Ghost's Noisy ones

[Ghost Raziel]

yeah the little bastards are gonna go up here

[Ghost Raziel]

Legal Name: Raziel
Nickname: Ghost, Ghosty, Ghostypants
Age: 22
Race: Atlantean
Gender: Male
Orientation: straight
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120 Lbs
Hair Colour: Chestnut Brown
Eye Colour: Emerald Green
Skin Tone: fleshtoned
Build: Athletic
Usual Clothing Style: Baggy pants, tight fitting sleeveless tshirt in black, loose fitting blue hoodie, skate shoes and headphones
Complete Description: Ghost get's his build from years of fighting, while he isn't without his scars there are few including a prominent one on his right cheekbone just under his eye, he keeps his hair at a medium length often making him look shaggy, for him this is short hair.

Ghost's shoes are terribly worn out, and almost all colour has faded and been covered by dirt, his pants are made of a denim like material for durability, with four pockets suspended (2 on each leg) his hoodie is still some how in wonderful condition, the rest of his clothes are threadbare and patched repeatedly

(minus the braid)

Strengths:
+Patience of mountains
+loyal to a fault
+Kind

Weaknesses:
+Full of self doubt
+Complete lack of self concern
+Stubborn

Likes:
+Music
+Twinkies
+his sword

Dislikes:
+Injuries
+brussel sprouts
+holier than thou attitudes

Goals:
+Survive
+Keep Sharde from Getting himself killed
+find a home

Fears:
-Being alone
-harm befalling his "family"
-broken Headphones

Overall Personality: Ghost is generally quiet and soft spoken, speaking up only when what he has to say is important, or when he is forced too. He focuses almost too hard on protecting those he surrounds himself with and not nearly enough on keeping himself alive. He regards Sharde as a brother and their battle chemistry shows it. He often finds himself in leadership positions and hates it. Do not think he is a push over because he is quiet.

Accent: Canadian
Languages Spoken: English

Family: Parents (both deceased) Sharde, Arly

Other Records: Ghost was a wanderer at first, wandering from town to village protecting all those he came across, after a brief misunderstanding with what was left of the military he decides to aid them in the battle against the echoe in exchange for a roof and some food. while he is not actually military personel many of the soldiers regard him as well as Sharde, arly and anna as commanding officers.

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"So look in my eyes..."

"what will you leave behind once you've gone..."

[Ghost Raziel]

Legal Name: Kitsune Kyuubi
Nickname: Kitsu, Kaito
Age: 20
Race: Half bred Demon Fox
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight


Height: 5'8"
Weight: 132lbs.
Hair Colour: medium brown
Eye Colour: Shifting
Skin Tone: tanned
Build: well toned Athletic
Usual Clothing Style: anything that fits, more than likely tattered and barely together
Complete Description: kitsu while being rather kind isn't taken to well by others, his body is covered in many scars that were at one time deadly injuries that should have killed him. he has never had new clothing, nor does he have the money to buy new clothes so he often ends up dumpster diving, usually sticking to old wife beaters and blue jeans, he never wears shoes or socks.


Strengths:
+ Extremely fast healing
+ Playful
+ Protective

Weaknesses:
- one track mind
- Get's extremely hungry after healing
- a bit easy to intimidate

Likes:
+ Shrimp Dumplings
+ Girls
+ Djing

Dislikes:
- his mother
- crying
- being an outcast

Goals:
+ to be accepted
+ destroy his father
+ find happyness

Fears:
- his father

Overall Personality: Kitsu is a very go lucky guy, which is surprising if you consider how he was raised, he favours the company of women as they hardly see him as a threat. he often gets compared to a pet and he's ok with this since he knows no better. he will risk his life to protect his friends and he's been putting off the day he has to kill his father

Accent: none
Languages: English
Affluence: dirt poor
Family: his mother, Kitsune Kyuubi

Other Records: Kitsu went to a highschool where demons halfbreeds and humans were supposed to learn in harmony, of course this did not happen, and instead of joining one of the two factions that formed, he continued on, ignoring the gangs as they grew, eventually being forced to fight. after highschool he disappeared for a great number of years, returning eventually covered in more scars, three especially deep ones across his chest and stomach.

