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Crescentia - full name unknown.


Nicknames/Aliases:


Prefers the nickname Cress.


Age:


Fifteen.


Date of Birth:


April 13th.


Zodiac:


Aries.


Gender:


Female.


Traits:


Cress is the exact opposite of what anyone wanted her to be, and she prides herself on the fact. With a short temper and a sharp tongue, she always has a few snappy insults tucked up her sleeve and is very sassy, not to mention extremely independent and defiant. Tell her to do something, and her first reaction will be to do the polar opposite. She lacks any form of tact and is bitter as a sort of self-defense mechanism, very headstrong and stubborn. Though not exceptionally bright, she's far from dumb and is quick-witted and resourceful, coming with unlikely solutions to every problem she's presented with, solutions that often depend on athleticism and luck rather than logic and strategy. Though gruff, she's also roguishly charming, what with her cheeky and tough demeanor. Stealthy and manipulative when she wants to be, she's got magnificent skill when it comes to weaving together half-truths and falsehoods to create a believable story. Though she could definitely be described as ruthless, willing to do whatever is necessary to get what she wants or protect someone she loves, perfectly willing to kill if she thinks she needs to, she's also loyal to a fault and, to some degree, noble. She'd throw herself in front of a bullet before she let someone she cared for, which there are admittedly very few of, be hurt, but would also sacrifice the lives of however many people are necessary to keep those beloved few safe. In short, imagine a tiny, underfed, terrified bunny sitting in a ring of thorns - that bunny is Cress. Beneath the flippant and defensive exterior, she suffers from chronic insecurity and depression, living every day in fear and blaming herself for every bit of misfortune that has befallen her loved ones.


Appearance:


Crescentia, or Cress, is not absolutely gorgeous by many standards, but is attractive in her own right, though she'd probably be more so with a few steady meals. A little too thin and a little too mean, her pretty face is often pulled into a scowl, a frown on her lips and her brows furrowed. She has an oval shaped face with peachy skin and faded freckles scattered across her cheeks. She has a simple straight nose and pink lips, though her eyes are, in her opinion, her best feature. Large and expressive, they're a lovely shade of emerald green in color, framed by long eyelashes. She has straight auburn hair that reaches her shoulders, often tied back into a ponytail for the sake of convenience. A notable scar runs through her eyebrow, joined on her body by the ones scattered across her arms, stomach, back and legs. It can be noted that, more often than not, she is covered in bruises, scrapes and, as a result, a multitude of band aids. One of the most notable markings, however, is the deep cut on her right wrist, just beneath the bar code tattooed on her skin, the phrase S09: Crescentia stamped between the bar code and the scar. Her clothes are never name brand, and her style consists mostly of graphic t-shirts, shorts or jeans, overalls, and either combat boots or converse.


Sexuality:


Biromantic and demisexual, but not entirely aware of this yet.


Likes:


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Stars.


x Nature.


x Animals.


x Freedom.


x Her strength.


Dislikes:


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Blood.


x Bruises.


x Isolation.


x Authority.


x Deep water.


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Cress has had her first kiss, believe it or not.


x Alongside her strength, Cress has incredible aim.


x Cress has a sailor's mouth, despite being pretty young.


x Due to being unable to swim, Cress is deeply afraid of water.


x Cress never goes anywhere without her pocket knife, and has recently stolen a gun.


Biography:


The life Cress has led is an exceptionally tragic one. Orphaned at a young age, she was taken in by a man with less than moral intentions. Named Christopher Callaghan, he was part of a group of scientists running illegal experiments to see if they could alter the natural abilities of humans and create what were essentially super-humans. They had more than one base scattered throughout the United States, though Cress was raised in the one stationed in South Carolina. There were fifteen children total in the facility, ten scientists, and thirty people who worked as security personnel. The conditions were not deplorable, but they weren't favorable either, the facility consisting of two dining rooms, a kitchen, four bathrooms, twelve bedrooms, twenty testing chambers, and four major laboratories. However, out of the forty-three rooms in the facility, the subjects only had access to one of the dining rooms, two of the bathrooms (one for the male subjects and one for the female), two of the bedrooms (again split by gender, set up with simple brass bunk beds), and the testing chambers and laboratories when they were being experimented on, which led to subjects associating the test chambers and laboratories with pain and thus not liking to have to visit them. They also had a single hour outside everyday in an area of the yard enclosed by electric fencing that created a dome around the area. Although the conditions were tolerable, the treatment from the scientists were not. The subjects were beaten when they misbehaved, subjected to brutal and painful experiments, and were sometimes starved and locked away in private chambers as punishment for severe misdemeanors. Three of the fifteen subjects were driven insane by the treatment, and were locked in their testing chambers permanently. Each child was given a unique ability, and Cress's is that she possesses super strength.


