Fantasy Dark Times | Characters

[thefinalgirl]

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[Gitmuny]

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Name: Mirko Kovacic

Age: 29

Nationality: Ukrainian

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 180 lbs

Major Arcana: (LEAVE IT BLANK FOR NOW)

Background: Mirko was abandoned at birth; leaving him orphaned for the entirety of his childhood. He never quite belonged as a child, even in a place full of unwanted children; his father was Croatian, and Mirko looked fairly like him, nothing like the others in the orphanage which was something they tended to use against him. Having grown up and never relocating to a new home, Mirko spent some time fending for himself on the street until he was of military age. Mirko trained to become a quite capable soldier.

After serving three tours in the military, Mirko hadn't really a clue as to what he would do in civilian life; it didn’t provide him with the sense of belonging he had always desired like the army had. Aside from being without those whom of which had become so impactful in Mirko’s life, civilian duties just came by harder to him for some reason. Being a solider came to him as if it were instinctual; he yearned for the opportunity to come by once more – and it did. Mirko fought against the Russian separatists in the Ukraine and after the events of that conflict, he found himself stationed at a base outside of Russia. Intelligence had been reporting about seismic activity in the area, and soon enough a massive Earthquake had happened. He was one of the few operatives chosen by his superiors to investigate the area after additional reports of unusual activity in the area. Unsure what exactly ‘unusual’ meant in this scenario, Mirko was definitely concerned over what he was about to get himself into.

Personality: Having never really bonded with anyone outside of a combat environment, Mirko appears standoffish to strangers, which tends to be most people considering the fact that he has reconciled with the idea of being on his own for the rest of his life. However, Mirko is a capable leader and has the bravery and intelligence to overcome most, if not any, obstacles in his way and still has it in him to show compassion and establish a relationship with anyone so long as they give him reason to try.

 

[Luckythekobold]

Name: Mikhail Macmillan

Age: 22

Nationality: Scottish

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 162 lb

Sexuality: Asexual

Appearance: Lanky and with a bit of a limp, Mikhail is sometimes hard to pick from a crowd if you don't know where to look, which suits him just fine. His more dull red hair is easy enough to mistake for brown, whereas his eyes are a sparkling emerald that detracts from his pale skin. He isn't particularly built for long term heavy duty work, but his job as a courier has given him a bit of muscle, particularly with his good leg. His wardrobe consists of mainly plain clothing, along with one dusty brown jacket his father had given him as he left for college.

Major Arcana: __________________

Background: Born to Patricia and Danial Macmillan, Mikhail never wanted for nothing, but never had a particularly high society type of life. He lived as happily as he could with his parents and older sister. This life, however normal, shatter once he entered into high school. As a freshman, he was subjected to a cruel prank from the Senior Class. His quiet nature made him a target for these seniors, and so he was constantly bullied because of how shy he chose to be. It all came to a boil when he received high marks for a group project he was forced to work on for the small group of seniors. In response, the group decided to recreate a scene from Mad Max, tying Mikhail to the grill of a truck and heading through some rough off road scenes.

This lasted for more than two hours before a tire burst, sending the whole truck into a frenzied crash. Those who arrived on the scene found the seniors no worse for wear, but Mikhails' right leg had been caught under the car, all but severing it. The group responsible for the horrific crash were charged and sent to either community service or juvvie, their parents having to pay for the hospital bills and insurance claims. His leg couldn't be reattached, as it had been too long before any help had arrived. Mikhail, from then on, wore a prosthetic designed by his father. Years later, after graduating and going to a new college campus to live out his life, he took up a job as a bike courier, which grew from a small time job to a pretty high paying gig.

If he had any regrets up to this point, it was probably taking that last package to those weird people. Whatever was in it was definitely not up to code, with the wafting scents it was giving off. The address for it was listed as abandoned, another red flag. The final nail in the coffin, however, was the payment up front. A total of eight grand, in cash, to go to the delivery boy. That was more than enough to pay off some of the remaining bills for his therapy and college. Was it against his better judgement? Yes, incredibly. Does he regret it now? Of course! But hindsight is twenty twenty, and hindsight doesn't normally account for whatever weird robed people do with rotten smelling packages in the darkness of a dilapitated house at god knows what hour.

