Fantasy Card World (Character Sheets)

[ShenYu]

Requirement for character(s):

• Have to be human
• A maximum of three characters per person
• Is someone who died in the real world and has a strong wish to come back to live (maybe they have an unfinished business, or maybe they just don't want to die.)
• USE ANIME OR ILLUSTRATION FACE CLAIM ONLY!

Character Sheet:
[You can choose to copy-paste the format below OR use a code of your own but the content should have everything listed in below's format]

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[b]Full Name[/b]:
[B]Nickname/Alias[/B]:
[B]Age[/B]:
[B]Gender[/B]:
[b]Job(s)[/b]:
[b]Cause of Death[/b]:

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[b]Hair color[/b]:
[b]Eye color[/b]:
[b]Body type[/b]:
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[B]Appearance description[/B]: (Describe things that haven't been mentioned above or in the picture; e.g, tattoo, scars, piercing, etc. You can also leave it blank if you want.)

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[b]Dislike(s)[/b]:
[b]Fear(s)[/b]:

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[dance of the corvids]

Spoiler: Paradise

[B A S I C]
Full Name: Paradise Matthew Axo
Nickname/Alias: Axolotl,Para,Pear, Matty
Age: 16
Gender: transgender, transitioning to male
job(s): the military

Cause of Death: Freezing + Blood loss ( Froze to death after being left for dead because she stepped on a mine. it was already too late. )

Spoiler: Paradise freezing (TW; Blood +Death)

[A P P E A R A N C E]
Hair color: long,messy, and fluffy black and blue ombre hair sometimes all blue if he feels like dying it back to blue/teal
Eye color: moss green/yellow
Body type: Athletic type, but more of an hourglass
Height: 4´9
Appearance description:
he is a pretty cute looking pale trans female with black and blue ombre hair with cigarette earings, as well as matching moss green/yellow eyes. he wears a black crop-top with ´ダーリンパラダイス´ in white written on it, as well as a slightly lighter shade of grey corset that seems to be super tight. he has dark blue shorts. he also wears a pair of dark cerulean roller skates with sea-like accessories.


Paradise is an extremely sweet teenager. even though he died young--and short lmao--- doesn't mean he isn't a force to be reckoned with. he has been training for the army, and hard at that. he has a few scars on her face, arms, and legs from battle training but they're pretty minor. he's a pretty funny guy, especially when he's in a good mood, then he´ll be the goofy, kind, and soft-hearted person. If or when you get on his bad side, he´ll be cold, distant, and extremely rude. Even if he seems like a snarky @sshole, he isn't all bark. he can, and will bite if you get on his bad side. like maybe a stab, perhaps you get a bullet in your arm, or maybe a grenade in your pants. if you manage to make it up to him and not get your head blown off, he might be the sweet-ish person you want him to be. other than when you get on his nerves, he will throw out a heck of a country-like insult.

Like(s): Sweets, Training, Feeling strong, Praise, Friends, the beach, mist, axolotls, gaming

Dislike(s): Fire, bitter things(Except coffee), Obnoxious, loud, and gloating people, Narcissists(they just really get on his nerves), enemy soldiers, loud noises
Fear(s): Being forgotten, Replaced, or abandoned

[H I S T O R Y]
Paradise grew up in an extremely abusive household. He was constantly locked in his room for every small mistake that he's ever made. This way of living really caused him to hate his family and hate the world around him. He didn't get why everybody else got a happy life except him. He constantly tried to ignore his past. Paradise just wanted to move forward, past what his parents did to him. So, every night, he would run away, though he would get caught. Poor Paradise really couldn't take it anymore. He never achieved an escape until one night, he was sick and tired of trying to please them every day, so he shot them dead. did he feel regret? no. he was used to training on a battlefield and didn't knock back when he shot anymore. so until then, he moved into the Military´s dorms and stayed there, where his life was definitely better than his home one

 

[ParadoxiiNight]

• Basics
• Appearance
• Personality
• History

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  Full Name
  Cordelia Irinca
  
  Nickname/Alias
  None
  
  Age
  32
  
  Gender
  Female
  
  Job(s)
  Psychiatrist
  
  Cause of Death
  Accidental poisoning in a restaurant
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  Height: 5'5"
  Other: Sometimes wears gold rimmed, oval glasses.
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  Cordelia is a serious and quiet individual with a preference for honesty and reason. However, in spite of her attempts at order, she is a naturally chaotic person and will often abandon plans if she thinks there is a better alternate in the moment.
  
