Realistic or Modern Forever Living [WIP Closed.]

[Skiriki]

CHARACTER APPLICATIONS ARE CLOSED.


Before you post your CS, please read the following: As mentioned previously, I'm looking for co-writers, who are looking to contribute to the world we are creating. I am only accepting up to five roleplayers, and just because you've submitted a CS, does not mean that you will be accepted. This is to keep the story going effectively. I'd like players that are open-minded, and aren't afraid to think outside of the box when it comes to their characters. To show I've read your CS, I will like your post. If accepted, I will rate it as “Hype Cookie.”

Please post a

realistic picture of your character.


Main Character:


NAME:


AGE: 17+. (I find it very unrealistic that a bunch of teenagers can survive an apocalypse alone.) Any secondary characters are welcome to be younger, as long as they fit the plot.


GENDER:


HEIGHT:


WEIGHT:


ETHNICITY:


HAIR COLOR: Give your character a realistic (Dyed is fine too) hair color.


EYE COLOR: Give your character a realistic eye color.


APPEARANCE: What does your character look like? (What can't be described by a picture?)


PERSONALITY: Is your character sarcastic? Calm? Hot-tempered? Write about your character's personality here.


OCCUPATION: What does your character do? For how long?


HISTORY: Brief history of your character's past. This is completely optional, as it is also fun to learn about this in the story.


WRITING SAMPLE: This can be small if need be. You can even write about your character before here, I just want an example of how you write.





Secondary Character:


NAME:


AGE:


GENDER:


HEIGHT:


WEIGHT:


HAIR COLOR:


EYE COLOR:


RELATIONSHIP: How do they relate to your main character? Are they married/dating? Are they parents, or siblings? How does your character know this secondary person?


(You are welcome to create up to two secondary characters. Note that they will most likely die as the story progresses, as we can not save everyone. These will be NPC, unless stated otherwise. This is to give your character a good background story, but it isn't required. If you've read this entire thing, give this CS a "like". If you chose to give your character a pet, (which I will allow) please make it realistic, not a wolf or a lion.

 

[papachan]

Dr. Hayes & Mrs. Whittington

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• Vladimir/MC
• Personality
• History
• Whittington/SC
• Sample

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  LAST NAME	FIRST NAME	MIDDLE INITIAL	AGE	GENDER
  Hayes	Vladimir	V	35	Male
  HEIGHT	WEIGHT	EYE COLOR	HAIR COLOR	ETHNICITY
  6'1"/185cm	166lbs/75kg	Hazel	Black	Caucasian/White

  
  
  Black hair cut before the curl sits before frowning brow, hazel eyes staring hard at the side effects of a new technology said to improve the lives of many patients. It was his choice if he would endorse it when it came out. However, the side effects of this product were well beyond a reasonable amount. Sweat began to dance along his face, making his black rimmed glasses slip down the bridge his nose.
  
  
  
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  Vladimir was an obedient child. Listening had always been his strong point while talking had always been his weakness. In his younger years he was known for being a recluse which caused his extreme social awkwardness and love of questions. There was a deep burning desire for him to know everything about everyone he met. Every childhood story, every sad moment, their most prevalent memories. He needed to know it all.
  
  
  Hormones control the brain and cause it to preform differently if manipulated. Vladimir was no genius, but he knew that if he could control the very chemical makeup of the human brain he could control the emotions of those who refused to expose all of their secrets to him. He could make them better. Perfect, even. This was the reason he studied in psychiatry.
  
  
  
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  While young Vladimir found a love for psychiatry for less than moral reasons, his family had been known for their work in the fields of therapy and psychology. They spoke and treated horrible criminals, rehabilitated the mentally ill, and institutionalized those who could not be cured and were a harm to themselves and to others. All of the Hayes family looked very much the same. Tousled black hair, hazel eyes, black rimmed glasses, and a narrowed glare of judgement.
  
  
  It was a strange surprise to find that Vladimir's father, on one faithful morning, had killed his wife in a fit of rage and ended his own life afterwards. The, now orphaned, Vladimir was traumatized but managed to hold up the family business, if not for his mother's sake. There was nothing on this planet that Vladimir wouldn't have done for his dear mother. Something inside him knew that this office was the most important thing to her. Vladimir Vitali Hayes, her only son, would keep it alive as long as possible.
  