Personality: Born a quiet child, Mikhail would almost ring true for a shy guy, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Mikhail just chooses not to talk to people when it doesn't call for it. He can socialize when he needs to, and does an excellent job at being calm in most situations, having faced Death once before on a moon light back road. But in certain occasions that call for more emotion, such as nearly dying after a near fatal recreation of a modern movie masterpiece, he is found sometimes over emoting, throwing caution to the wind and perhaps letting a bit of his fears get the better of him. What had happened still haunts him, enough to not trust anyone inside a vehicle that he doesn't know personally. A hard kid to read at times, Mikhail is one tough nut to crack, but once cracked, he is a genuine friend anyone could ask for.

 

[thefinalgirl]

Kim 'Alice' Min-Yung

Age:
23

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Nationality:
Korean

Height:
5'6"

Weight:
99 lbs

Major Arcana:
_____________

Background:
Alice was born from two Korean parents that immigrated to America for a better life. She lived in Los Angeles, California. The girl had gone through high school, survived it and finished with some awards and accomplishments, making her Asian parents proud yet, still complaining of some slight mistakes in her tests every now and then but, they were her parents. When she was still a freshmen, her clothing style was different from the other kids. Everyone wore the latest fashion trends, consisting of cyber-tech wear mixed with odd color choices from the designers and manufacturers who made them. Alice just wore clothes that she liked, even if it was way out of her time. She once wore a blazer with shoulder pads, kids laughed at her, calling her names but, she would just stare at them and they would stop. By the time she graduated, she was laughing. Her bullies were at lower ranks than her, she was drying her tears of joy.

Anyways, when she grew older, she took up a course in Music. Almost everyone in her class preferred EDM, she was only listening to city pop songs at the time. She was discovered by a talent agent and was offered a role for a backup singer in a singer's upcoming album. She accepted the job and dropped her college course for it. She improved her singing and eventually had her own solo career. She was famous in the indie pop scene, singing songs that seemed like five decades ago but, have been brought back by her. She got more famous and richer, more and more people kept on buying her albums until she appeared on music shows. One performance became so popular that it would become a must-perform whenever she visits a bar for a performance. She was certainly living the life of a pop-star.

While she was walking in a park, admiring the scenery while hiding her face to the public, she spotted a hooded figure. It wasn't too odd to see one as a certain fashion trend was involved with that but, it had an odd red stain at it's front. As she was becoming curious, Alice approached the hooded figure before it disappeared into a crowd of people. She seemed concerned, it was as if they had been observing her, waiting for something that might come to her, preparing her for an event. She tried to shake off the feeling that she got but, was it a sign for the things to come?

Personality:
She's a charming girl, Alice prefers to talk to people, not because of their state or place in life but, because of their personality and morals. She's a modest woman at best, her personality still remains the same after she rose from fame. She is humble, she prefers to socialize with people and have meaningful conversations. When in pressure, she usually becomes much more serious and gives off a bossy demeanor. She likes to take control of a situation that she knows and does not like when she is the one being commanded to do, Alice prefers to walk on her own beat.
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[peach moon]

