pair of dark, elbow-length gloves that leave the fingers exposed with a pair of golden bracelets adorned with blue above them. Her skirt and thigh high tights are the same colour as her gloves and for footwear; she has opted for teal, high-heeled pumps/sandals to match the general colour scheme of her attire. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Personality[/FONT][FONT="]: While Gemma can be emotional unstable, cold and distant from others, The Blue Rose is sociable, more positive in outlook and a lot more dangerous. To an extent, she shares quite a bit of Gemma’s cynicism. While Gemma’s cynicism is that of total pessimism towards everything in life, the Blue Rose’s cynicism is that of her attitude towards society. She sees others as being gullible fools who can be easily tricked into committing wrongs and that without her running around doing the necessary deeds, society would soon stop functioning. She is often cocky and arrogant as a result, but at the same time a very competent assassin whose speed and agility is often unparalleled. To match with her profession, she is far slyer and calculative than Gemma, able to sweet-talk her way into gaining whatever favourable situation she desires. As a self-proclaimed assassin, she has the tendency of eavesdropping into any conversation nearby to unearth whatever fascinating information the conversers have to offer. Eavesdropping isn’t polite? She cares not for what is deemed to be socially polite and proper, as long as she gets what she wants.[/FONT]
[FONT="]While Gemma feigns coldness and indifference, she is easily emotional. The Blue Rose however, is the dream manifestation of the other side to her that she is unable to unlock in reality. The Blue Rose, being a capable assassin, is actually capable of inflicting punishment on those who deserve their wrath, and capable of tracking down her targets almost effortlessly. She is emotionally strong, able to bottle up whatever troubles her easily and is often fixated on nothing but getting to her target. When she isn’t trying to pursue someone, the flirtatious and social side of her personality is well demonstrated. Like Gemma before the tragedy, she would frequently seek a good time, flirting with the guys and almost reliving entirely what Gemma’s previous life had been. By ‘almost’, this is of course, a dream and Gemma is obviously no assassin in reality. As mentioned already, this personality comes in handy whenever duty calls. Sweet-talk? She can easily do that. Her personal appearance is certainly more of an issue to her than to Gemma, owing to the fact that she’s usually reluctant to pull out the metal hair-curler device from her hair in fear of ruining her hair. When she does take down a target, she opts to do it with style.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Her cynicism towards the ‘stupid people’ in society however, does not prevent her from helping others. The Blue Rose is in fact, readily willing to help out others in distress – as long as it’s not interrupting her pursuit of a target at that very moment in time though. It’s just that when she is pursuing a target, her rather ruthless side rises. Oddly, despite calling herself an ‘assassin’, she finds the term a little pejorative with its connotation of bloody massacring. She’s no ordinary assassin; she is an assassin who happens to enjoy helping others as well. This makes her a …Your friendly neighbourhood assassin?[/FONT]
[FONT="]First impression[/FONT][FONT="]: She’s a smooth-talker, others will therefore easily fall for her charms, seeing as her as a talkative and bubbly person. The guys would probably be all over her, seeing as her as being one heck of a party animal and/or the cutest thing alive. If however, you are a target of this assassin as she is chasing you ruthlessly – and this being your first encounter with the woman – you would be horrified at how quick she is on her feet and how focused she is on trying to catch you. The very thought on your mind would not be to stop and offer some tea to her; it would be to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Weapon[/FONT][FONT="]: She keeps a pair of teal daggers with her rather discreetly. The daggers themselves aren’t as deadly or damaging as say, a standard sword, but being light and durable, the Blue Rose is able to flail them far more swiftly and timely than with a heavier and more brutish weapon. Her metal hair-curler-like device on her hair though, is rumoured to be another weapon, presumably used to be thrown like a projectile. Why she would use that as a weapon though (when it may ruin her appearance) is not certain, though in an emergency, who knows how useful it may be.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Magic[/FONT][FONT="]: She utilises limited use of healing magic and on the offensive front, she is able to cast lightning through her daggers to smite a target.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Abilities[/FONT][FONT="]: Any assassin will know that the key to getting the job done is to have a keen eye and be quick on your feet. The Blue Rose certainly has both. Her eyesight is brilliant and she can easily spot whoever she is seeking even if they were blending in with a crowd. She is a very proficient sprinter, able to flee with startling haste similar to Gemma in reality. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Skills[/FONT][FONT="]: Sweet-talking and like Gemma, strict adherence to her own independence. Being a very independent young woman, she can handle it solo without needing to resort to using backup. [/FONT]
The inclusion of a uniform disgusts me Damon. You set a standard that I shall fight against! By taking this lovely flaw.
I never feel like I write enough for these things. Anyway.
Reality Bio:
My two characters are identical twins so I'm going to kill two birds with one stone as much as possible here.
Name: William & Walter Bishop
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: The twins are about 5'10" (178 cm) tall and 150 lbs (68 kg) in weight. They both have short blonde hair that they keep in the same style (something like this). Beyond their unusually bright blue eyes, their faces are largely unremarkable. The only distinguishing characteristic between the twins is eyewear. William wears contact lenses, but Walter wears a small pair of glasses with thin black frames.
Personality:
William- William is the more gregarious and outspoken of the two brothers. Since he is more athletic than his brother, he tends to be more popular and has an easier time making friends. Due to the ease he has always had in social affairs in his school, he maintains a carefree attitude and is a bit of jokester. He does marginally well in classes, but usually turns to his brother for help in these matters.
Walter- Walter is the more intelligent and reserved of the two brothers. Walter has participated in some athletics (at the urging of his father, generally) but usually follows the more academic pursuits. Walter is extremely taciturn by nature, but is not beyond using his sharp wit to point out some mistake or shortcoming of someone around him. As such, Walter has a small circle of friends who tend to be viewed as "outsiders", which
suits him fine.
The relationship between the two brothers has become strained as of late, partly because William's popularity has affected his behavior towards Walter, and also due to issues at home (see History).
First Impression:
William - William is easy to talk to, so most people's first impression would be something along the lines of "Oh, what a nice guy!"
Walter- Walter is more likely to be reserved towards new people...perhaps even short or snappy at times. He is quite likely to make a smartass remark to someone he meets if they behave in a certain way (stupid).
Skills:
William - High athletic ability, ability to convince others to follow him (he's something of a smooth talker, if you will)
Walter - Extremely high intelligence, mild athletic ability, sharp wit
History:
The Bishop family has lived in New York City for many years. William and Walter's father, James Bishop, is an extremely successful investment banker in the city. The twins grew up having everything they ever wanted, but parents who grew more and more distant as time passed. By the time the boys were teenagers, their father was hardly ever around and their mother was obsessed with shopping and fancy parties. The bit of their father they did see was an overworked man who hardly noticed his children...but seemed to be preferring one of his sons as of late. James, who was rarely one to dote on his sons, suddenly began to show more attention to William...something that Walter's sharp eyes did not miss. Walter has grown bitter towards his whole family in the past year due to this shift, and two boys who were once inseparable were now growing further and further apart...
Dream Bio:
William
Name: James Bishop
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: James is a reflection of William's desire to emulate his father, so his appearance is a reflection of his father's "glory years"...or at least his perception of that. As a result, James resembles an older, larger version of William himself. The hair, eyes, and complexion are the same, but he is taller by a few inches and more powerfully built. He always wears black dress pants, a white button-down shirt, and a black sports coat. He has a tendency to spend most of his time smiling, which fits right in with his friendly nature.
Personality: William's friendliness is even more apparent in his dream persona. He is perfectly willing to talk to anyone he encounters and go on any sort of adventure. He is very trusting...perhaps even to a fault. He is quick to laugh and make jokes...again, perhaps to a fault. Some might even find James's lack of seriousness to be a bit distressing.
First Impression: People's first impression is likely to be positive, since James has a knack for making friends quickly. Some might find his friendliness to be a bit over the top, but his kindness is usually genuine.
Weapon: Primarily hand-to-hand, but is capable of using a variety of weapons if the occasion calls for it.
Magic: None.
Abilities: James is quite strong and fast, perhaps unusually so for a person of his size.
Skills: Well-versed in hand-to-hand combat, can use a variety of weapons.