  
  
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  LAST NAME	FIRST NAME	MIDDLE INITIAL	AGE	GENDER
  Whittington	Elisabeth	G	75	Female
  HEIGHT	WEIGHT	EYE COLOR	HAIR COLOR	ETHNICITY
  5'2"/160cm	110lbs/50kg	Blue	Grey/Silver	Caucasian/White

  
  
  Relation: Patient of Dr. Vladimir Vitali Hayes. He cares for her and has taken her into his home as if she were his mother. Mrs. Whittington suffers from dementia and believes Vladimir to be her long lost son.
  
  
  
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  The frigid air of lost summer caressed her cheek and spoke down her neck. It warned her of the darkness coming, the unknown knocking at her door, the nightmare that threatened to become her very reality. Her small feet now stood on an endless grave, the ground as dry and cracked as the bones that rested inside. Tonight, she would dine above a sea of endless unknown faces on tea and her weekly Thursday sandwich.
  
  
  

 

[Skiriki]

• Alaska
• About
• Cass
• Ruby

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  Name: Alaska A. Anderson
  
  Age: 27
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Height: 5'9"
  
  Weight: 154 lbs
  
  Ethnicity: Italian/Native American/Dutch
  
  Hair Color: Black
  
  Eye Color: Hazel
  
  Appearance: Alaska has thick, coarse hair that she usually has hidden behind some type of hat, due to it's unruly nature. Her face is glittered with freckles, like stars in the night sky. Her eyes are ever-changing in color, blue to green, grey to brown; it depends on the day.​
  
  
  
  
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  Personality: Alaska can be both a kind and gentle soul, and a sarcastic, witty jerk. It all depends on her mood. [she's usually a jerk.]
  
  Occupation: Vet Tech / Vet [still finishing college to become a full fledged Vet.]
  
  History: Alaska grew up with just her father. Her mother left shortly after birth, she "wasn't ready for children". Both of her grandparents on her father's side passed away before she was born. Although she grew up in a loving home, and her father did his best to take care of her, he worked two jobs, and often wasn't home. Around the age of 10, Alaska's biological mother commit suicide, leaving an even bigger hole to where her mother should've been. Instead, her love for being around animals grew, which in turn, fueled her dream to become a Vet. As she grew older, her father married, and remarried (many, many times) throwing Alaska through "family" promises of which she would never be a part of.
  
  Within a year after graduating high school, Alaska left her small hometown in Ohio for a great college in the beautiful state of California, where she's remained ever since. While attending college, she rescued her loving companion, Scarlet. [Also known by Roo, or Ruby.]
  
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  Name: Cass X. Porter
  
  Age: 33
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Height: 6'1"
  
  Weight: 167 lbs
  
  Eye Color: Brown
  
  Hair Color: Brown
  
  Ethnicity: Hispanic/Caucasian/Native American
  
  Relation: Boyfriend of Miss Anderson. They've been dating for the past 6 years, having met in the same workplace.​
  
  
  
  
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  Name: Ruby ["Roo"]
  
  Age: 4
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Species: Blue Pitbull
  
  History: Rescued by Alaska after being tied up on a chain for the first six months of her life. Has been thoroughly trained, and is very well behaved. Can be ornery sometimes.​
  
  
  
  

 

[Elephantom]

NAME: Clive Harris


AGE: 36


GENDER: Male


HEIGHT: 6'3


WEIGHT: 182 lb


ETHNICITY: Anglo-Scottish


HAIR COLOR: Dirty Blonde


EYE COLOR: Dark Brown


APPEARANCE:


His skin colour, is of course, more deeply situated at the Caucasian side of skin shades, however, one could notice the slight reddish areas over on his nose and cheeks, which are more noticeable in the winter. His cheekbones are quite subtly emphasized, or more precisely, lifted, which was a physical trait he obtained from his mother. He also possesses a fairly nice — properly combed — haircut, and a shaped beard.