Name: Madeleine "Maddy" Moreau
Age: 21
Sexuality: Bisexual
Nationality: American (French ancestry)
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 125 lbs
Major Arcana: ?
Background: Even before Maddy was born, things were tough. Her father flew into a rage as soon as he found out that her mother, Belinda, was pregnant, and he left without warning not long after, disappearing while she was running some errands. So Maddy was born to a hard-working but unhappy single mother who had little to live off of. She had previously been dependent on her husband's earnings, but upon his leaving had to find work to support not only her but now a child as well. Maddy grew up admiring her mother, admiring the lengths she went to in order to keep the both of them afloat, and she never quite understood while her mom didn't seem to like her as much as she felt she should have. It was difficult because Maddy's mom had to take whatever work would come her way -- this meant that they were uprooted and moving around a lot. It felt like as soon as Maddy was able to make friends in one place, they would suddenly have to leave and start all over again. All the while, as Maddy grew older and learned about how her mother and father were like before she came along, she started to understand the strangeness that she felt from her relationship with Belinda -- it was resentment. Try as Belinda might to hide it, it was clear that she resented the child for changing her whole life. This didn't come through in the form of outright anger or abuse, but just distance. There was an odd frostiness, a refusal to do "normal mom things", like bake brownies for Maddy's class bake sale or show up at her soccer games in elementary school.

This all led Maddy to grow up feeling very alone. She couldn't keep a group of friends due to all the moving, and she clearly only made her mother upset, despite Belinda's efforts to pretend otherwise. So, Maddy reacted by accepting it -- becoming invisible, absorbing herself in books and music instead of with people. She spent little time at home as she got older, opting to stay at the library or go on long walks listening to her favorite tunes. She was very well-read, and also used much of this alone time studying, so she at least excelled in school and especially developed a love for math and science. Her classmates didn't really note her much. It wasn't as if she didn't exist, but all anyone knew about her was that she was the weird quiet girl who spent a lot of time in the school library. Her mom had very little savings, but fortunately, college was not out of the question as Maddy's polished academic record and high test scores qualified her for plenty of financial aid. Her mother had never seemed happier than on the day Maddy left. She ended up choosing to go to NYU and decided to major in applied math and physics. We find her now in her junior year -- friends were still few, but she loved the city. Endless places to explore and wander to, tiny cute shops to find (she even had a job at one of them, a cute little thrift store on the lower east side), and lots of good places to eat. It was on one of these wanderings that she experienced something... strange. She was walking through Washington Square Park during its off hours, around dusk. Not many people were around, and she had her headphones on when suddenly she began hearing voices. She turned her music off, but no one was to be seen around her, and yet the voices continued. She couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but against her better judgement, she decided to listen a little more carefully...

Personality: While Maddy was initially an energetic, rambunctious child, this was soon dampened by her relationship with her mother and the uncertainty of their lives. She very soon grew quiet, rarely speaking to others unless necessary and preferring to just dive into a good book in her free time. She unfortunately doesn't really know how to socialize with others, but she is quick-witted and very smart in the sort of book/knowledge realm, even if she is a complete idiot in the interacting normally with people realm. She is generally a kind person but is not very trustful right off the bat -- so if someone dropped their groceries on the street, she'd help them pick them up, but if a random person asked to use her cell phone for a call, she'd be inclined to refuse. It's difficult to get to know her or gain her trust, but it certainly can be done. One unexpected aspect of Maddy's personality is that she's actually a bit of a crybaby -- though she normally gives off a sort of cold, ice-queen vibe, in stressful situations she has a hard time doing anything but freaking out and panicking, and she often cries under pressure (except the usual school pressures, like test-taking, etc. -- she's grown very used to that). She tries to keep it under wraps, but sometimes she just can't help but shed some tears during difficult times. She can still work under pressure but might need a few tissues to get through it. She doesn't like to take help from others and has overall decided for herself that she's better off alone. However, maybe her mind could be changed if the right people were to come along.​

 

[Raven14]

Name: Brooke Wilson
Nationality: American
Weight: 101 lbs
Major Arcana: _____
Background: As a child she was abused, she went to an orphanage and got adopted. She barley sees her orphan parents because they are always gone. She has a problem with cutting her wrist, and hurting herself in other ways.
Personality: Very dark person. She likes to keep her emotions hidden. It is very rare to see her smile or frown or make any expression.