Walter
Name: The Masked One
Age: Unknown, presumed to be 20s
Gender: Male
Appearance: The Masked One is tall (6'2"/188cm) and appears to be somewhat thin. The Masked One wears a long black hooded robe, so it is impossible to determine his actual body type. He also wears a dark blue mask that allows no hint of his actual facial features.
Personality: He is extremely very quiet and is likely to treat almost anyone he meets with disdain. He believes himself to be superior to almost everyone else, and this basic mindset comes across in all of his interaction with others.
First Impression: The first impression that the Masked One gives off is complete indifference to those around him, and an aloofness that many will likely find frustrating.
Weapon: The Masked One generally relies on his staff to use his magical abilities, but also keeps two daggers inside his robes for extreme circumstances.
Magic: Fire/Ice
Abilities: Extreme talent with magic and magic-related abilities
Skills: Nothing special.
Reality Bio:
My two characters are identical twins so I'm going to kill two birds with one stone as much as possible here.
Name: William & Walter Bishop
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: The twins are about 5'10" (178 cm) tall and 150 lbs (68 kg) in weight. They both have short blonde hair that they keep in the same style (something like this). Beyond their unusually bright blue eyes, their faces are largely unremarkable. The only distinguishing characteristic between the twins is eyewear. William wears contact lenses, but Walter wears a small pair of glasses with thin black frames.
Personality:
William- William is the more gregarious and outspoken of the two brothers. Since he is more athletic than his brother, he tends to be more popular and has an easier time making friends. Due to the ease he has always had in social affairs in his school, he maintains a carefree attitude and is a bit of jokester. He does marginally well in classes, but usually turns to his brother for help in these matters.
Walter- Walter is the more intelligent and reserved of the two brothers. Walter has participated in some athletics (at the urging of his father, generally) but usually follows the more academic pursuits. Walter is extremely taciturn by nature, but is not beyond using his sharp wit to point out some mistake or shortcoming of someone around him. As such, Walter has a small circle of friends who tend to be viewed as "outsiders", which
suits him fine.
The relationship between the two brothers has become strained as of late, partly because William's popularity has affected his behavior towards Walter, and also due to issues at home (see History).
First Impression:
William - William is easy to talk to, so most people's first impression would be something along the lines of "Oh, what a nice guy!"
Walter- Walter is more likely to be reserved towards new people...perhaps even short or snappy at times. He is quite likely to make a smartass remark to someone he meets if they behave in a certain way (stupid).
Skills:
William - High athletic ability, ability to convince others to follow him (he's something of a smooth talker, if you will)
Walter - Extremely high intelligence, mild athletic ability, sharp wit
History:
The Bishop family has lived in New York City for many years. William and Walter's father, James Bishop, is an extremely successful investment banker in the city. The twins grew up having everything they ever wanted, but parents who grew more and more distant as time passed. By the time the boys were teenagers, their father was hardly ever around and their mother was obsessed with shopping and fancy parties. The bit of their father they did see was an overworked man who hardly noticed his children...but seemed to be preferring one of his sons as of late. James, who was rarely one to dote on his sons, suddenly began to show more attention to William...something that Walter's sharp eyes did not miss. Walter has grown bitter towards his whole family in the past year due to this shift, and two boys who were once inseparable were now growing further and further apart...
Dream Bio:
William
Name: James Bishop
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: James is a reflection of William's desire to emulate his father, so his appearance is a reflection of his father's "glory years"...or at least his perception of that. As a result, James resembles an older, larger version of William himself. The hair, eyes, and complexion are the same, but he is taller by a few inches and more powerfully built. He always wears black dress pants, a white button-down shirt, and a black sports coat. He has a tendency to spend most of his time smiling, which fits right in with his friendly nature.
Personality: William's friendliness is even more apparent in his dream persona. He is perfectly willing to talk to anyone he encounters and go on any sort of adventure. He is very trusting...perhaps even to a fault. He is quick to laugh and make jokes...again, perhaps to a fault. Some might even find James's lack of seriousness to be a bit distressing.
First Impression: People's first impression is likely to be positive, since James has a knack for making friends quickly. Some might find his friendliness to be a bit over the top, but his kindness is usually genuine.
Weapon: Primarily hand-to-hand, but is capable of using a variety of weapons if the occasion calls for it.
Magic: None.
Abilities: James is quite strong and fast, perhaps unusually so for a person of his size.
Skills: Well-versed in hand-to-hand combat, can use a variety of weapons.
Walter
Name: The Masked One
Age: Unknown, presumed to be 20s
Gender: Male
Appearance: The Masked One is tall (6'2"/188cm) and appears to be somewhat thin. The Masked One wears a long black hooded robe, so it is impossible to determine his actual body type. He also wears a dark blue mask that allows no hint of his actual facial features.
Personality: He is extremely very quiet and is likely to treat almost anyone he meets with disdain. He believes himself to be superior to almost everyone else, and this basic mindset comes across in all of his interaction with others.
First Impression: The first impression that the Masked One gives off is complete indifference to those around him, and an aloofness that many will likely find frustrating.
Weapon: The Masked One generally relies on his staff to use his magical abilities, but also keeps two daggers inside his robes for extreme circumstances.
Magic: Fire/Ice
Abilities: Extreme talent with magic and magic-related abilities
Skills: Nothing special.
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Oh dear me, I had a bit of an awful time on this one. It sounds a little ridiculous when I read over it, especially the dream bio part. 
[FONT="]REALITY BIO[/FONT]
[FONT="]Name[/FONT][FONT="]: Francis Liebermann[/FONT]
[FONT="]Age[/FONT][FONT="]: 17[/FONT]
[FONT="]Gender[/FONT][FONT="]: Male[/FONT]
[FONT="]Appearance[/FONT][FONT="]: At 5’3, Francis is below-average in height for a person of his age, much to his own chagrin, for he is easily sensitive about his height. With a rather brilliant metabolism, Francis is able to remain very slim (and ‘puny’ according to the very students who enjoy mocking and ridiculing him on a regular basis), also to his dismay as he constantly wanders around the corridors frightened that even the weakest person can break one of his bones like a twig. His hair is relatively medium-length, of a warm chestnut brown colour and typically greasy-looking in appearance, partially covering his (rather large, or ‘Dumbo ears’ as his bullies put it as) ears and sporting a very finely-cut straight fringe on the forehead area. Very noticeable braces are always seen whenever he opens his mouth. Mild, though noticeable acne is scattered across his face, particularly near his nose area and while acne is nothing out of the ordinary for teenage boys of his age, Francis is aghast with horror at the acne, determined to be rid of it by applying as much facial treatment as possible, for better or worse. His eyes are a dull chocolate brown and virtually magnified when hidden behind the thick-lens and thick-rimmed spectacles he is never seen without. Francis is often teased for his thin arms, for the way they seem to hang as if connected to his body by a very loose socket and about to drop off. It’s no wonder that bullies often attempt to pull his arms to test their hypothesis.[/FONT]
[FONT="]His clothes are certainly nothing fashionable whatsoever – even his glasses are deemed to be from the 1970s or 1980s. He wears a smart white collared shirt, all neatly buttoned up – with the collar neatly done up of course – with a neat black tie elegantly done. A red-white-black striped sweater is often seen over his shirt and tie and for whatever reason when he is wearing it; the black tie is hanging out over the sweater. His sleeves are always down and due to the fact that he suffers from a mild eczema skin condition, Francis is always eager to hide his hands, claiming that they look hideous when in fact this is merely exaggeration. His shirt is also neatly tucked in underneath his (rather long) smart black trousers (similar to what you would wear as part of a school uniform, firmly held up by a belt tightly wrapped against his abdomen. A pair of smart black shoes finishes the attire, very well-polished until it gleams enough in the sunlight to kill a pilot.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Personality[/FONT][FONT="]: Francis prides in his hardworking nature. His parents have constantly drilled into his skill the idea that you cannot expect the world to simply look after you and feed you itself, you have to put in the work and effort to secure yourself a favourable future. That is exactly what he thoroughly believes in. His favourite subjects are Biology, Mathematics and Physics and he would often be in the library scouring for book after book in his free lessons to constantly challenge himself academically. Maths has always fascinated him greatly. This very abstract concept, he thought to himself, has created so many possibilities and is so fundamentally crucial that the world simply cannot turn without its application. What is more, science is just as compatibly crucial. Without science, he would believe, humankind is ignorant. Without science we cannot possibly be any wiser than the rest of the animal kingdom, for we would not be able to understand just how the human body functions, our relationship with the world around us and the universe beyond. His one dream would be to cure cancer – he fantasised the Nobel Prize he would earn then - though even then he acknowledges that even that is a far-fetched goal. Every day in the library, he would push himself with rigorously studies and learning, eager to impress his parents and teachers day by day. He would also be an eager player of chess, claiming that it’s the only one recreational activity in the school suitable enough for him to push his mind and thinking skills to the limit. In class, he is often quiet and socially awkward. While his classmates socialise freely and loudly, Francis would sit in the corner, head resting against his arm and going through textbooks after another, eager to put the time to good use and grant himself an advantageous edge over his classmates – who he deems to be ‘intellectually inferior’.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Because of the fact that this hard focus on academic stimulation; he is often snobbish towards his peers. He would often glance over his shoulders to see a chatty class of people who never do as well as him in tests and in whatever subjects there are except for Gym class. There was no reason why he should care about them, he thought to himself. If they wanted to waste this time and opportunity to learn and whatever else they do, it’s their education they’re potentially wasting and perhaps their entire future being wasted. This kind of slippery slope logic lands him on his own perceived idea of a moral high ground. He has a superiority complex in terms of academics as a result. He prides in the consistent A-grades that he would receive and his satisfied grin whenever this happens is enough to make even the most moderate person feel like flooring him with a punch. [/FONT]