PERSONALITY: Hot-headed and undisciplined at its best. You're more likely to see him slacking around or sleeping rather than see him actually work, or at least engage in some social service. Serious wouldn't be the best word to describe him, seeing as he has to be the most, on the first glance, care-free person. Yet it's quite important for it to be noted that he doesn't lack any practicality or that he's more bound to not abide by his conscience, it's just that he's more than compelled to not make moral achievements like that. His attempts at being a general badass seems more than laughable, as he actually goes on to be more good at pragmatism than your usual over-the-top theatricality. Nevertheless, he's quite impulsive, topping that off with a subtle paranoia and an itchy trigger finger, and a really remorseless man, making him somewhat psychopathic, even if he has no knowledge of it, or that he's quite ignorant, either one of them.


When he isn't being a lazy bum, he's trying to be assertive, as quoted from him, but it would be more precise to describe it as forcing leadership and authority onto fellow comrades, foe or ally, he doesn't even care, which may or may not put him in potential danger. He has a tendency to use humour, which are neither light-hearted nor are they polite, and outwardly express his cynical ideals, which more or less, are mere attempts at trying to be philosophical, however, he can be quite expressive of his thoughts, be it bad or good.


LIKES:


Sleep: Did I mention that he was a lazy bum?


Gun nut: And that he also likes guns?


Coconuts: Or that he likes coconuts?


Warm weather: Just the right amount, neither too hot nor too cold.


Beaches: If there was no sand at all, this would've been at the top of this list.


DISLIKES:


Frosty: He just hates freezing weather, which in turn — as he emphasizes it — would only serve to turn him into that figurative block of ice that would permanently stay on the terms of all things sub-zero.


GOALS:


The American dream: Get a better job, a house, and stop being a lazy-ass guy in general. And not get killed for a stupidly nonsensical reason.


Clive Moneybags: Get rich, or at least not die trying.


Astronomy: He always wanted to be an astronaut, but never got to be one. Safe to say, he was dreaming of this since he was a child.


Fears:


Night panic: The worst thing he could ever imagine is him suddenly dying in his sleep, without any further notice or without any heroics, with his funeral being attended by no one.


OCCUPATION: Writer


HISTORY: He was born in the more coastal areas of America, which if more precisely, would be New York, and for some reason, he always hated that city, maybe it was because he hated the urban life, or that he never got to experience that hood life. Either way, both situation didn't lead to anywhere good, and the very thought of this flooded kid Clive's mind, developing an almost mature personality at an extremely early ages, when kids at his age were supposed to be frolicking around and oozing with toxic energy, he was being a general bore and slugged around the house, almost always, reading a book.


His father was a lazy bum and writer too, with whom he may have inherited some serious traits from, whilst his mother was your usual hard-working citizen, from whom he failed to obtain significant traits. His mother worked as an editor in the news company just around the block, leading Clive to think that he just might get a job as a journalist disguised as hobo there.


After he finally graduated, his father and grandfather, with whom he held a tender relationship with, died from an accident in the airport, after both of them tried to create a rebellion in the middle of the airway, both of them died instantly after getting trampled by aircrafts whose pilots had no such intentions to do so, as everyone failed to realize their very presence except for a few helpless officials.


His mother fell into a depression, as his personality morphed completely into his father's one, perhaps to repress this incident carved in his brain at that current moment, which also lead him to take his father's helm and finish his book, which met neither critical acclaim nor commercial ones, slowly disappearing from the shelves of all those bookstores.


He continued to write despite his first attempt failing terribly, and has continued to carry his career even farther, developing more greater skills, and performing decent in both the commercial and the critical districts of writing.


WRITING SAMPLE:


Clive was situated, rather comfortably, on his sofa which fittingly sat next to the television like any other home. The TV blared out recent news of diplomacy and politics, and not of the exciting kind as everyone seems to assume it will happen like. All these political jazz are potent enough to make someone faint, or rather, forcibly submit thespectator to the deep entrenchment of the inevitable depths of the one thing humanity can't really avoid: sleep. And the sole reason being boredom, at its least finest, and that's why Clive took precautionary note of avoiding the television as best as he could do, although he could've just changed the channels, he was feeling way too much lazy to do that, for this was one of his rare, peaceful moments, far away from all them heat of catching those hillbilly anarchists, and wording it was all too easy than actually attempting to accomplish it.