 

[Twin Fantasy]

Name: Mika Harasaki
Age: 22
Nationality: Japanese
Height: 5'2
Weight: 111 lbs
Sexuality: Lesbian
Major Arcana: hee haw
Background: Mika was born to two hardworking farmers in Kochi, and her early life was relatively free and fun. However, her aunt heavily pressured her father over it, insisting he should move out to Tokyo and get a "real job". Eventually he gave in, taking himself and his wife into Tokyo and getting an office job. Mika was suddenly, without warning, thrust into a strange world. At age seven, soon after the move, she finally entered a normal school.

Immediately, Mika was alienated from her peers. Everyone could tell she was different. A lot of the technology they used was foreign to her, as she'd never even seen a cell phone before in her life. She was othered by everyone, and didn't manage to make a single friend. At home, the cost of life forced her mother to get a job as well, which meant she was largely alone. Her father took up excessive drinking to relieve the stress on his back, forcing her mother to raise Mika on her own whenever she was around. Of course, her father never laid a hand on her. Oftentimes he would just cry and say he was sorry.

Mika was expelled from her high school for taking part in compensated dating. When asked why, she simply said she just wanted to make her parent's lives easier.

If anything, this made them more difficult. Her father's drinking problem only got worse, until he was found dead in his living room, bottle in hand. It was no secret he died from alcohol poisoning. Her mother soon attempted to take her own life, but was stopped by a passerby and ended up being hospitalized. By now Mika was seventeen, and alone. There was enough money saved for her to live there just a month or two more.

She didn't want anyone to know who she was. If someone she knew saw her, she'd probably wish she was dead. Unsure of what to do, she slathered her face in white paint and left the house. Initially, it was just for some food and to maybe tear out a few Help Wanted pages from newspapers. However, her wandering eventually lead her to the nearby neighborhood of Harajuku -- the Lolita fashion capital of Japan. She was enthralled almost immediately, running from window to window no doubt looking like an insane person, and outside of a dress shop she met her first friend -- ever. Her name was Yuki Makina.

"Hey, is that uh, that shironuri thing?"

Mika shook her head. She had no idea what that even was. They walked down the street and talked for a bit, and Yuki insisted on trading phone numbers. After that they spent every day together, usually going shopping. What little of her working paycheck Mika had left over was often spent on clothes. Despite this, it didn't make going outside any easier. Mika's constant paranoia made her feel like everyone was out to get her, despite a lack of any sign of it being true. Thus, she always wore her face-paint, and became a self-declared "shironuri", an alternative fashion style involving elegant clothing and very pale white skin. She also began further hiding her identity with an array of pretty wigs. Yuki was relatively spoiled, and had no problem paying for some of Mika's things.

Two years later, Yuki's rich parents finally gave her the money to move to America, and she demanded to take Mika with her. The two rented out an apartment together and began living as roommates, without Yuki knowing even a bit of Mika's emotional problems.

Personality: Mika tends to be poor at showing emotion. She's either completely flat, or completely losing her mind, with no in-between. She's constantly paranoid, and refuses to go anywhere without covering her face somehow -- usually in a pale white foundation. She also can't stand getting dirty, and often spends hours washing herself off in the evening. Next to nobody even knows what her hair and skin looks like, and it'll be difficult to make her tell you. She doesn't like meeting new people, and prefers to speak in one-word sentences and give as little information as possible about herself. And if she feels insulted by a stranger, she will make it well-known.

This isn't to say she's a mean person. In fact, peeling past her rock-solid exterior, she's as kind and gentle as a person can be. She loves animals, and would absolutely die for her best friend and roommate, Yuki Makina. The two of them are often seen together in photos and have a nearly unbreakable bond. When Mika finds someone she cares about, she is fiercely loyal to that person, and if they told her to walk off a cliff, she'd do it no questions. However, the amount of effort required to reach that level of closeness with Mika is often considered far, far too much work, and even Mika herself believes she will only ever need one friend to get by. However, her difficult, high-maintenance personality has made it difficult for her to get any sort of job. After all, not many establishments want a germaphobe who insists on painting her face every day.