[FONT="]This superiority complex however, is also juxtaposed with an inferiority complex elsewhere. While Francis’s superiority complex dictates that he finds his peers to be intellectually inferior and therefore destined for a future with terrible jobs of a manual kind ideally, he is in fact keen to socialise with them and befriend them. In truth, he has few friends. He has decided to put his own goal of rigorous academic stimulation before friendship and as a result has often secluded himself from others granting him very few friends as a result. He realises just how hostile such a community would be if one has very few friends – even people to converse with now and again by the school lockers. He has tried to befriend some individuals, but is always fixated on how awkward socially he is. The inferiority complex is essentially just that – how socially awkward he perceives himself to be. He tried to ask out a girl once and screwed that up, so ever since he feared the same would happen to whoever he tries to chat with so has ultimately accepted that. Nevertheless he has not given up his goal of trying, although he has often landed himself straight into the hands of bullies.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The bullies are often ruthless. Francis is mocked for his slight lisp when he speaks, his skinny appearance, his personality and how useless he is in Gym class. The latter is certainly true; Francis despises Gym class as a result, but believes that physical action equates manual labour, the sum of everything he despises. Despite the relentlessly bullying, Francis harbours no real ill will towards them, no intention of gaining revenge (partially because he has no hopes of doing that perhaps) and his will to befriend people and break out of his socially awkwardness remains intact. Bullies also tend to pick on him for what they perceive to be a slight form of autistic nature in Francis.[/FONT]
[FONT="]First impression[/FONT][FONT="]: Obviously one would easily recognise him as the typical school nerd, with the glasses, the books in his hands and his general characteristic of excluding himself from company. Beyond the physical appearance though, Francis easily comes off as being polite despite whoever he is talking to, speaks rather formally and very enthusiastic about his studies, claiming that his dream is to cure cancer – a rather noble intention. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Skills[/FONT][FONT="]: Lucid dreaming is one of Francis’s skills. His mind is remarkable due to how hard he has pushed it academically and thoroughly in terms of thinking. As a result, he is able to identify when he is dreaming and possibly influence how the dream goes to his advantage, though in terms of the dream world, this becomes of slight irrelevance. One obvious skill though, is his bank of intellectualism. Francis is easily fascinated by anything, eager to study and learn more about it, building up a vast bank of knowledge as a result, for whatever situation demands it. This certainly makes up for any distinct lack of physical capability. [/FONT]
[FONT="]History[/FONT][FONT="]: Francis was born in [/FONT][FONT="]Gdańsk[/FONT][FONT="] – the former [/FONT][FONT="]Danzig[/FONT][FONT="] – in [/FONT][FONT="]Poland[/FONT][FONT="] to parents of German origin. His mother worked as a restaurant waitress and his father a manual labourer working for a shipping company unloading goods coming in from the [/FONT][FONT="]Baltic Sea[/FONT][FONT="] to the busy metropolitan Polish port. The hard labour was brutal and in the evenings his father would come home enduring the hard pain from all those hours by the docks while her mother was hardly paid a pittance. Despite how hard his parents worked, the Liebermanns were still barely able to make ends meet. Little government help and a lack of labour unions fighting to protect the pay of unskilled workers in the city meant that sometimes life was difficult for the small family to handle. Things grew worse when the shipping company went into administration and ultimately came to its demise as Baltic trade began to slow down at that very period of economic slowdown. The tragic thing was, Francis could have had a sister, but her mother, while overcome with grief at having to make such a heartbreaking dilemma, chose instead to abort the baby because they just could not afford to have another member of the family. Realising that they would have little future in [/FONT][FONT="]Gdańsk[/FONT][FONT="], the Liebermanns sought to migrate to the States to pursue the fabled American Dream and start a fresh, new life.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Francis was seven when he reached the States and when he was enrolled into an elementary school, it was perfectly clear that he was immediately going to be disadvantaged compared to his peers in the classroom. It wasn’t long before he was picked on for his poor English and preference to mutter to himself in Polish. He was quickly assigned instead to attend a special class where he would be more rigorously tutored to catch up to his peers who have English as a first language. Francis at this age already adopted his parents’ attitude to hard studying. He remembered the hard life they had back in [/FONT][FONT="]Poland[/FONT][FONT="] and how his parents were poorly educated, lacking the experience to be employed in more skilled forms of labour. He was determined – with this new life in the States which was currently economically stronger than [/FONT][FONT="]Poland[/FONT][FONT="] – to study as hard as he could and become the very person that his parents sadly could not be. It was no good only catching up to the rest of [/FONT][FONT="]America[/FONT][FONT="]’s schoolchildren’s average academic abilities. He had to surpass them. To get far in this world, you had to fight incessantly for it, and this was what he firmly believed in. Others could sit back and slack. Truancy to them may be a regular thing, but not for him. Sure enough, it was not long until he was deemed the most academically gifted in his elementary school, even managing to grace the newspapers when he was ten with a moving poem he wrote detailing his parents’ plight back in Poland.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Sure, he was bullied a bit in elementary school, but he didn’t mind too much. He preferred to remain in the classroom to write poetry and read through textbooks rather than socialise and let off steam in the playgrounds. Teachers often seemed curious about Francis for this very reason but they paid little mind to it, as they were impressed more than anything at how often the boy exceeded the federal education system’s expectations. High school came and the bullying would crank up a notch or two. Francis endured substantial verbal taunts by the lockers and mocked for his seeming friendlessness. Surprisingly, despite the fact that it did hurt him a bit within, Francis was hardly affected. He did tell his parents and his teachers about it, but it never emotionally affected him much. To use the saying “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”, that appeared to apply for this young high school student. To bring in the sticks and stones however, he was on a few occasions physically attacked by older students, and on one appalling occasion, he was knocked to the ground and his glasses smashed right before his eyes even when a teacher was present. Still, it hardly got to him. He took pride in the fact that he was the righteous and responsible one and those around him were just inferior idiots who would get what was coming to them eventually. His inability to shut up about his superiority complex though, easily led to more bullying and ridicule.[/FONT]
[FONT="]His interest in poetry soon waned when he came across the amazement that science was. Perplexing and infinitely fascinating, he was astonished and became completely determined to learn as much about it as he could possibly could. He visited libraries countless times, shifted through Google internet pages thoroughly and attended sophisticated lectures that were clearly designed for people twice his age. He was not quite a full prodigy, but he was aiming for that. He would read up on the functioning of the human body, from the endocrine system to the effects of viral infections, the application of the laws of thermodynamics in Physics to rather advanced astronomy. Despite this single fixation on studying, as his teenage years were going on, he did begin to feel a little depressed at how he was such an exclusionary character. He was often alone with very little constant company in school. Even outside of school, being in his room was his only major sanctuary. [/FONT]
[FONT="]DREAM BIO[/FONT]
[FONT="]Name[/FONT][FONT="]: Leonid Archimedes[/FONT]
[FONT="]Age[/FONT][FONT="]: 29[/FONT]
[FONT="]Gender[/FONT][FONT="]: Male[/FONT]
[FONT="]Appearance[/FONT][FONT="]: Leonid stands at 6’2, a rather comfortable height for a man of his age. Like Francis, his figure is relatively slim and far from buff, but in appearance-wise he already looks a tougher than his real body counterpart. His hair was once a healthy chestnut brown colour, but is now largely grey and white, as if age has prematurely decided to pay a long visit. The hair covers most of his ears and nearly reaches his shoulders, resembling a wild, bushy mane. Two features are characteristic of Leonid. His chin noticeably sticks out and looks flat from the front while his nose is often said to be hilariously long and sharp. A pair of thick, dark glasses is always seen on him, magnifying his hard, staring dark eyes and his bushy dark eyebrows and he is commonly seen trying to straighten his spectacles even if they’re not sliding down his nose. [/FONT]