  Likes
  With a great fondness for cute and soft things, her weakness is invariably anything that makes her melt on the spot. She likes to listen to people whose intellect is on par with her own talk, only speaking herself when she sees a need for it.
  
  Dislikes
  She strongly dislikes people who act without reason or sense, and despises anyone who seems like a moron. Though she does not show her negative opinions about people openly, she will avoid them or keep them at a polite distance.
  
  Fear
  She has actual agoraphobia and feels that places outside her home are unsafe, though if she is accompanied by someone she knows she is usually not scared at all. She especially dislikes big or exposed spaces, such the window booth of a cafe or the middle of a big room.
• 
  Cordelia was always a quiet girl who kept to herself, even as a child. She played by herself, attended school by herself and later on worked and studied by herself. Despite this, she has many friends, as her kindness of manner (unless directly confronted with idiots) draws people to her. By her last year of schooling she knew that she wanted to be a psychiatrist, and spent twelve further years studying. Ambitious, talented and intelligent, she established a lucrative private practice shortly after gaining her qualifications, ran many ground-breaking studies and lectured at various prestigious universities. Unfortunately, untimely death via accidental poisoning stole away her shining career and the respect she gained as a 'genius'. She isn't a material or vain person by any means, but she treasures the recognition and respect of others for her hard work and talent. She wants people to see her as her own person, a sad effect of being constantly compared to her parents as a young child.

 

[Klown]

M I C A H B R A Y E R


" cause for concern "
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• B A S I C
• A P P E A R A N C E
• P E R S O N A L I T Y
• ✦
• H I S T O R Y

• f u l l n a m e . . . micah brayer
  n i c k n a m e . . . n/a
  a g e . . . nineteen years old
  g e n d e r . . . cisgender male; he/him
  j o b ( s ) . . . unemployed, student
  c a u s e o f d e a t h . . . severe asthma attack
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  h a i r . . . obsidian black hair, shiny and just as smooth as it looks.
  e y e s . . . sterling silver, much like the cut of a knife. dark lashes.
  b o d y . . . slender build and delicately toned, six foot and one inch.
  s k i n . . . unblemished pale skin, easily bruised and burned.
  o t h e r . . . has only one ear pierced, mostly seen wearing black.
• a fussy introvert with the social ineptitude of a cactus. has had more full fledged conversations with himself than those around him. prone to overthinking and can be caught mumbling to himself when deep in thought. doesn't like admitting he's wrong, and especially hates hearing 'i told you so'. analytical, doesn't let emotions blur the lines of what's needed. hardly gives his emotions any thought at all. an ostensible heartless mannequin rather than a warm blooded individual. however, when micah cares for something, it will be treasured for as long as it's in his possession. surprisingly gentle despite his biting words and snide tongue, each word he says blunt and freezing. hates revealing any signs of vulnerability out of fear that it will be used against him, thus he makes a pointed effort to always appear collected. doesn't want to be seen as weaker than his pears and overcompensates through being a smart-ass. fluent in sarcasm and all it's nuances, but is usually all bark and no bite.
• l i k e ( s ) . . . fiction novels, sleeping, board games, the smell of coffee grinds, hearing about people's passions
  
  d i s l i k e ( s ) . . . needless violence, strenuous physical activity, the sound of his own breathing, spicy foods
  
  f e a r ( s ) . . . anything with long spindly legs, the ocean, perishing, being the center of attention
• micah was born into a loving, wealthy family. everything he could ever want was just within the reach of his fingertips, except for a healthy body. born premature, his lungs didn't exactly develop to their ripest form. not only was micah immunocompromised, but he had asthma attacks that would often send him to the hospital. that being said, he lived a rather isolated and pampered life away from everything a normal kid would do. he could never run around or shout or cry, as it might trigger an attack. his fragility had him develop a sort of complex, and he became obsessed with trying to be useful through other means. he became quite talented in the arts, as well as exceeding in all his homeschool sessions. one night after arguing with his parents about wishing to leave home to study abroad, micah returned to his room after an unsuccessful discussion. as he began to spiral, he became plague with thoughts about his life and how he hated the weak body he was given. it spurred a panic attack, which triggered his asthma, and from there everything went dark.