She considers herself very delicate. This is, of course, a lie. She can and will flip out on people over very minor provocations. But sometimes she doesn't. And it is impossible, honest-to-god impossible, to tell when she will and when she won't. Trying to speak with her can often be like walking on eggshells. Eggshells that are full of needles.

 

[thefinalgirl]

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Age: 17

Sexuality: Homosexual

Nationality: Filipino

Height: 5' 9"

Weight: 132 lbs

Major Arcana: ??? [/div][/div][/div] [/div] [div class=tabcontent2][div class=container][div class=scrollbar][div class=textbox]"If I were to describe my entire existence in one word, it would be: lonely."

As a child, Lance was abandoned by his parents, the reason was because he was sickly and clingy. He knew how to speak his national language at a young age but, this did not impress his parents. His parents were too young to even take care of him. Instead, they decided that it would be good for him to just be adopted by another family. He was given away, his parents never looked back as they were given a large amount of money, he was sold. When he was growing, Lance was decently treated by his step-parents. He was tasked around the house but, is usually made sure to be treated well. The boy never knew his original parents or where they were, he was only informed by his father that he was adopted. The news made him sad, telling your adopted son that he was sold by his biological parents was certainly bad for the psychological well-being of his but, later down the line, he would naturally accept it.

When he entered middle school, he had no friends. No one to talk to, no one to sit with, no companion to have an adventure with. He was alone, he would try to talk to other peers but, they would only push him aside. He was an outcast, just a mere background prop in any sitcom. For fun, he would go to arcades. He would play the newest fighting game or a claw machine to pass the time. He would casually converse to older people who played the same games with him. His favorite was Skull Fighter 7: Bloodline Upbringing, it was just a casualy fighting game that he would play from time-to-time. He would talk about combos, strategies, and other techniques for characters to the players. When he would fight against another person, he would show no mercy as his mind would be highly focused on playing the game. Most of the matches, he would win. Other matches, he would bow his head and thank the person for a good match. When he was done visiting the arcade, he would go back to his home.

By the time that he had entered highschool, he was bullied. He was mocked and teased at by others around him. His loneliness was getting worse. He would be sad, to the point where he would cry in his room all night and not sleep a wink but, his peers would only say he's 'over-sensitive'. His step-father died due to a heart attack and since then, his step-mother became seemingly more cruel. Because of this, he developed a longing for a friendship, a relationship that would make him feel accepted into society. He was now near twelfth grade, more lonely and more silent. He developed Social Anxiety because of how others would treat him, he doesn't go to the arcade anymore, he works at a local McDonalds for an earning and is currently living by himself. His step-mother had passed away and he inherited some money. He still knows how to speak Filipino up to this day, casually saying it at random times when he's angry, shocked, or sad. He wishes that he has a friend to have around.

[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=tabcontent3][div class=container][div class=scrollbar][div class=textbox]"At least the stars look nice..."

Lance is typically a person who prefers to work hard when he's alone. He likes to converse with people if he had the chance. He stays silent in situations when he isn't needed. His thoughts, sometimes, cloud his decisions due to his Social Anxiety. He can never decide on one thing easily, he has to think hard about it before putting it in action.

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[Mirabilis]

Name: Eli Feng
Age: 20
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Nationality: American (Chinese/Caucasian descent)
Height: 5'7”
Weight: 138lbs

Appearance: Thin and not particularly athletic, Eli always preferred having fun indoors. As a consequence, his skin tone is a ghastly pale and he was often jokingly teased by being called a ghost. Usually, he keeps his chestnut-brown hair trimmed short and his face clean-shaven. Having bad eyesight, Eli wears contacts, finding glasses to be a little embarrassing. His eye color is a deep chocolate brown. He prefers basic t-shirts, shorts, and running shoes even though he gets winded when he tries to sprint long distances.