[FONT="]The most dominant form of attire donned by Leonid is a long dark indigo shawl cape, fastened on the front of his coat below his collars by a short chain. He wears an intricate coat of the same colour with exceptionally high collars. The coat has several levels of ‘layers’ – for example, a thicker layer is seen over his torso area resembling breastplates. The entire coat is intricately designed with gold accents a constant colour theme alongside the indigo blue, with intricate patterns adorned all over and gold-embroiled Greek letters scattered around the coat itself. A dark cross-shaped pendant is worn around his neck. A series of thick bronze leather belts with golden buckles are worn around his waist with three attached pouches and an included sheath for his sword. Some chains are also visible hanging from his belts, though their purposes are unknown. Baggy brown trousers are only just identifiable underneath the dominantly long tailcoats and for footwear, Leonid sports knee-long, leather brown boots with bronze shin guards. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Personality[/FONT][FONT="]: “Great men sculpted the world with their innovative might and genius”, Leonid would often recite to himself, “had society decided to shun such genius and ignore such wondrous minds, progress would have been unheard of, we would have remained stubbornly stationary.” Leonid is similar to Francis in that he dedicates himself to attaining knowledge and intellectual enterprise. Leonid too, prefers to exclude himself from company and unlike Francis, has no real desire to get to know others and to strike up conversations. He is essentially the opposite manifestation of Francis’s fear of sacrificing social abilities and companionship for intellectual stimulation. Leonid cares not what others think of him. He cares not what others do as long as he is not bothered. Getting to know someone is the least of his concerns. His goal to pursue intellectual stimulation is an exaggeration of Francis’s. Francis seeks to work hard and be intellectually mighty enough to seek a future and a career suitable enough for him, whereas Leonid goes further. Like his surname’s namesake, Leonid wishes to be a discoverer and an inventor. To be intellectual isn’t far enough when one can’t put it to good enough use. Leonid believes that such minds should be used to invest in new frontiers of science – to discover and create things that no one else has ever achieved before, and to secure the betterment of the world. He puts much pride in historical figures from Archimedes to Albert Einstein. Like Francis, he has an arrogant superiority complex, but is able to contain it within him rather than blurting it out openly and attracting unwanted antagonism. [/FONT]
[FONT="]First impression[/FONT][FONT="]: Like with Francis, the common first impression of Leonid appears to be directed at his eccentric academic spirit. His tendency of preferring to stay out of social activities and instead exclude himself in private to do his work is always something to pick up on for someone who is meeting the man for the first time. Of course, no one will deny that this is one intelligent man, albeit slightly autistic perhaps and whether clear demonstrations of intellect interests an individual or turns him or her off is up to that person.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Weapon[/FONT][FONT="]: Now this is where it gets slightly wacky. Leonid possesses a curious sword that he has forged himself, except that this sword has a distinct calculus “theme”. Above the hilt of the sword sports a large steel protractor with all the angle markings accurately measured and present. Behind the protractor resembles a setsquare. Below the hilt is a capsule that can open up to act as a navigational compass. The blade itself is composed of fine steel, elegantly forged and deadly against flesh, but it looks like a giant ruler, complete with the numbers. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Magic[/FONT][FONT="]: Fire and ice are the two magical specialties of Leonid and are also connected to an area of scientific relevance and in this case, the state of matter. Fire represents the ‘boiling point’ – the temperature in which a liquid begins to turn into a gas, whereas ice represents the ‘freezing point’ – the temperature in which a liquid becomes a solid. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Abilities[/FONT][FONT="]: He claims he can calculate an opponent’s attack with his sword. How this exactly works is unknown (and frankly, it looks ridiculous), but it involves having to use the ruler blade and the protractor. As a combatant, he isn’t exactly very proficient, so he prefers to avoid combat for his convenience. Intellect is also the great ability of his. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Skills[/FONT][FONT="]: Inventing is one of Leonid’s unique skills. His odd-looking protractor/compass/setsquare/ruler sword is one of his inventions that he claims can give him an added advantage in battles by calculating his opponent’s moves. He has a variety of intricate inventions in his arsenal, ranging from smoke bombs that resemble lager cans to hidden blades on his boots. None of these inventions however, are that extremely deadly as they are liable to malfunction now and again. [/FONT]
[FONT="]REALITY BIO[/FONT]
[FONT="]Name[/FONT][FONT="]: Francis Liebermann[/FONT]
[FONT="]Age[/FONT][FONT="]: 17[/FONT]
[FONT="]Gender[/FONT][FONT="]: Male[/FONT]
[FONT="]Appearance[/FONT][FONT="]: At 5’3, Francis is below-average in height for a person of his age, much to his own chagrin, for he is easily sensitive about his height. With a rather brilliant metabolism, Francis is able to remain very slim (and ‘puny’ according to the very students who enjoy mocking and ridiculing him on a regular basis), also to his dismay as he constantly wanders around the corridors frightened that even the weakest person can break one of his bones like a twig. His hair is relatively medium-length, of a warm chestnut brown colour and typically greasy-looking in appearance, partially covering his (rather large, or ‘Dumbo ears’ as his bullies put it as) ears and sporting a very finely-cut straight fringe on the forehead area. Very noticeable braces are always seen whenever he opens his mouth. Mild, though noticeable acne is scattered across his face, particularly near his nose area and while acne is nothing out of the ordinary for teenage boys of his age, Francis is aghast with horror at the acne, determined to be rid of it by applying as much facial treatment as possible, for better or worse. His eyes are a dull chocolate brown and virtually magnified when hidden behind the thick-lens and thick-rimmed spectacles he is never seen without. Francis is often teased for his thin arms, for the way they seem to hang as if connected to his body by a very loose socket and about to drop off. It’s no wonder that bullies often attempt to pull his arms to test their hypothesis.[/FONT]
[FONT="]His clothes are certainly nothing fashionable whatsoever – even his glasses are deemed to be from the 1970s or 1980s. He wears a smart white collared shirt, all neatly buttoned up – with the collar neatly done up of course – with a neat black tie elegantly done. A red-white-black striped sweater is often seen over his shirt and tie and for whatever reason when he is wearing it; the black tie is hanging out over the sweater. His sleeves are always down and due to the fact that he suffers from a mild eczema skin condition, Francis is always eager to hide his hands, claiming that they look hideous when in fact this is merely exaggeration. His shirt is also neatly tucked in underneath his (rather long) smart black trousers (similar to what you would wear as part of a school uniform, firmly held up by a belt tightly wrapped against his abdomen. A pair of smart black shoes finishes the attire, very well-polished until it gleams enough in the sunlight to kill a pilot.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Personality[/FONT][FONT="]: Francis prides in his hardworking nature. His parents have constantly drilled into his skill the idea that you cannot expect the world to simply look after you and feed you itself, you have to put in the work and effort to secure yourself a favourable future. That is exactly what he thoroughly believes in. His favourite subjects are Biology, Mathematics and Physics and he would often be in the library scouring for book after book in his free lessons to constantly challenge himself academically. Maths has always fascinated him greatly. This very abstract concept, he thought to himself, has created so many possibilities and is so fundamentally crucial that the world simply cannot turn without its application. What is more, science is just as compatibly crucial. Without science, he would believe, humankind is ignorant. Without science we cannot possibly be any wiser than the rest of the animal kingdom, for we would not be able to understand just how the human body functions, our relationship with the world around us and the universe beyond. His one dream would be to cure cancer – he fantasised the Nobel Prize he would earn then - though even then he acknowledges that even that is a far-fetched goal. Every day in the library, he would push himself with rigorously studies and learning, eager to impress his parents and teachers day by day. He would also be an eager player of chess, claiming that it’s the only one recreational activity in the school suitable enough for him to push his mind and thinking skills to the limit. In class, he is often quiet and socially awkward. While his classmates socialise freely and loudly, Francis would sit in the corner, head resting against his arm and going through textbooks after another, eager to put the time to good use and grant himself an advantageous edge over his classmates – who he deems to be ‘intellectually inferior’.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Because of the fact that this hard focus on academic stimulation; he is often snobbish towards his peers. He would often glance over his shoulders to see a chatty class of people who never do as well as him in tests and in whatever subjects there are except for Gym class. There was no reason why he should care about them, he thought to himself. If they wanted to waste this time and opportunity to learn and whatever else they do, it’s their education they’re potentially wasting and perhaps their entire future being wasted. This kind of slippery slope logic lands him on his own perceived idea of a moral high ground. He has a superiority complex in terms of academics as a result. He prides in the consistent A-grades that he would receive and his satisfied grin whenever this happens is enough to make even the most moderate person feel like flooring him with a punch. [/FONT]