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"Oh man..."

"That's a really big gun..."

[Ghost Raziel]

Legal Name: Cyriaque L'Vie
Nickname: Cy
Age: 23
Race: human
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight


Height: 6'
Weight: 152lbs.
Hair Colour: Chestnut Brown
Eye Colour: dark green
Skin Tone: tan
Build: Slender Athletic
Usual Clothing Style: tight jeans, tight shirts and long flowing jackets with fingerless sport gloves
Complete Description: Cy is of average height with dark shaggy hair, which adds to a rather unkempt appearance. It takes a great deal of effort on Viva's part to get him to shave. He preffers to wear fingerless sports gloves "because they help me shoot" he also wears skate shoes that are terribly worn "because I can feel the ground better."



Strengths:
+ Persistant
+ creative
+ laid back

Weaknesses:
- Oblivious
- Easily Distracted
- has to be stoned to fight

Likes:
+ Twinkies
+ Weed
+ flintlock pistols

Dislikes:
- coffee
- valley girls
- repetitive events

Goals:
+ have fun
+ stay stoned
+ win a few fights

Fears:
- losing Viva
- becoming useless
- losing his aim

Overall Personality: Cy is a strange one, being stoned almost consistently to keep his shot near perfect, wether he shows it or not he's always making sure Viva is safe, he owes her that much. He does his best to keep from pissing her off, but has a bit of difficulty with it. Cy truly shines when faced with a challenge, his first being cast out by his family, and hey, he ain't doin so bad all things considered.

Accent: none
Languages Spoken: english and cussive
Affluence: near broke
Family: Viva

Other Records: Though Cy is older than Viva he is the least mature of the two, often causing a lot of strife for Viva by getting into trouble he likes to joke that he's gonna make her go grey early. Everything he does is done with best intentions in mind, though it rarely turns out that way. He likes to make sure that in the end everything works out

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"You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be..."

"you need people like me..."

[Ghost Raziel]

Legal Name: Brand Waike
Nickname: N/A
Age: 20
Race: Survivalist (special human), possibly atlantean, Unique
Gender: Male
Orientation: straight
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 132 Lbs
Hair Colour: Chestnut Copper
Eye Colour: Emerald Green
Skin Tone: tanned
Build: Athletic
Usual Clothing Style: Skate Shoes that he tries desperately to keep clean, Black or white shorts that seem far too thin to be any kind of warm and a sleeveless black t that fights his body like it was shrink wrapped to his frame, and a white hoodie, as well as a black beanie
Complete Description: Brand is an average sized young man who seems incapable of dying. Due to trying to survive he's a rather fit young man who stands at about 5'8" with dark hair and almost black eyes, he does his best to keep his clothes clean but the situation around him often does not allow for that, brand almost always wears a smirk when he's around people, often attaching himself to one specific member of any group



Strengths:
+ Intuitive
+ Strong Instincts
+ High Endurance

Weaknesses:
+ Insomniac
+ Unlucky with food
+ blames himself

Likes:
+ peaceful rest
+ cooked food
+ survivors

Dislikes:
+ complete silence
+ hospitals
+Winter

Goals:
+Live out a full life
+ Find food that doesn't make him sick
+ give society a second chance

Fears:
- getting shot
- getting Bitten
- getting killed by cooked food

Overall Personality: Brand chooses to hide his true emotions, forcing himself to be positive. He often turns to sarcasm when he's nervous and he very rarely feels fear, if he does do as he says, his intuition is almost never wrong, but at the same time it's never aligned with logic. Cy eventually learns he has magic and is something called a Unique making him somewhat more cocky, but not without good reason

Accent: None
Languages Spoken: English
Family: all destroyed by one plague or another


POSTING FORMAT:

"HAHAHAHA..."

"...WIPE OUT"

[Ghost Raziel]

Legal Name: Killian
Nickname: Lian
Age: 24
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight


Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145 lbs.
Hair Colour: Dark dark brown
Eye Colour: grey
Skin Tone: Tanned
Build: borders on muscular
Usual Clothing Style: Leather armor and cloth pants with leather boots
Complete Description: Lian keeps his hair at medium length, short enough to be out of his eyes, long enough to hang with a part down the middle. His body is toned and muscled from years of fighting at his fathers sideand he almost always wears his armor and is prepared for battle, he's very agile and is a natural free runner and practitioner of Parkour.