Major Arcana: __________

Background: Growing up in a small suburban neighborhood on the west coast of the United States, Eli was the first-born son of proud parents Daniel and Nelly Feng. Growing up under their watchful eye was relatively uneventful until his younger sister Iris was born. Though he forgot since he was at such a young age, his parents claim to Eli's embarrassment that Eli ran up and down the street when his baby sister finally came home all while shouting, "I'm a big brother now! I'm a big brother now!" Despite the family being much livelier afterward, Eli had what could be considered, a completely normal childhood. As far back as he could remember, Eli found himself in the company of good friends who were always at his back through both good times and bad times. While he never stood out in his group of friends, he was simply glad to have people he could always relate to. Even after high school graduation when their merry little band went their separate ways, Eli still enjoyed keeping in touch with friends who he considered as close and intimate as siblings. Every now and then he liked to boast that he still remembered the face of each and every friend he met. A few years into his college life, Eli found himself answering the phone on a quiet, rather ordinary day. The number was unknown and the voice was that of a stranger, but something familiar tugged at him. The voice claimed to know Eli. It said that Eli had forgotten an old friend. Confused and deeply bothered, Eli offered to meet up with them, so that they could catch up and “remember the good ol' days”. The voice accepted and suggested a meeting place. The local park at 10:00 pm to shoot some hoops under the night sky. While slightly uneasy, Eli agreed and began to prepare for his reunion with his long lost... “friend”.

Personality: Eli tends to be reserved around unfamiliar faces, with most peoples' first impression of him being rather cold and indifferent. When around people he trusts and is more comfortable with, he opens up considerably, even to the point that many of his friends would label him as an outgoing and fun-loving extrovert. He still prefers having fun indoors, but he values time that he can spend with his friends much more. There are moments when he can act a little awkward or strange regardless of whether he be in the company of strangers or friends. He also cares deeply about the well-being of others and is bothered if someone looks upset or unhappy.

 

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Name: Zion "Zi" Naoki

Age: 20

Sexuality: Pansexual

Nationality: Ireland

Height: 6'4

Weight: 150lbs

Major Arcana: ------

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Personality: Zion is a wildcard. You never know whats on his mind and his actions are spontaneous. Talking to him is a bit of an adventure, he kinda steers any conversation in to his blackhole of a mind, often leaving the other person wondering what they'd wanted to tell him in the first place. Zi is a bit of a spaz too, hes always moving and drumming a beat or giving his daily life a soundtrack in the back of his mind. He's extremely honest to a t, and will say literally say whatevers on his mind, two traits that his mother said came from his angry Irish blood. But Zi wasn't really angry ever, maybe mildly morbid and irritated, but even when you've purposely pissed him off, you can never tell how mad he is or what he's gonna do next but one thing you can tell for sure is that in those moments you can feel the pure sadistic energy radiating off of him.
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Background: Zi was born somewhere in Ireland, he travelled so much as a child the names of the destinations and where he originated often got blurred in his memory. His parents were hippies to say the least and for the most part he was just tagging along for the ride. Gage Naoki and Fate Gael weren't necessarily the most attentive of parents, they were more focused on the 'music', aka Lady Heroin, than Zions upbringing. His developmental years were spent being lulled to sleep by the croonings of the Old World rock his mom and dad blared in their small RV and the his empty stomach growling. Nonetheless, he turned out pretty decent. He can be a bit violent and rude at times, but for the most part he can keep a level head.

When he was 16, Zi headed out into the world on his own. It never really turned out to be that bad of a thing for him - it was a pretty clean break. He was never really close to his parents and one day when they were too strung out in some rinky dink bar off the highway, he just left. Started walking West, hitching rides from strangers and working odd jobs for money; Zi eventually saved up money for a ticket to America and has been there ever since. Currently he works at a bar and gets paid underthetable to do odd jobs anywhere from cleaning up at night, singing and performing on a small stage for tips, or being a bouncer.

When the world went to shit, he wasn't necessarily surprised. After all it was only a matter of time right? When the earthquakes occurred he was catching some zzz's in an empty booth in the bar(the owner let him live there rent free as long as he worked). Luckily, the quake didn't destroy too much of the bar, but the demons however, were making it impossible to stay in one place.
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