[FONT="]This superiority complex however, is also juxtaposed with an inferiority complex elsewhere. While Francis’s superiority complex dictates that he finds his peers to be intellectually inferior and therefore destined for a future with terrible jobs of a manual kind ideally, he is in fact keen to socialise with them and befriend them. In truth, he has few friends. He has decided to put his own goal of rigorous academic stimulation before friendship and as a result has often secluded himself from others granting him very few friends as a result. He realises just how hostile such a community would be if one has very few friends – even people to converse with now and again by the school lockers. He has tried to befriend some individuals, but is always fixated on how awkward socially he is. The inferiority complex is essentially just that – how socially awkward he perceives himself to be. He tried to ask out a girl once and screwed that up, so ever since he feared the same would happen to whoever he tries to chat with so has ultimately accepted that. Nevertheless he has not given up his goal of trying, although he has often landed himself straight into the hands of bullies.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The bullies are often ruthless. Francis is mocked for his slight lisp when he speaks, his skinny appearance, his personality and how useless he is in Gym class. The latter is certainly true; Francis despises Gym class as a result, but believes that physical action equates manual labour, the sum of everything he despises. Despite the relentlessly bullying, Francis harbours no real ill will towards them, no intention of gaining revenge (partially because he has no hopes of doing that perhaps) and his will to befriend people and break out of his socially awkwardness remains intact. Bullies also tend to pick on him for what they perceive to be a slight form of autistic nature in Francis.[/FONT]
[FONT="]First impression[/FONT][FONT="]: Obviously one would easily recognise him as the typical school nerd, with the glasses, the books in his hands and his general characteristic of excluding himself from company. Beyond the physical appearance though, Francis easily comes off as being polite despite whoever he is talking to, speaks rather formally and very enthusiastic about his studies, claiming that his dream is to cure cancer – a rather noble intention. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Skills[/FONT][FONT="]: Lucid dreaming is one of Francis’s skills. His mind is remarkable due to how hard he has pushed it academically and thoroughly in terms of thinking. As a result, he is able to identify when he is dreaming and possibly influence how the dream goes to his advantage, though in terms of the dream world, this becomes of slight irrelevance. One obvious skill though, is his bank of intellectualism. Francis is easily fascinated by anything, eager to study and learn more about it, building up a vast bank of knowledge as a result, for whatever situation demands it. This certainly makes up for any distinct lack of physical capability. [/FONT]
[FONT="]History[/FONT][FONT="]: Francis was born in [/FONT][FONT="]Gdańsk[/FONT][FONT="] – the former [/FONT][FONT="]Danzig[/FONT][FONT="] – in [/FONT][FONT="]Poland[/FONT][FONT="] to parents of German origin. His mother worked as a restaurant waitress and his father a manual labourer working for a shipping company unloading goods coming in from the [/FONT][FONT="]Baltic Sea[/FONT][FONT="] to the busy metropolitan Polish port. The hard labour was brutal and in the evenings his father would come home enduring the hard pain from all those hours by the docks while her mother was hardly paid a pittance. Despite how hard his parents worked, the Liebermanns were still barely able to make ends meet. Little government help and a lack of labour unions fighting to protect the pay of unskilled workers in the city meant that sometimes life was difficult for the small family to handle. Things grew worse when the shipping company went into administration and ultimately came to its demise as Baltic trade began to slow down at that very period of economic slowdown. The tragic thing was, Francis could have had a sister, but her mother, while overcome with grief at having to make such a heartbreaking dilemma, chose instead to abort the baby because they just could not afford to have another member of the family. Realising that they would have little future in [/FONT][FONT="]Gdańsk[/FONT][FONT="], the Liebermanns sought to migrate to the States to pursue the fabled American Dream and start a fresh, new life.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Francis was seven when he reached the States and when he was enrolled into an elementary school, it was perfectly clear that he was immediately going to be disadvantaged compared to his peers in the classroom. It wasn’t long before he was picked on for his poor English and preference to mutter to himself in Polish. He was quickly assigned instead to attend a special class where he would be more rigorously tutored to catch up to his peers who have English as a first language. Francis at this age already adopted his parents’ attitude to hard studying. He remembered the hard life they had back in [/FONT][FONT="]Poland[/FONT][FONT="] and how his parents were poorly educated, lacking the experience to be employed in more skilled forms of labour. He was determined – with this new life in the States which was currently economically stronger than [/FONT][FONT="]Poland[/FONT][FONT="] – to study as hard as he could and become the very person that his parents sadly could not be. It was no good only catching up to the rest of [/FONT][FONT="]America[/FONT][FONT="]’s schoolchildren’s average academic abilities. He had to surpass them. To get far in this world, you had to fight incessantly for it, and this was what he firmly believed in. Others could sit back and slack. Truancy to them may be a regular thing, but not for him. Sure enough, it was not long until he was deemed the most academically gifted in his elementary school, even managing to grace the newspapers when he was ten with a moving poem he wrote detailing his parents’ plight back in Poland.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Sure, he was bullied a bit in elementary school, but he didn’t mind too much. He preferred to remain in the classroom to write poetry and read through textbooks rather than socialise and let off steam in the playgrounds. Teachers often seemed curious about Francis for this very reason but they paid little mind to it, as they were impressed more than anything at how often the boy exceeded the federal education system’s expectations. High school came and the bullying would crank up a notch or two. Francis endured substantial verbal taunts by the lockers and mocked for his seeming friendlessness. Surprisingly, despite the fact that it did hurt him a bit within, Francis was hardly affected. He did tell his parents and his teachers about it, but it never emotionally affected him much. To use the saying “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”, that appeared to apply for this young high school student. To bring in the sticks and stones however, he was on a few occasions physically attacked by older students, and on one appalling occasion, he was knocked to the ground and his glasses smashed right before his eyes even when a teacher was present. Still, it hardly got to him. He took pride in the fact that he was the righteous and responsible one and those around him were just inferior idiots who would get what was coming to them eventually. His inability to shut up about his superiority complex though, easily led to more bullying and ridicule.[/FONT]
[FONT="]His interest in poetry soon waned when he came across the amazement that science was. Perplexing and infinitely fascinating, he was astonished and became completely determined to learn as much about it as he could possibly could. He visited libraries countless times, shifted through Google internet pages thoroughly and attended sophisticated lectures that were clearly designed for people twice his age. He was not quite a full prodigy, but he was aiming for that. He would read up on the functioning of the human body, from the endocrine system to the effects of viral infections, the application of the laws of thermodynamics in Physics to rather advanced astronomy. Despite this single fixation on studying, as his teenage years were going on, he did begin to feel a little depressed at how he was such an exclusionary character. He was often alone with very little constant company in school. Even outside of school, being in his room was his only major sanctuary. [/FONT]
[FONT="]DREAM BIO[/FONT]
[FONT="]Name[/FONT][FONT="]: Leonid Archimedes[/FONT]
[FONT="]Age[/FONT][FONT="]: 29[/FONT]
[FONT="]Gender[/FONT][FONT="]: Male[/FONT]
[FONT="]Appearance[/FONT][FONT="]: Leonid stands at 6’2, a rather comfortable height for a man of his age. Like Francis, his figure is relatively slim and far from buff, but in appearance-wise he already looks a tougher than his real body counterpart. His hair was once a healthy chestnut brown colour, but is now largely grey and white, as if age has prematurely decided to pay a long visit. The hair covers most of his ears and nearly reaches his shoulders, resembling a wild, bushy mane. Two features are characteristic of Leonid. His chin noticeably sticks out and looks flat from the front while his nose is often said to be hilariously long and sharp. A pair of thick, dark glasses is always seen on him, magnifying his hard, staring dark eyes and his bushy dark eyebrows and he is commonly seen trying to straighten his spectacles even if they’re not sliding down his nose. [/FONT]