 

[ShenYu]

Ayre Nox

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[B A S I C]
Full Name: Ayre Nox
Nickname/Alias: Ayre
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Job(s): Leader of a police unit, Police Officer
Cause of Death: Shot in the head while trying to catch criminals and save his little brother

[A P P E A R A N C E]
Hair color: Jet-black
Eye color: Gray, almost silver
Body type: Athletic, muscular, but still manage to look lean and somewhat slender.
Height: 6'2
Appearance description: He has many scars. The most visible one was on his forehead while the rest were hidden under his cops' uniforms. Due to his impassive face and chilling gaze, he sometimes gave off a feeling of a bad guy rather than someone who catches one as a job.

[P E R S O N A L I T Y]
Ayre is a cold and overly serious man, to say the least. He's the type who would take jokes seriously if the one who said it didn't state it clearly. No sense of humor at all. Despite looking like a mafia, he's someone who had an enormous sense of justice. He took his job very seriously, working hard every day to make the world a better place to live in for the people inside it. That was the reason why, even with his strict, stern, and almost inflexible personality, people around him has a great amount of respect for him.
Like(s): Coffee, homemade dishes, black, guns, work
Dislike(s): Noisy, disturbance, bad guys, chaos
Fear(s): Losing his little brother

[H I S T O R Y]
Ayre grew up in a not-so-happy environment. His father was a gambler who frequently used violence at home. His mother had long abandoned him and his younger brother to be in the 'care' of his father. As if the whole chaos they went through in their childhood wasn't enough, his father frequently had dealings with criminals. Finding debt collectors or thugs from some kind of underworld organization knocking on the door was not even surprising for Ayre. It happened all the time. Well, not like he was proud of it or anything. In fact, Ayre loathed his father and these criminals. Every time they come, all that awaits him and his little brother who was still a toddler at that time was a round of beating. In this kind of dreary childhood, the only companion he had was his little brother, the little brother who would look at him with pure and dependent eyes, hiding behind his back yet not willing to run away and leave him behind even when he had the chance to. Watching that kind of little brother get rained on with fists and kicks evoked an enormous amount of hatred and anger inside him. Even after his father was finally caught by the police and he and his little brother were finally free from all the torments, this hatred lives on and becomes fuel for Ayre to work as a police officer.

 

[ShenYu]

Alwin Nox

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[B A S I C]
Full Name: Alwin Nox
Nickname/Alias: Al, Alwin
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Job(s): Surgeon, Forensic Pathologist
Cause of Death: Caught as a hostage and killed

[A P P E A R A N C E]
Hair color: Light brown (dyed)
Eye color: Light pinkish brown
Body type: Slender, slim, somewhat lanky, but still had some muscles
Height: 5'6
Appearance description: Al had a faint teardrop-shaped mole under his left eye.

[P E R S O N A L I T Y]
Different from his older brother, Ayre, Al had a pretty laidback but nasty personality. He always had this 'I don't give a damn about anything' vibe. He loves to cause trouble and have fun. He's the kind of punk who is arrogant, shameless, disrespectful, hot-tempered, and out of control. The only one who could stop him whenever he went crazy and caused havoc is his older brother. Other than that, he won't listen to anyone else and continue doing whatever the fck he wants, disregarding other people's feelings or emotions. It really made everyone around him have a huge urge to beat him up every time they deal with him. Despite all of that, Al is actually a very rarely seen genius. It was the reason why, no matter how much the others wanted to beat him up into a pulp because of his annoying attitude, they couldn't do it at all. His arrogance was not without a basis, after all.
Like(s): Rest, sleep, games, get into trouble, slacking off
Dislike(s): Work, ordered around, getting nagged on
Fear(s): His older brother

[H I S T O R Y]
Al didn't know much about his childhood. He was way too young to remember any of his nasty childhood memories at that time. All he knew was that his father is a jerk and he frequently got beat up. But even that was very vague, like a dream. Maybe that was a kind of mechanism his mind had formed so that he won't be traumatized by the pain in his childhood and could live a rather normal life. However, if Al had to point out what he knew the most about his childhood, it was his older brother's back. His brother's body was so small and skinny compared to other children in the same age as him at that time. Even so, that back that was covered with ragged, oversized t-shirt felt immensely wide and strong to Al. That was the only clear childhood memory he had. It was the reason why, despite having a nasty personality that made his older brother's blood pressure increase each day, Al always did his best to not cross over Ayre's bottom line. Ayre is the only person Al would ever listen to and not talk back. Of course, he used to always fight back when he was still a hot-blooded teen. But after getting 'tamed' by Ayre's spartan-style teaching, Al learned to be as docile as a dog whenever he faced his brother.