It's understandable that growing up in such a horrible environment deeply and negatively effected Cress, leaving her with trust issues and deep insecurities. She has trouble forming bonds and is extremely paranoid, constantly expecting to be harmed by anyone larger than her and therefore flinching away from any form of physical contact from anyone she doesn't know well. She didn't make many friends in the facility, considering her hotheaded nature got her in trouble frequently and no one wanted to receive punishment due to being associated with her and the problems she caused. However, she was able to make on extremely strong friendship with a girl about her age named Priska. They met at approximately seven years old, when Cress came back from an especially harsh punishment with many bruises, as well as cuts on her cheek and knee. Priska, who was gifted with psychic healing, tentatively approached Cress, who was crying tears of anger and pain, requesting that the girl let her heal her wounds. Though reluctant to trust anyone, the injuries hurt, so Cress reluctantly agreed. Priska had knelt beside her, pressing her hands to the wounds and healing them with a faint glow and a gentle warmth. They chatted while the injuries healed, and though it was awkward at first, they were the only potential friends each other had, and mutual loneliness drew them together. Despite being polar opposites, they grew close and formed an unbreakable bond. As they grew older, their friendship began to transform into something more, touches beginning to linger and cheeks growing red whenever their gazes met. They managed to escape for a total of three days when they were fourteen, but giddy with their freedom, instead of going to the police, as they should have, they spent the three days at a visiting carnival, sneaking onto rides and stealing cotton candy. It was there that they shared their first kiss. Unfortunately, the best day of their lives had hardly finished when they were captured again and returned to the facility.


Furious that the two of them had worked together to escape, the scientists decided the best thing they could do to prevent such a thing from happening again was separate them. They sent Priska out to a facility in Arizona, leaving Cress reeling from the loss of her only friend in the whole place. It took a whole year for her to manage to escape again, taking nothing but the bare minimum of rations and a map to the other facility from a small town in Arizona. Once again, instead of going to the police, Cress set out on her own, convinced that if she went to the police and exposed the whole thing, her and Priska would be separated once again. Though she knew it was awful, she didn't care enough about the others back at her facility to risk having Priska taken away from her to save them all. For the past month or so, she's been traveling on her own, determined to walk all the way to Arizona and save Priska.


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Name: Paul Auden Whitman


Nicknames/Aliases: Peter Evens, Tim Colcock, Bobby Winterson, Adrian Stevens


Age: 43


Date of Birth: August 8th, 1973


Zodiac: Leo


Gender: Male


Traits: The man's appearance much fits his day-to-day personality; Paul is rude, abrupt, blunt and to the point, with very little tempering to his shorter-than-average temper. Although far from stupid, he much prefers to solve problems with his fists- a trait that his teachers used to bemoan, before he was expelled. That is not to say, however, that he cannot use subtlety and wit to get out of a situation- simply that he would rather give off the 'big and stupid' vibe to throw his enemies off. His experience as a drug dealer (and criminal in general; he wasn't picky with his crimes) has taught him better than to trust anyone, and he keeps most, if not all, of his associates at a distance. Although his sharp wit gives him no end of snarky retorts, he usually keeps quiet, preferring a stony silence to any sharp reply. If he feels the situation deserves it, however, he can and will surprise people with a sudden snarky reply. He feels little to no remorse for the victims of his crimes- although (hopefully) not a sociopath, Paul had never found any of his victims to be particularly pitiable. He is quick to think of solutions to problems, and illegal as most may be they are also usually quite efficient in getting the intended purpose accomplished- as long as you don't look at how his plans might affect outside factors.


He's left more than one house burned down, in his attempts to escape or confuse his enemies.


Yet there is another side to Paul, one he rarely lets people see. To those he cares about (current count: zero) he is a fiercely protective person, willing to do whatever is necessary to keep them alive and happy. When it comes to protecting family and friends, he has very little in the way of limits. He also has a soft spot for the defenseless, and the downtrodden- although, again, that is something he will certainly never admit.


Appearance: Paul could very well have been a linebacker in his earlier days; with his tall and broad frame, wide shoulders, defined torso- although less so these days, as his diet has decreased in quality and his stress levels have increased (while he still looks intimidating, his form isn't as defined as it once was)- and runner's legs he certainly fits the bill. His dark hair- a shade somewhere between black and brown where it hadn't been peppered while from stress, depending on light and cleanliness- and sharp, almost hawk-like ultramarine eyes dispel any thought that he might be a gentle giant- rather, his stance and expression, more often than not, remind one of a predator, or a dangerous thug. There is usually a frown, or something near to it, gracing his less-than-clean-shaven face and furrowing his brow. He's learned not to fake a smile- the last time he tried that, he ended up scaring the person he had meant to charm. He has several scars across his body, most of which are concealed, and it's clear his nose has been broken several times. The most notable of the scars he have are a shallow one across his right cheek that stretches from just under his eye to about an inch from his nose, a slash across his left collarbone, a scar on the front and back of his hand where a bullet passed through- luckily enough not damaging much, although he can't move the fingers of that hand as deftly as he can his left one-, and three deep gashes across his stomach that are almost always covered by clothes.