[FONT="]The most dominant form of attire donned by Leonid is a long dark indigo shawl cape, fastened on the front of his coat below his collars by a short chain. He wears an intricate coat of the same colour with exceptionally high collars. The coat has several levels of ‘layers’ – for example, a thicker layer is seen over his torso area resembling breastplates. The entire coat is intricately designed with gold accents a constant colour theme alongside the indigo blue, with intricate patterns adorned all over and gold-embroiled Greek letters scattered around the coat itself. A dark cross-shaped pendant is worn around his neck. A series of thick bronze leather belts with golden buckles are worn around his waist with three attached pouches and an included sheath for his sword. Some chains are also visible hanging from his belts, though their purposes are unknown. Baggy brown trousers are only just identifiable underneath the dominantly long tailcoats and for footwear, Leonid sports knee-long, leather brown boots with bronze shin guards. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Personality[/FONT][FONT="]: “Great men sculpted the world with their innovative might and genius”, Leonid would often recite to himself, “had society decided to shun such genius and ignore such wondrous minds, progress would have been unheard of, we would have remained stubbornly stationary.” Leonid is similar to Francis in that he dedicates himself to attaining knowledge and intellectual enterprise. Leonid too, prefers to exclude himself from company and unlike Francis, has no real desire to get to know others and to strike up conversations. He is essentially the opposite manifestation of Francis’s fear of sacrificing social abilities and companionship for intellectual stimulation. Leonid cares not what others think of him. He cares not what others do as long as he is not bothered. Getting to know someone is the least of his concerns. His goal to pursue intellectual stimulation is an exaggeration of Francis’s. Francis seeks to work hard and be intellectually mighty enough to seek a future and a career suitable enough for him, whereas Leonid goes further. Like his surname’s namesake, Leonid wishes to be a discoverer and an inventor. To be intellectual isn’t far enough when one can’t put it to good enough use. Leonid believes that such minds should be used to invest in new frontiers of science – to discover and create things that no one else has ever achieved before, and to secure the betterment of the world. He puts much pride in historical figures from Archimedes to Albert Einstein. Like Francis, he has an arrogant superiority complex, but is able to contain it within him rather than blurting it out openly and attracting unwanted antagonism. [/FONT]
[FONT="]First impression[/FONT][FONT="]: Like with Francis, the common first impression of Leonid appears to be directed at his eccentric academic spirit. His tendency of preferring to stay out of social activities and instead exclude himself in private to do his work is always something to pick up on for someone who is meeting the man for the first time. Of course, no one will deny that this is one intelligent man, albeit slightly autistic perhaps and whether clear demonstrations of intellect interests an individual or turns him or her off is up to that person.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Weapon[/FONT][FONT="]: Now this is where it gets slightly wacky. Leonid possesses a curious sword that he has forged himself, except that this sword has a distinct calculus “theme”. Above the hilt of the sword sports a large steel protractor with all the angle markings accurately measured and present. Behind the protractor resembles a setsquare. Below the hilt is a capsule that can open up to act as a navigational compass. The blade itself is composed of fine steel, elegantly forged and deadly against flesh, but it looks like a giant ruler, complete with the numbers. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Magic[/FONT][FONT="]: Fire and ice are the two magical specialties of Leonid and are also connected to an area of scientific relevance and in this case, the state of matter. Fire represents the ‘boiling point’ – the temperature in which a liquid begins to turn into a gas, whereas ice represents the ‘freezing point’ – the temperature in which a liquid becomes a solid. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Abilities[/FONT][FONT="]: He claims he can calculate an opponent’s attack with his sword. How this exactly works is unknown (and frankly, it looks ridiculous), but it involves having to use the ruler blade and the protractor. As a combatant, he isn’t exactly very proficient, so he prefers to avoid combat for his convenience. Intellect is also the great ability of his. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Skills[/FONT][FONT="]: Inventing is one of Leonid’s unique skills. His odd-looking protractor/compass/setsquare/ruler sword is one of his inventions that he claims can give him an added advantage in battles by calculating his opponent’s moves. He has a variety of intricate inventions in his arsenal, ranging from smoke bombs that resemble lager cans to hidden blades on his boots. None of these inventions however, are that extremely deadly as they are liable to malfunction now and again. [/FONT]
Both Fleur and Ness's Bio's are accepted 
Nice work guys, I think they both sound really interesting! I'll add them to the front page when I get done with lunch
Right, once I get the last bio I'll start working on the first post. My PC at home died on me last night so I might not get the RP thread up til the weekend when hopefully it's fixed.
Thanks for being patient and thanks for all showing interest <33
Nice work guys, I think they both sound really interesting! I'll add them to the front page when I get done with lunch Right, once I get the last bio I'll start working on the first post. My PC at home died on me last night so I might not get the RP thread up til the weekend when hopefully it's fixed.
Thanks for being patient and thanks for all showing interest <33
[FONT="]Reality Bio:[/FONT][FONT="]
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[FONT="]Name[/FONT] [FONT="]: [/FONT][FONT="]Arik Teigen[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Age: 17[/FONT]
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Gender: Male[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Appearance: (What do they look like?)[/FONT]
[FONT="]
[/FONT]
[FONT="]Arik stands at 5’11” with a slender figure that might even have him mistaken for a girl. It doesn’t help that he keeps his dark blue hair long to cover up the back of his neck and his cheekbones. Given his condition and the requirements that a school had to make accommodations for a student like him, his clothing hardly ever matches the dress code, something that pisses off Weisberg to no end. They’re lucky to see him in a button-up shirt.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Typically he goes around in a black T-shirt, dark blue skinny jeans and black Converses. Adorning it all since the start of his new life are sleeves, hooded jackets, gloves and wristbands. Having always been forced to cover up his skin, he’s gone a little bit overboard with accessories now that he can actually show them off. His ears are even pierced now.[/FONT]
[FONT="]He is never seen without his headphones though they are not always plugged in, something which has baffled his teachers to the point they’ve stopped caring, meaning he can listen all he wants. Outside and inside though, he has to wear sunglasses as his eyes are still sensitive to light.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
[/FONT][FONT="]Personality:[/FONT][FONT="] Arik has a bit of a superiority complex stemming from the higher degree of his education. It doesn’t often show in any way other than his silence in public. He feels that his peers are too far below him to actually have a decent conversation about anything of true relevance and so to keep from confusing/embarrassing them, he simply doesn’t talk.[/FONT]
[FONT="]He’s not the most talkative person in a group, mostly because he prefers to know a person before he starts to interact with them. His lack of social interaction for the majority of his life does not help this much either. He has always preferred the anonymity of the Internet because he feels he can be more open. One-on-one though, he is more than willing to talk at length about things, especially philosophy and theoretical situations. And if you can catch him in a show-offy mood, he might actually sing for you.[/FONT]
[FONT="]He also has a rather decisive way of ignoring you; if he’s stopped caring about whatever you’re going on about, he’ll just turn his music on and drown you out. Given his headphones are always on, people can often go for minutes before realizing he’s not listening. His music is actually something he cares for deeply. Though he doesn’t have the skill to play anything, Arik does have a superb sense of rhythm, often seen in his fingers tapping out the beat to whatever song he’s listening to.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Though he tries to keep out of trouble, sometimes it finds him. Because of this, he’s started looking through whatever room he’s in for exits, and improvised weapons.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
First Impression: If they know of his condition, they often feel sorry for him. Otherwise, they think he’s just some smug smart-ass kid who wants to push the limits.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Skills:[/FONT]
[FONT="]Needle work: Having had to do his own injections, Arik knows what needs to be done to do it safely and efficiently.[/FONT]
[FONT="]First Aid (Specialty: Burns): A requirement for his condition.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Swordplay: One of his friends whom he met on the internet, Lisa, is a sword aficionado, collecting all sorts of swords from anime and movies. She not only collects them, but she also practices with them. Seeing as she also lives in New York, she comes to Arik’s places and teaches him as well as goes to school with him. She is a senior as well and is also the only person outside of Arik’s family to have seen him in his detox state.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
History: Arik did not grow up in any way that could even be considered normal. Afflicted with Xeroderma Pigmentosum, Arik’s skin cannot be out in the sunlight or he can easily burn, blister, or a myriad of other things. Unable to go to school like this, his mother quit her job as a professor at the university to home-school him. Still her knowledge was insufficient to cover everything and her colleagues offered to work with Arik in their time off as well. He was exposed to things well beyond his age, skipping over the ‘pat the bunny’ books and going straight to 3rd and 4th grade textbooks. He started out at being 3 years ahead of normal children but the gap widened to 7 years before he was 14; everyone else was starting to grasp algebra and he was playing around with calculus like a toy.[/FONT]
[FONT="]He never had any real friends; most of the kids his age thought of him as the weird kid who wasn’t allowed to play outside. If it hadn’t been for his computer, he might have grown up without any peer interaction. With the help of his webcam, he actually made a number of friends online, some of those nearby coming to see him every once in a while.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Still, he couldn’t ever go outside for very long; even a simple run to take the trash out left him with a sunburn. He could be considered one of the lucky ones though, having parents that could make accommodations for him. Even luckier when he was selected to be a test subject in a drug trial to manage his XP when he was 15. Though it couldn’t be cured, it could be manageable to the point where he could have a mostly normal life.