Strengths:
+ Healthy body
+ Suffers from Ataraxia
+ doesn't hesitate

Weaknesses:
- doesn't always think things through
- Suffers from Ataraxia
- Lacks concern for his own safety

Likes:
+ Lutes
+ Mead
+ Comraderie

Dislikes:
- Wine
- Slipping
- sandals

Goals:
+ unknown

Fears:
- The death of his comrades
- His Sword breaking
- growing weak

Overall Personality: Lian is a kind soul, but a warrior none the less. He's quiet but not timid, he's a very polite young man, doing his best to make his father proud. His faith can only be found in himself and his abilities, not some god. For some odd reason he adapted to the modern world well, while refusing to change his style of dress. He is always very very homesick and welcomes any distraction he can find

Accent: Ancient
Languages: Common, Persian, Greek
Affluence: moderate
Family: His father, his brother (deceased)

Other Records: N/A

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"Standin on the ledge..."

"Show the wind how to fly..."

[Ghost Raziel]

Legal Name: Tristan
Nickname: Trightan, Tri, Tristram
Age: unknown (appears to be roughly 40)
Race: Demi-God
Gender: Male
Orientation: Uninterested


Height: 6'2"
Weight: 175lbs.
Hair Colour: Blond
Eye Colour: white
Skin Tone: Tanned
Build: Muscular
Usual Clothing Style: Plate Armor, Light Robes
Complete Description: Often found drinking Tristan dresses in the old ways out of some deep hidden desire for the way things used to be. He walks barefoot unless he's wearing his plate armor. It's extremely rare to find him in modern clothes, but not completely unheard of.


Strengths:
+ Some Magic
+ Excellent Combat Skills
+ Almost Immortal

Weaknesses:
- Sucks terribly at magic
- Extremely Traditional combat skills
- Can still die

Likes:
+ Classical Music
+ Alchohol
+ Pork roasted on a spit

Dislikes:
- Twinkies
- TV
- Cars

Goals:
+ find a way back through time

Fears:
- Life
- Emotions
- Pain

Overall Personality: Tristan is an alchoholic, and he knows it. He doesn't plan on doing anything about it "it keeps the demons at bay". He has lived for a great many lifetimes, and wishes to continue no longer. He is often quite depressed or sad, though he does try to hide this. He is not terribly fond of Cy.

Accent: N/A
Languages: any and all that are required
Affluence: all the riches of men, and none of the riches of men
Family: None

Other Records: N/A

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"Ladies and gentlemen..."

"we are floating through space..."

[Ghost Raziel]

Legal Name: Aya larou
Nickname: N/A
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Orientation: Indifferent
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 98lbs.
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Electric Blue
Skin Tone: Pale
Build: Slender
Usual Clothing Style:
Aya likes light and airy clothes, that are also comfortable and allow for free movement when she does her excersises. Aya keeps her hair long because she has a bad habit of playing with it when she's nervous, she can hold her own in a fight but she's still a frail young thing. Aya has a faded Green sweater that she wears over anything else she may be wearing.



Strengths:
+ Quick hands
+ Unassuming appearance
+ Very generous

Weaknesses:
+ terribly shy
+ Weak bone structure
+ light weight

Likes:
+ Kitsu
+ popcorn
+ good vibes

Dislikes:
+ Bad hair days
+ being Shy
+ being easy to throw

Goals:
+ Stop being so shy
+ become a better fighter
+ actually tell someone her hobby

Fears:
- someone discovering her hobby
- become more shy
- miss class again

Overall Personality:
Aya is a very shy girl with a bit of a mean streak, she was adopted by japanes parents and grew up in a semi traditional Japanese home, explains why she's so shy, however the mother demanded that her daughter was able to defend herself, so Aya's father taught her everything he knew. She's moved out now and while she still keeps in close contact with her parents she's finding life on her own very different from what she expected.

Accent: none
Languages Spoken: English, japanese, and by choice some ukrainian

Family: Father (employed) mother (also employed)
Other Records: (to be filled)

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"I won't lie down..."