Nevertheless, Clive spent the moment taking momentous drags from a random cigarette from a pack he bought today at the store conveniently placed near his house. He was fiddling around with the cigarette, whilst 'complimenting' the view of the streets beneath his apartment, all bland and bleak, quite dark too, but this was probably cause he was staying up way too late than he was actually supposed to. There was some few cars rushing by the streets, taking no heed of the speed limit, and inches away from crashing into one of the lampposts, and the thing was that he, Clive, couldn't have done a thing about it, for his intentions really didn't align with the fact that he'd go out into the streets, all but stark naked, his decency being kept by a set of pajamas, all flashy and striped, that would actually serve to lessen more of his self-respect than it would in turn, increase his moral conscience.


Whatever he could just think about at the current moment, all of which involved some sort of weird shenanigans happening around him, anxiety soon flooded into the corners of his mind, and also revealing the fact that there was indeed a feeling of dread in the room all day long, it was just that Clive failed to notice it more properly, or that he was making stuff up, probably the latter. He could feel the air of tension in the room, where he was all alone, and accompanied by none other than a television, which only served to create a faulty distraction with its superbly boring international news.


To clear his mind more effectively, he took another drag from his cigarette whilst observing the streets with a dimly lit curiosity, boredom was the thing manipulating him with an evasive accuracy, all to examine the streets for no damn reason. Clive could just feel his eyebrows furrow at the sound of boredom, whilst the TV flashed on with an almost innocent ignorance. Anxiety filled Clive's mind as he hastily navigated his hands around for that bowl of popcorn, instead, failing to find one, realizing soon afterwards, that he forgot to ready them in the first place. By now, he was too tired and too annoyed to actually lift his bum and try to complete the job, and as if on cue, his phone rang, and by all the luck he could muster up, it just happened to be right beside him, the phone that is. He picked it up, before declining the call, as he had absolutely no intention to get into another hassle initiated by an innocent phone call.


That and it was like 2:00 AM. Good, and possibly polite, people don't really call you at 2 in the morning, except for an emergency, but that didn't cross his mind at all, and probably won't till tomorrow. Funny how life sometimes behaved, he always had big dreams about leading a 'hood life' or at least as a normal guy who stood in the boundaries of the human norm, but instead, he's a flaky hunter, who hunts sociopathic beasts with a natural instinct to cause havoc everywhere they go, and inflict great harm to people that come near them, and for whatever reasons possible, all of them had some sort of weird abilities non-existent in humans. These are horror movies bought to life, only more worse.


The least Clive could do at the current moment is let out a sigh, a smoky one, since he was taking multiple drags at a more than regular interval. At this rate, he was bound to turn into the ideal drug-addled chain-smoking douchebag, and even the thought of that word made his throats all dry and bitter, to the point of needing some medications. And that was what Clive did, as he finally got off from his sofa to scavenge for some dry throat medications in the medicine cabinet.


On the brighter side, he finally lifted his lazy bum off from the sofa.

 

[Ember Spark]

NAME: Felix Lee Carter


AGE: 28


GENDER: Male


HEIGHT: 6'2"


WEIGHT: 190


ETHNICITY: White


HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown Hair and Beard


EYE COLOR: Ice Blue (My Sister has Ice blue eyes and they are beautiful. So I always use her eye color)


APPEARANCE: Under the clothing is scars that litter his chest back and arms. All from the war. Hes also covered in tattoos. The main ones being his fathers dog togs that are tattooed on his chest (Left side) and his daughters name (Amber Lynn) tattooed under his right arm.


PERSONALITY: Felix is a sarcastic asshole. He doesn't think before he speaks and just pops off at the mouth. He can be calm, but that's mostly around other people. He cant help but flirt. Him being very flirty can get him in trouble. He is very protective though. On top of it all he will risk his life for those around him. He cant stand to see someone else die.


OCCUPATION: Hes been in the Army since he was 18.


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NAME: Ellie Ryan Carter





AGE: 24





GENDER: Female





HEIGHT: 5'6"





WEIGHT: 130





HAIR COLOR: Dyed Black





EYE COLOR: Blue





RELATIONSHIP: Ellie is Felix's younger sister. She lived with him, his wife, and his daughter on base because she was kicked out of the house by her parents.