[/FONT]
[FONT="]His body rejected the injections violently at first. Later, Arik would describe the feeling as having each organ ripped from him and shoved in a different spot only to have it done again. It got to the point where they had to induce a coma. Again, he was lucky and his body began to accept the drug. When he was finally allowed out of the hospital under the cover of the night sky, he was given 6 months before he could even think of going outside. They were both the best and worst months of his life.[/FONT]
[FONT="]When they were finally over, he couldn’t sleep. He waited all night for the first rays of light to come through his open window. Nothing happened to him. The light didn’t burn his skin, though his eyes were still very sensitive; nothing could be done about that. He was able to go outside, drive, whatever; he had a normal life. Mostly. There was a nasty side-effect for those who the drug worked on.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The drug didn’t stop the ultraviolet decay of the cells, it simply converted the damage into a toxin to allow the cells to recover and replenish. But that toxin built up, and it had to go somewhere. Once a week, Arik has to purge those toxins in what is a most disturbing way. Some afflictions can make you sweat blood and that what happened to the toxins. They come out in Arik’s sweat, a nasty red-black colour every Wednesday. As such, he always has to miss school that day and spend it instead in a sauna but it’s not that much of a disability considering what he had dealt with before. It only happens on that day and it lasts a good 6 hours.[/FONT]
[FONT="]He’s currently spending his senior year in high school and most of the teachers are sympathetic to his condition except Robert Weisberg, the U.S History teacher who seems to have an extreme dislike of Arik though this is not uncommon. Rumour has it that Weisberg is on his final strike before being fired for similar behavior towards students with any sort of disability (he’s really got three before he’s forced to take a 2 month unpaid leave for re-education training).[/FONT]
[FONT="]
[/FONT][FONT="]Dream Bio:[/FONT] [FONT="]
[/FONT][FONT="]
Name: Alistere Novas, the Sunshroud Mage[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Age: 24[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Gender: Male[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Appearance: Alistere retains Arik's physical appearance except for a few key differences. His eyes are now heterochromatic, one a polar white, the other obsidian black. There are also a pair of wings that sprout from his back. One is skeletal and dragon-like, shrouded in a glimmering black aura. The other is a phoenix’s wing. They allow him to fly and repair themselves based on his spellcasts should they take damage.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Alistere’s clothing would make him appear to be an assassin at first glance were it not for the cloak and pauldrons. He wears a simple belted crimson tunic, white cloth pants, crimson leather gloves and brown leather boots. His cloak is also crimson and is actually sewn to the underside of the pauldrons so that while his hands are inside of them, his body is almost completely concealed. The pauldrons themselves are triangular in shape with two layers to them. Also crimson, they are topped with a pair of orbs that shine black.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Personality: Alistere is almost exactly like Arik except he doesn’t keep his thoughts in like Arik would. Accustomed to being alone when he dreams, he uses this freedom to speak his theories to see if they sound right. Without the music though, Alistere often finds himself mouthing words to songs when there is naught much better to do.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
First Impression: From afar, Alistere is nothing special and might even be looked over. Up close though he is an anomaly, going against traditional views of good and evil by embodying both light and dark.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Weapon: [/FONT]
[FONT="]Light bolts- Variable projectile weapons made of light. Bows, guns, wrist launchers, etc.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Shadowblades- Variable bladed weaponry. Swords, axes, scythes, etc. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Magic:[/FONT]
[FONT="][/FONT][FONT="]Arc Blades- Crescents of light fly towards a target along arcs.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Lucent Anomaly- A portal opens in front of Alistere and absorbs an attack. It can then be walked through to teleport about 10ft away from which an attack is made.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Shade Bolt – Fires a bolt of void energy at a target.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Penumbral Vortex- Creates a vortex of dark energy around Alistere, deflecting magic and slowing weapons. Lasts 6 seconds unless fired. When fired it follows a straight line for 10 more seconds.[/FONT]
[FONT="][/FONT]
[FONT="]
Abilities:[/FONT]
[FONT="] Swordplay- It transfers over from reality but at a much better capacity.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Spellcharge- Empowers the first spell of light and dark based on how much time he has spent in either. This only happens at the start of a dream.