As he grew up, he started to realize that he was different than others. He had a perfect photographic memory and an IQ that surpassed 200. He could learn something complicated with the least amount of effort and time. It was the reason why Al was able to get his doctorate degree when he was barely 18. But because he didn't have common sense, instead of accepting the many job offers from a lot of famous institutions, he chose to slack off and play games instead. In the first place, he wouldn't even want to go to school if his brother didn't force him to, saying that "you have a great talent, don't waste it and learn to use it to help others" or something along that cheesy line. Unfortunately for him, though, the slacker's life he dreamt of after he finally earned his doctoral degree could only wave goodbye at him because, as soon as Ayre learned of that, he straightforwardly dragged him into the police station he worked at and forced Al to work with him as a forensic doctor.

 

[Sei Shonagon]

GISELLE TSUDA

"a smile for every tragedy"
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[B A S I C]
Full Name: Giselle Tsuda
Nickname/Alias: "Gigi" by her friends, "Ice princess" media's nickname for her before she retired, "Squirrel" pet name from her best childhood friend.
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Job(s): Skating coach
Cause of Death: Apparent suicide while in custody

[A P P E A R A N C E]
Hair color: Taupe
Eye color: Amber/Whiskey brown
Body type: Curvaceous to slightly plump with subtle muscle definition.
Height: 5'7
Appearance description: Giselle stands at the height of 5'7 with an athletic build from years of practising figure skating. As such, she also possesses impeccable posture, great flexibility, and a noticeable grace in her movements. She has filled out quite remarkably since her figure skating days with the weight going to all the right places and curves; something which she tends to cover up daily. Her style of clothing could therefore be described as modest or even grandma-like, as she likes to wrap in shawls and long skirts. Her face has a natural meekness to it in the upward slanting brows and the whiskey brown eyes that almost seem to be on the cusp of tears in their squinting composure; the umber hair framing her edges in all round arches the final touch of softness.

A jagged scar runs along her ankle, presumably from an operation. Some days her grace falters in subtle limping and a certain tiredness drapes over her in slumped shoulders.

[P E R S O N A L I T Y]
Giselle can be summed up in a smile: the intoxicated one of amber poison trickling down parched throats screaming for relief; the one that tastes of battery acid, welling from reddened eyes in the face of hopelessness; the mocking one when she declares to have no ambitions while laughing at those that do, more self-derisive in its wavering mouth corners- a whole lot of nothing hiding behind a friendly disposition and more than sarcastic remarks.

On one hand subdued, harmless and carefree- on the other a snake that conceals her fangs. But it is all a joke, innocuous banter or as Giselle would put it:

"The rants of a wistful old woman."

Like(s):
Dark chocolate, sweets in general, a good bet, drinking, snowglobes/diorama landscapes, flirting, all kinds of games.

Dislike(s):
Children, cold weather, time, media, quiet, being bored.

Fear(s):
Being forgotten.

[H I S T O R Y]
The ugly little duckling that became a white swan and then returned to being an ugly duckling- Giselle's life has been a rollercoaster and a nap half. Adopted as a child, she was rescued from the orphanage's bleak cage and ushered into the carousel that is society. School, friends, family- she excelled at following the tides of expectations and always performed whether it was in exams or relationships. So much so that she found herself becoming the centre of gravitation for the ride, always in the spotlight, always important. For the young Giselle, however, nothing earned her affections more than figure skating. It was her chosen outlet, the perfect stage to showcase all her accomplishments on. Incidentally, it was also the means that would push her out of orbit- the bright national star retiring to a life on the sidelines of the rink after a horrible accident.

The fall from favour and grace that followed suit was a gradual one: still beloved in her own right but not nearly as special anymore. Her stage became a different one, her means of perfomance more dubious until it landed her in jail for interrogation.

A number of young skaters had apparently recently fallen subject to sabotage. It had started innocent enough at first, a pair of missing skates, rips in the costumes or a note in the locker. Then it started escalating, loose blades on the skates, razor blades and needles found inside of them, accidents with cars coming dangerously close to hitting the skaters or even sometimes doing it, disinfectant being mixed in their water bottles sending multiple to the hospital- then complete disappearances, seemingly having vanished off the face of the earth after training sessions. But no evidence on who or why: only a coach that would lament how tragic it all was and move on to the next talent that eventually would suffer a similar fate.