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WRITING SAMPLE: The cool wind brushed past the trees and the young man they walked past them. He watched the tops of the trees sway in the wind. He listened to the limbs creek under the pressure. He held his weapon close. Not wanting to use it really. His blue eyes were heavy and his heart beat like crazy. He Needed to find somewhere to rest for a bit. He needed some time to think. Felix twisted around quickly when the unnatural rustling of leaves were heard. One of them stalked out of the tree line. It was watching him closely. Felix turned again and took off. He knew running was no good. But its all he has left.
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[Fioreo]

Name: Esfir Stepanov


Age: 29


Height: 178 cm


Weight: 64 kg


Ethnicity: Russian/Bulgarian


Hair color: Light blonde, almost white


Eye color: Dark brown


Appearance: She has a tall, thin body and a light skin with freckles all over it. She has a pointy nose, a little mouth and slightly big, round eyes. Her eyebrows are thick, but you can nearly see them, because of the fact they're really light. She wears her hair in a high ponytail and she has got bangs.


Personality: She is highly intelligent, but she never really talks. When you want to start a conversation with her, she'll try to ignore you. But when you know her better, she is a friendly person who will cheer you up, and help you out with any kind of problem.


Occupation: Translator. She knows Russian, English, French, Dutch, German, Japanese and Albanian. She has this job for one year now.


History: -


Writing sample: Esfir ran down the stairs while having the feeling someone was chasing her. Sweat ran down her cheekbones, and her whole body felt like it could fall down anytime.


When suddenly realizing she didn't feel the cold stairs anymore, her head felt weird


She couldn't see the stairs anymore, only big, blurry smudges. They were black.


They grew, and grew. Her aching head fell onto a hard surface. Then everything turned black.

 

[Joan the Rebel]

Joan Riley Ardent

• Vital Statistics
• History
• Description
• Personality
• Visitors
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  Sex: Female
  
  
  Age: 29
  
  
  Height: 6'1"
  
  
  Weight: 163 lbs
  
  
  Ethnicity: Caucasian
  
  
  
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  Joan was the third child of the wealthy Rhianna and James Ardent. She had three brothers, one three years older, one a year older, and one two years younger. Their names are Arron, Mark and Kain. Joan got along famously with her brothers, and could never quite understand other girls until she was in college. Even then, she often struggled with understanding most women and even several men.
  
  
  Joan's parents had active social, political, and church lives. They took their children everywhere with them, believing that they could understand everything given the chance. As a result, the four children learned about adult topics early in life, and matured quickly. The children were all homeschooled until college.
  
  
  Of the siblings, Joan was considered the confidant, the one you went to to simply talk, rant, or chat. She was known for speaking her mind, but she was also known for listening carefully to what others had to say. Her advice was considered solid.
  
  
  Joan's parents enrolled their children in self-defense classes and athletic programs when they were young, believing that their children needed to learn to take care of themselves. As they grew older, the siblings found other extracurricular programs for their interests, and Joan found herself attending survival camps. It was the first time she had been without her siblings, and she was eager for a change. However, she managed to maintain a close friendship with her brothers.
  
  
  When the time came for college, all four children graduated with honors at the college of their choice and went on to success. Joan moved from her birthplace in Texas to Long Beach and worked for a private security company for two years before resigning and pursuing a more public career as a police officer. She has held this job for five years. She has drifted apart from her siblings, but she still tries to see them each at least once a month. Her parents have government jobs and are currently overseas.
  
  
  
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  Joan has a muscular, athletic build. Her layered dirty blonde hair is curly and thick. She often wears a camo or olive drab beanie over her hair when off duty. Her eyes are small and deep green, and they often have a determined look to them. She has an angular, sharp face, which can look either welcoming or intimidating, depending on how she chooses to use it. This face is all that keeps her from being mistaken for a male sometimes, and sometimes not even then, due to the bandana she wears around her neck when off duty. She wears no makeup, but does her best to keep clean. Her thick, rough skin is tanned from hours outdoors, and has several scars and callouses. She has large hands and feet, which are often covered by a pair of fingerless gloves and tactical boots. When not in uniform, she often wears a tanktop with a concealed pocket as an undershirt, a loose long-sleeve shirt over the tanktop, a tactical vest over her shirt, and baggy cargo pants. Her clothes are chosen to blend in with her environment, and are often olive drab, nighttime grey, camo, and, on rare occasions, a sandy color. She carries a large backpack with her whenever possible.
  