[/FONT][FONT="]Luminakinesis- Manipulation and control of light.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Umbrakinesis- Manipulation and control of darkness and shadows.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Skills: [/FONT]
[FONT="]Same as Arik plus:[/FONT]
[FONT="]Skillsign-If he wills it, Alistere can write on any surface in light and dark so it shows wherever it is written. More often than not it is basically just used to keep his notes somewhere handy.[/FONT]
[/FONT]
[FONT="]Name[/FONT] [FONT="]: [/FONT][FONT="]Arik Teigen[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Age: 17[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Gender: Male[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Appearance: (What do they look like?)[/FONT]
[FONT="]
[FONT="]Arik stands at 5’11” with a slender figure that might even have him mistaken for a girl. It doesn’t help that he keeps his dark blue hair long to cover up the back of his neck and his cheekbones. Given his condition and the requirements that a school had to make accommodations for a student like him, his clothing hardly ever matches the dress code, something that pisses off Weisberg to no end. They’re lucky to see him in a button-up shirt.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Typically he goes around in a black T-shirt, dark blue skinny jeans and black Converses. Adorning it all since the start of his new life are sleeves, hooded jackets, gloves and wristbands. Having always been forced to cover up his skin, he’s gone a little bit overboard with accessories now that he can actually show them off. His ears are even pierced now.[/FONT]
[FONT="]He is never seen without his headphones though they are not always plugged in, something which has baffled his teachers to the point they’ve stopped caring, meaning he can listen all he wants. Outside and inside though, he has to wear sunglasses as his eyes are still sensitive to light.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
[/FONT][FONT="]Personality:[/FONT][FONT="] Arik has a bit of a superiority complex stemming from the higher degree of his education. It doesn’t often show in any way other than his silence in public. He feels that his peers are too far below him to actually have a decent conversation about anything of true relevance and so to keep from confusing/embarrassing them, he simply doesn’t talk.[/FONT]
[FONT="]He’s not the most talkative person in a group, mostly because he prefers to know a person before he starts to interact with them. His lack of social interaction for the majority of his life does not help this much either. He has always preferred the anonymity of the Internet because he feels he can be more open. One-on-one though, he is more than willing to talk at length about things, especially philosophy and theoretical situations. And if you can catch him in a show-offy mood, he might actually sing for you.[/FONT]
[FONT="]He also has a rather decisive way of ignoring you; if he’s stopped caring about whatever you’re going on about, he’ll just turn his music on and drown you out. Given his headphones are always on, people can often go for minutes before realizing he’s not listening. His music is actually something he cares for deeply. Though he doesn’t have the skill to play anything, Arik does have a superb sense of rhythm, often seen in his fingers tapping out the beat to whatever song he’s listening to.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Though he tries to keep out of trouble, sometimes it finds him. Because of this, he’s started looking through whatever room he’s in for exits, and improvised weapons.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
First Impression: If they know of his condition, they often feel sorry for him. Otherwise, they think he’s just some smug smart-ass kid who wants to push the limits.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Skills:[/FONT]
[FONT="]Needle work: Having had to do his own injections, Arik knows what needs to be done to do it safely and efficiently.[/FONT]
[FONT="]First Aid (Specialty: Burns): A requirement for his condition.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Swordplay: One of his friends whom he met on the internet, Lisa, is a sword aficionado, collecting all sorts of swords from anime and movies. She not only collects them, but she also practices with them. Seeing as she also lives in New York, she comes to Arik’s places and teaches him as well as goes to school with him. She is a senior as well and is also the only person outside of Arik’s family to have seen him in his detox state.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
History: Arik did not grow up in any way that could even be considered normal. Afflicted with Xeroderma Pigmentosum, Arik’s skin cannot be out in the sunlight or he can easily burn, blister, or a myriad of other things. Unable to go to school like this, his mother quit her job as a professor at the university to home-school him. Still her knowledge was insufficient to cover everything and her colleagues offered to work with Arik in their time off as well. He was exposed to things well beyond his age, skipping over the ‘pat the bunny’ books and going straight to 3rd and 4th grade textbooks. He started out at being 3 years ahead of normal children but the gap widened to 7 years before he was 14; everyone else was starting to grasp algebra and he was playing around with calculus like a toy.[/FONT]
[FONT="]He never had any real friends; most of the kids his age thought of him as the weird kid who wasn’t allowed to play outside. If it hadn’t been for his computer, he might have grown up without any peer interaction. With the help of his webcam, he actually made a number of friends online, some of those nearby coming to see him every once in a while.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Still, he couldn’t ever go outside for very long; even a simple run to take the trash out left him with a sunburn. He could be considered one of the lucky ones though, having parents that could make accommodations for him. Even luckier when he was selected to be a test subject in a drug trial to manage his XP when he was 15. Though it couldn’t be cured, it could be manageable to the point where he could have a mostly normal life.
[/FONT]
[FONT="]His body rejected the injections violently at first. Later, Arik would describe the feeling as having each organ ripped from him and shoved in a different spot only to have it done again. It got to the point where they had to induce a coma. Again, he was lucky and his body began to accept the drug. When he was finally allowed out of the hospital under the cover of the night sky, he was given 6 months before he could even think of going outside. They were both the best and worst months of his life.[/FONT]
[FONT="]When they were finally over, he couldn’t sleep. He waited all night for the first rays of light to come through his open window. Nothing happened to him. The light didn’t burn his skin, though his eyes were still very sensitive; nothing could be done about that. He was able to go outside, drive, whatever; he had a normal life. Mostly. There was a nasty side-effect for those who the drug worked on.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The drug didn’t stop the ultraviolet decay of the cells, it simply converted the damage into a toxin to allow the cells to recover and replenish. But that toxin built up, and it had to go somewhere. Once a week, Arik has to purge those toxins in what is a most disturbing way. Some afflictions can make you sweat blood and that what happened to the toxins. They come out in Arik’s sweat, a nasty red-black colour every Wednesday. As such, he always has to miss school that day and spend it instead in a sauna but it’s not that much of a disability considering what he had dealt with before. It only happens on that day and it lasts a good 6 hours.[/FONT]
[FONT="]He’s currently spending his senior year in high school and most of the teachers are sympathetic to his condition except Robert Weisberg, the U.S History teacher who seems to have an extreme dislike of Arik though this is not uncommon. Rumour has it that Weisberg is on his final strike before being fired for similar behavior towards students with any sort of disability (he’s really got three before he’s forced to take a 2 month unpaid leave for re-education training).[/FONT]
[FONT="]
[/FONT][FONT="]Dream Bio:[/FONT] [FONT="]
[/FONT][FONT="]
Name: Alistere Novas, the Sunshroud Mage[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Age: 24[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Gender: Male[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Appearance: Alistere retains Arik's physical appearance except for a few key differences. His eyes are now heterochromatic, one a polar white, the other obsidian black. There are also a pair of wings that sprout from his back. One is skeletal and dragon-like, shrouded in a glimmering black aura. The other is a phoenix’s wing. They allow him to fly and repair themselves based on his spellcasts should they take damage.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Alistere’s clothing would make him appear to be an assassin at first glance were it not for the cloak and pauldrons. He wears a simple belted crimson tunic, white cloth pants, crimson leather gloves and brown leather boots. His cloak is also crimson and is actually sewn to the underside of the pauldrons so that while his hands are inside of them, his body is almost completely concealed. The pauldrons themselves are triangular in shape with two layers to them. Also crimson, they are topped with a pair of orbs that shine black.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Personality: Alistere is almost exactly like Arik except he doesn’t keep his thoughts in like Arik would. Accustomed to being alone when he dreams, he uses this freedom to speak his theories to see if they sound right. Without the music though, Alistere often finds himself mouthing words to songs when there is naught much better to do.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
First Impression: From afar, Alistere is nothing special and might even be looked over. Up close though he is an anomaly, going against traditional views of good and evil by embodying both light and dark.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Weapon: [/FONT]
[FONT="]Light bolts- Variable projectile weapons made of light. Bows, guns, wrist launchers, etc.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Shadowblades- Variable bladed weaponry. Swords, axes, scythes, etc. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Magic:[/FONT]
[FONT="][/FONT][FONT="]Arc Blades- Crescents of light fly towards a target along arcs.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Lucent Anomaly- A portal opens in front of Alistere and absorbs an attack. It can then be walked through to teleport about 10ft away from which an attack is made.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Shade Bolt – Fires a bolt of void energy at a target.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Penumbral Vortex- Creates a vortex of dark energy around Alistere, deflecting magic and slowing weapons. Lasts 6 seconds unless fired. When fired it follows a straight line for 10 more seconds.[/FONT]
[FONT="][/FONT]
[FONT="]
Abilities:[/FONT]
[FONT="] Swordplay- It transfers over from reality but at a much better capacity.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Spellcharge- Empowers the first spell of light and dark based on how much time he has spent in either. This only happens at the start of a dream.
[/FONT][FONT="]Luminakinesis- Manipulation and control of light.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Umbrakinesis- Manipulation and control of darkness and shadows.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
Skills: [/FONT]
[FONT="]Same as Arik plus:[/FONT]
[FONT="]Skillsign-If he wills it, Alistere can write on any surface in light and dark so it shows wherever it is written. More often than not it is basically just used to keep his notes somewhere handy.[/FONT]
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@Gavin
the skillsign sounds more like an ability to me could you move it up there? Also some of your attacks seem a little strong. Perhaps you can pick 4 of them to start with, then later as the story progresses he can learn the rest? if that's cool with you let me know when you've edited those small things and I'll accept you
the skillsign sounds more like an ability to me could you move it up there? Also some of your attacks seem a little strong. Perhaps you can pick 4 of them to start with, then later as the story progresses he can learn the rest? if that's cool with you let me know when you've edited those small things and I'll accept you
urr... its probably not my place to say, but isnt Arik's Dream realm guy a bit overpowered with taht wide range of strong spells?
Yeah, that's why I'm asking him to pick four of the weaker ones. He can have two light spells and two dark spells.
We'll all probably grow in the RP and I'll let everyone know when I am ok with our characters learning some stronger spells/abilities and then you'd have to run it by me first.
So until then he wont be able to use the powerful ones he's listed because it's unfair.
Also Gavin, now that I am on the computer and can type better, can you write down some weaknesses for your dream character?
We'll all probably grow in the RP and I'll let everyone know when I am ok with our characters learning some stronger spells/abilities and then you'd have to run it by me first.
So until then he wont be able to use the powerful ones he's listed because it's unfair.
Also Gavin, now that I am on the computer and can type better, can you write down some weaknesses for your dream character?