"While you walk away..."

[Ghost Raziel]

Legal Name: Johnas Ra'Fell
Nickname: John
Age: 31
Race: Human/ necromancer/ summoner
Gender: Male
Orientation: he despises all beings equally
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 165lbs.
Hair Colour: White
Eye Colour: Gray
Skin Tone: tanned
Build: athletic
Usual Clothing Style: White Canvas with leather bands, long flowing sleeves, chain decorations and steel full finger rings with sharpened tips
Complete Description:


Strengths:
+ Powerful necromancer/ summoner
+ quick thinker
+ easily absorbs new spells

Weaknesses:
+ Impatient
+ easily angered
+ really impatient

Likes:
+ death screams
+ the satisfying sensation of a blade entering his victim
+ The hunt

Dislikes:
+ Losing his prey
+ Pretending to be nice
+ many many other things

Goals:
+ Kill everything
+ learn as many spells as possible
+ Summon the dead god of evil

Fears:
- Being captured
- Coming to like the presence of another
- losing his ability to kill

Overall Personality: John is simply a douche, he enjoys killing far more than any being should. He has no patience for idiots, and this keeps him from hiring minions, he also has trouble not destroying minions he's summoned. He can't work in groups very well nor does he have any desire too.

Accent: N/a
Languages Spoken: Magick, English, True Kithenican (a dead language most speak common)

Family: Father (killed by john) Mother (killed by john) Brother (killed by john) two sisters (both raped then killed by john)

Other Records: N/A

POSTING FORMAT:

"You scared...?"

"You should be..."

[Ghost Raziel]

Legal Name: Sprocket Everclang
Nickname: N/A
Age: 43
Race: Gnome
Gender: Male
Orientation: Machines and mechanical things


Height: 3'7"
Weight: 87lbs.
Hair Colour: engine grease
Eye Colour: bright blue
Skin Tone: Dirt and grime
Build: Slightly Heavy
Usual Clothing Style:

Strengths:
+ good with tools
+ focused on his work
+ uses creative solutions

Weaknesses:
- too focused on his work
- completely single minded
- sometimes uses parts from things he shouldn't

Likes:
+ Machines
+ Tools
+ blue prints

Dislikes:
- Broken tools
- rusty metal
- wooden components

Goals:
+ to Build a Gnomish masterpiece
+ To have that masterpiece work
+ to have that masterpiece do what it's supposed to

Fears:
- loosing his favorite wrench
- misreading important blue prints
- his tool belt breaking

Overall Personality:

Accent: Gnomish
Languages Spoken: Common, english, Gnome
Affluence: I have no time for money, I have to work
Family: off in some workshop somewhere

Other Records: N/A

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[Ghost Raziel]

Legal Name: Draco Rivven
Nickname: N/A
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: male
Orientation: not known


Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair Colour: Sandy Brown
Eye Colour: Green
Skin Tone: almost pale
Build: slender/ the light side of athletic
Usual Clothing Style: Suits, dress shirts, ascots, ties, dress shoes

Complete Description:
Draco is what some would call steam punk, at least in this day and age, and he truly lives it as a life style. Draco is also a trained samurai, working as a mercenary. Draco has excellent manners easily equalling that of a victorian british man. Draco carries two swords, one with a name he can not remember, the other a cursed blade named May Belle, this blades curse causes the wielders body to decay and decompose rapidly, it does not affect Draco due to the mechanical army he recieved after an accident during his training.


Strengths:
+ Handy with a sword
+ Polite
+ Mechanical arm

Weaknesses:
- Mechanical arm
- Refuses to use guns
- is sometimes too honorable

Likes:
+ His job
+ His swords
+ Keeping a good appearance

Dislikes:
- Cigarette Smoke
- Looking unkempt

Goals:
+ Remember the name of his blade
+ Live to retire
+ find a better arm

Fears:
- leaving a bad impression

Overall Personality: Polite and proper, Draco very rarely loses his temper, and when he does it can still be difficult to tell. Draco tries to stay on the bright side of the dark side, which is often where his work takes him.
Accent: None
Languages: English
Affluence: moderate
Family: unknown

Other Records: It is not well known how Draco's mechanical arm works, His sword May Belle is also cursed

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