  
  
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  Joan is determined and level-headed. While she tries to understand people different from her, this has always been difficult for her, which may be why she always listens so carefully to what others have to say. She enjoys being around people and often goes out of her way to meet others.
  
  
  Joan is unusually alert and tends to notice odd things, such as something out of place, or that the doors and windows are locked. This is the result of years of awareness training.
  
  
  Very few things piss Joan off. However, these things are very hard for her to avoid. They are; guys and girls hitting on her, people invading her personal space, and prejudice against people groups. Generally, she is level-headed and calm, but if something pisses her off, she grows cold and might lash out at any moment.
  
  
  
• Kain Sebastian Ardent
  
  
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    Sex: Male
    
    
    Age: 27
    
    
    Height: 5'6"
    
    
    Weight: 124 lbs
    
    
    Ethnicity: Caucasian
    
    
    Relationship with MC: Younger brother
    
    
    
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    Kain was the youngest of the Ardent siblings. He was considered the quiet one, a recluse. The only one of his siblings he ever really talked to was Joan, and that only rarely. He greatly enjoyed his privacy.
    
    
    Kain was the first sibling to become interested in geeky things such as video games, comic books, and science fiction. Joan was the only other one to really ever be interested, which is probably why they grew close. Kain spent a lot of time taking extra science and technology courses.
    
    
    After college, Kain moved to Arkansas and got a job as a writer for a magazine. He met Eljya there, and, after three years of dating, they married. Shortly afterward, they got new jobs as IT technicians together. He recently took vacation time to visit his sister, and Eljya decided to tag along.
    
    
    
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    Kain has a slim, wiry build. His wavy shoulder-length hair is dark brown, and he has dark brown stubble on his face. He has round brown eyes that often look thoughtful. His face is skinny, like the rest of him, and makes him look younger than he is. He tends to wear a baggy white t-shirt, grey cargo pants, and dark grey sneakers. He has long, thin hands.
    
    
    
  
  
  
  Eljya Miranda Fen Ardent
  
  
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    Sex: Female
    
    
    Age: 28
    
    
    Height: 5'3"
    
    
    Weight: 118 lbs
    
    
    Ethnicity: African-American
    
    
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    Eljya was the only child of her parents, Martha Hyonne and Nathan Fen. Her parents never married, though Nathan did want marriage when they discovered Martha's pregnancy. Martha refused, and Nathan was barely able to convince her to have Eljya instead of opting for abortion. Martha left as soon as her daughter was born, leaving Nathan with the baby. He raised her as best as he could, trying to make up for his and Martha's mistakes. However, as the years passed, Nathan slipped into depression, and eventually committed suicide. Eljya was sixteen at the time.
    
    
    Eljya spent two years in a foster home before heading to college. She managed to struggle through and get the grades she wanted, but, by this time, the gentle girl was also struggling with depression. She felt like nobody cared about her. When she met Kain, she pushed him away at first. But he was persistent and concerned, and finally she let him in after she realized that he really cared. He's helped her make a slow recovery from her depression, and, currently, she is a joyful young woman who sees to others' needs first.
    
    
    
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    Eljya is youthful and has a petite build. Her curly black hair is often in a braid or ponytail, and she enjoys wearing a ballcap over it. Her large, round eyes are black and warm. Her skin is dark and soft, but shows signs of wear from long hours of work. She has a youthful, joyful face and always seems to be smiling. She tends to wear earth colors, such as green and brown. She prefers to wear tanktops, capri pants, and sandals.
    
    
    
  
  
  
  
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  Joan crept forward silently, smiling slightly to herself. She stopped just behind her brother, paused for a moment, then reached out and gently poked his shoulder before jumping away. Kain yelled and leaped out of his chair. He adopted a defensive posture as he spun around, and Joan burst into laughter when she saw the hostile expression on his face. She only laughed harder when that hostile expression turned into a completely bewildered one.
  
  
  "What the...Joan!" Kain sounded and looked completely fed up with her, which only caused Joan to laugh harder. She was bent double, leaning against the dining room wall to support herself. She tried to take deep breaths to relax herself, but every time she was almost calm, she would look at the indignant expression on Kain's face and start laughing all over again.
  