Sexuality: After several years of experimentation, Paul has figured out that he is asexual, and aromantic as well- although he has tried, several times, to form a relationship with various different people of all genders in an attempt to both blend in and figure out who he is, he has found he has neither the drive or the desire to do so.


Likes (3+):

  • Driving
  • Quiet
  • Money
  • Storms
  • Weaponry
  • Animals, more specifically cats


Dislikes (3+):

  • Spiders (they creep him out)
  • Oranges, as well as most citrus fruit. The only one he can stand is satsumas.
  • Not knowing the full story
  • Heights
  • Politics
  • Debates
  • Gossip
  • Being lied to


Random Facts (3-5):

  • Paul likes children, although he never plans on having any himself.
  • Paul is left-handed.
  • Thunderstorms, although a pain to drive in, are one of the few things he finds regularly amazing.
  • He's had a gun- a simple 9mm. Glock- since he was nineteen, and although illegal he's never managed to lose track of it.
  • The trunk of his battered silver compact car has a false bottom; underneath is where he stores all his illicit weapons and other criminal paraphernalia.
  • His false IDs, however, stay in the glove box.


Biography: Looking back on his life, Paul couldn't really blame his upbringing as what had turned him on to the criminal life. He lived in a normal, if rather bland, home; with two older sibling, and a working mother and father, he lived the average family life, complete with breakfast before school, sibling fights, and unbearably boring homework. He admittedly didn't get to see too much of his parents- both left for work before dawn, and although they always managed to make breakfast for him and his two sisters they were both home long after curfew was set. That meant there was little to no parental presence for Paul and his siblings, until the weekend rolled around- and all three took advantage of the fact ruthlessly.


Lisa, the eldest sister, would go out partying nearly every night, sometimes not coming home until nearly three in the morning, makeup mussed and breath reeking of things Paul would rather not think about. Although she gained quite the reputation around school, she managed to keep her grades even enough that her parents never wondered what was going on. Ella, the middle child, never garnered much of a reputation, and never bothered to tell her siblings what she was doing- but from how little she was home, Paul could only assume that she, too, had her illicit habits.


And what did Paul do, left alone in an empty house most days?


Well, naturally, he turned to crime.


His reasoning was more out of boredom than anything else- much like his sisters, the idea of idling in a house all day after school did not appeal to him, and although he had friends, they were not the type one would regularly hang out with. So he took to wandering the streets, and in time met a far more unsavory crowd than he had ever seen in his own picket-fence-and-sedan neighborhood. In fact, he almost ended up getting mugged by them- but an arrangement was made, and he found himself the almost unwitting member of a group of youths so small in numbers it could hardly be called a gang.


His 'jobs' from his newest group of friends started small, of course- stealing a candy bar from the local grocer, egging an empty house- quiet things, things that would cause little trouble for either party if Paul was caught. But as the group grew in numbers, so did its audacity and ambition, and the heists began to get more and more dangerous, the stakes higher each time. Paul loved it- it was the most exciting thing he had done in his life-, and soon enough he was a prominent member in the gang.


Unfortunately, unlike his sisters, Paul did not have the skill to balance his own illicit activities with his schoolwork, and soon enough he became the 'trouble child' of the family. Things only seemed to go downhill from there, and the only place Paul could truly find solace was in his gang's hideout, where the people there treated him like family, even when his own was furious at him for behaving like he was. Eventually, he turned eighteen, dropped out of high school, and left his family to join his gang. Things went well for him, for a while. By that time his gang was robbing banks and selling drugs, and Paul was hooked- both figuratively and literally. His life was stable, for a bit- well, as stable as a gang member can get. Then, unfortunately, he rose too near the top of the gang's hierarchy, and one of the rivals for power tried to kill him.


He had to flee for his life to avoid death. Hooked on heroin and with no place to go, Paul took his (stolen) car and drove until he passed out.


He awoke three states over, with no memory of half the drive and the need to get his drug of choice biting at the back of his mind like an incessant itch he couldn't reach. Knowing nothing of the town he was parked outside of, it took quite some time to find the parts of town where one might find a dealer, and even longer to find one that would accept what little money he had to offer. It was difficult to start over with only what he had grabbed- but if he had known how often he would end up doing so, then he would have started keeping emergency packs in his car sooner. As it was, it took nearly six years for him to establish a profitable method of living- mainly, setting up for a short time in a town, selling what he could, then running before his ever-growing crowd of enemies and people he had double-crossed caught up to him. A shortage in both supplies and cash for a few years forced Paul to wean himself off the drugs he had been using- and it was far from an easy process. However, he managed, and found business to be far more profitable after he had.


He changed cars several times throughout his life, before finally settling on a (sort of) legally-bought compact car, one he spent a risky two weeks in the same town having modified before he judged it suitable for his long-term use. He currently lives out of his car, with infrequent stops in motels and laundromats to keep himself and his clothes clean and at least somewhat presentable.


Extra Information: To be developed.
 

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