  
  "I'm-m sorry b-but you should h-have s-seen your f-FACE!" she finally spluttered out. She stood up and tried to pat her brother on the back, but he ducked away and glared at her. This sobered her up almost immediately.
  
  
  "Kain, seriously, I'm sorry, okay?" Her voice was low, and Kain stood there for a moment. Then he nodded, and Joan relaxed slightly. Then she frowned. There was still a worried expression on her brother's face.
  
  
  "Kain?" she whispered. He looked at her, saw the worry line between her eyebrows, and sighed.
  
  
  "It's Eljya. She's been really quiet lately, and, well, I'm worried that she..." He trailed off, and Joan put a gentle hand on his shoulder.
  
  
  "She's tough, Kain, and you're doing her more good than you know." Joan smiled slightly, rubbing Kain's shoulder gently with her thumb. "Want me to talk to her?" He nodded, and she pulled her hand away and moved out of the room as silently as she had come.

 

[Princess Ktyria]

Denelle Wakeisha

APPEARANCE


Denelle beautiful, curly black hair that is always kempt. She almost always wears it down, but on occasion if she needs to, it will be put up. She has almond shaped brown eyes that are never too narrow or wide and full lips that are placed evenly on her face. Her nose is long and narrow, widening out when it gets towards the lip. Her eyebrows are thin and smoothly arched. Surprisingly, her eyebrows don't attract a lot of hair since it all goes to her head, so they almost always remain that way. Her oval face has prominent cheek bones and a wide forehead and a jaw that gradually tapers towards the chin. She has a pear shaped figure, her bottom half being heavier than her top half. As for her body's condition, she is rather slender, but tall. Some calling her lanky because of her long limbs and tall torso.


GENERAL


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaNAME: Denelle Wakeisha


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAGE: 33


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaGENDER: Female


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHEIGHT: 5'8"/173 cm


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaWEIGHT: 163 lbs/73.9 kg


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaETHNICITY: Afro-Brazilian and Cherokee Native American


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHAIR COLOR: Black


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaEYE COLOR: Brown


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaOCCUPATION: Travel Guide - 8 years





PERSONALITY


Denelle is a very laid back woman. She can let some things slide, but others not so much. It just depends on the scenario. For the most part, she's cool, but the little things bother her. But although she is easygoing, she is also very perceptive to both people and what's happening around her. She has always been, even when she was little. She could identify if someone was lying by their expression or what they were doing. She could also easily see what emotion someone was feeling. And although she has never really put her skills in perceptiveness into work, she often does it for fun if she people-watches.


Another thing Denella is, is a great advice giver. Even though she may not have gone through the situation someone else has, she has a great mindset and she would put herself into the situation and tell the other person what she'd do- or, if it's obvious, she'd just straight up tell them what to do. She's, in all, just pretty nice and cool-headed, not afraid to speak what she wants to say.


HISTORY


WRITING SAMPLE


Denelle stood at the front of the school, waiting for her niece to run towards her and yell the cute name that Sana calls her. "Auntie-Elle!" a young voice says as she saw her sprint towards her. The woman gasps and grins, kneeling down and giving her a large bear hug. 'Auntie-Elle' immediately picks her up and carries her on her hip, asking, "How was your day, princess?" She asks, looking over at her as she walks towards the car. "Oooooh! It was so fun!" She started, "When we were coloring, Ryan colored me a picture! And..." As the young girl went on about her day, Denelle listened intently, smiling brightly and laughing at the funny parts, wondering what her life would be like if she didn't have her wonderful niece in her life.


Once she finished and Denelle buckled her into the car, she gave her a kiss on the forehead and said, "I love you so much, princess." She said, pulling away and closing the door, climbing into the drivers seat, and hearing, "I love you too, Auntie-Elle..." as she started her car. "I'd never trade this for anything." She thought as they pulled out of the school's parking lot.

Sana Bello

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NAME: Amara Bello


AGE: 6


GENDER: Female


HEIGHT: 3'5"/106.7 cm


WEIGHT: 53 lbs/24 kg


HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown


EYE COLOR: Brown


RELATIONSHIP: Amara is Denelle's niece whom her adopted sister left her in charge of. When her "sister" realized that she wasn't fit to take care of her daughter, she asked Denelle to take care of Sana. Of course, without hesitation, she took her in and raised her as her own.