[SU/D] Seekers of Power

Message from the author: A few things before we begin. I know I said that I wanted to keep this small, and I do. However, if this begins to get popular, I will allow others to join if they so wish. To ensure that things go smoothly, any character not posting regularly will be killed off. If they were important to the RP, I’ll work around that by either taking control of their character or finding other ways to write them off. So, if you want to have a continued purpose in this RP, post.

Furthermore, I expect you all to discuss in this thread. Not sure where things are going? Post. Work out plans with other characters. Talk to them and cooperate. Don’t “Rambo” the RP. I do hold the right to godmod your character if you start getting out of control as well. However, I don’t think I’ll have to use this. We’ll see.

One more thing… as far as posts go, I’m not expecting long novel-like posts. But I also will not tolerate short posts that consist of little more than a paragraph. Also, I expect the grammar to be top notch. Nothing is more annoying that having to translate a post to acceptable grammar while you’re trying to read it. I understand that we’re not perfect, but please try and stay on your toes when it comes to grammar. Also: FORMATTING, MOTHERFUCKER, DO YOU USE IT?! Paragraphs consist of 4-6 sentences, not 25-30 sentences. No one likes a wall of text.


Premise: The story takes place in the fictional city of New Bedford, USA (for climate purposes we’ll say it’s on the east coast). The date is January 13th, 2013 and the city is rather cold and it snows just about every day. During the previous month of December 2012, the prediction of the world ending, of course, went completely passed and nothing of significant importance happened at all. Despite making a lot of people look rather foolish, it did manage to do something else. Hardly anyone noticed it at all.

A certain group of people started feeling sharp pains within them. Normally, this only happened once, perhaps twice a year. During the month of December and after these individuals have felt this phenomenon more and more. Sometimes this is to the point of where it’s happened multiple times a day. The feeling is a deep feeling of loss for some, and for others the feeling is a loss of an annoyance. It tends to differ with each individual.

The people in question can be seen as special, and their existence isn’t very known at all; even to themselves. Each of these people has a gift; an ability that they can use however they wish. Some know of their ability and can use it well. Others don’t have such a grasp on it. Each of these people has gotten their abilities in different ways. Some have had theirs given to them. Others have been forced into theirs. Some have even found and taken them by force.

However, there exists a small group of people who make hunting these people down and killing them a sport. These people call themselves “Seekers” and want nothing more than to wipe those with power off the face of the planet. Yet it seems that recently they’ve been out to kidnap them rather than kill them. Their methods are rather unknown by everyone except for themselves. But they do have skill in capturing most that hold a power.

Our story begins on midnight, the beginning of January 13th. The sky is dark as no moon is out and the cold is enough to make the most hardened person shiver.


The Holders: These are the people that hold an ability. The ability in question can be nearly anything. From shooting lightning from one’s fingertips to rendering themselves invisible. There exists many of these people, and their abilities are as vast and different as the many people of the world. Each of them are invincible; meaning that they cannot die a natural death. However, they can still be killed. Injuries heal quicker than most, but most certainly not instantly. Anyone can be a Holder, all they must do is be given a power. The only way to do this is for the Holder of an ability to give up their power to someone else. One Holder can have multiple powers.

Note: This does not mean that all Holders are on the same side. In fact, many are more than open to the idea of torturing other Holders for their power.

The Seekers: The individuals are highly skilled at what they do: tracking down and killing Holders. For the longest time these people have simply been killing Holders. However, when they learned that the powers from a Holder simply jump from one person to the next as they’re killed, they’ve taken to kidnapping them. Their bodies are typically never found. People that have been captured by a Seeker are typically never seen again. Despite not having powers, they have proven time and time again that they are a force to be reckoned with. Their weapons are typically man made inventions designed to combat Holders. (Example: Staffs that generate electricity and fire at the target)

Note: This does not mean that all Seekers are against Holders. Many simply seek so they may gain the powers of a Holder for themselves.

Abilities: The abilities of a Holder are what make them special. You will never find two Holders with the same ability. Some are offensive and not to be trifled with. Others are defensive and not to be attacked. Others are simply helpful, while others are merely passive.

Character Template (AKA: That part where you’re really going to hate me):
One last thing: Due to the nature of this RP, as your characters are being made, I’ll be attempting to give each of you a good part to play. Meaning, everyone that makes a Holder will be given certain details that people who make a Seeker will not get and vice versa. Meaning, the story isn’t completely thought up yet. I need to figure out the characters I will be working with first.

Have fun.

Name: Alyss Aldan

Title/Alias: N/A

Alignment: Neutral Good

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: December 3rd

Place of Birth: London, England

Current Residence: New Bedford

Resides With: No one

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Race: Caucasian

Nationality: British

Sexual Orientation: Lesbian

Weight: 105 pounds

Height: Five feet, four inches

Skin Tone: Extremely pale

Eye Color: Emerald green

Hair Color: Ruby red

Appearance (picture/s):

Blood Type: O-

Body Type: Slender

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Personality: Most people describe Alyss as being a spoiled brat, and to be honest they’re completely right. She is rather used to getting what she wants when she wants it, and is not very used to taking “no” for an answer. The vast majority of people find Alyss to be a pain to be around. Her social skills are rather… non-existent. She will tell you what she thinks and most of the time it’s nothing good. She doesn’t really like other people due to the fact that she hasn’t had much experience with other people. She smart, so she views anyone who can’t think on her level to be a waste of time.

She likes to think rather logically, but finds herself unable to do so if she’s being rushed or panicked. While she is cold to most people, she doesn’t have the capacity to be horrible to them. Under no circumstances could she ever bring herself to harm someone. If one can actually manage to get around her somewhat bitter, cold, and bratty personality, they can find a loyal friend in there somewhere.

When placed up against someone willing to harm her, most find she’ll either run or fold up. It’s not hard to scare her into that kind of situation. Until that point, most people simply leave her alone. As stated earlier, she can be a very loyal friend, but it's learning how to get close to her that can be hard. She expects the absolute worst out of people and as such cannot see a good reason at all for getting to know anyone.

She is terrified of any things that most would consider silly. She is afraid of open flames, water that she can't see the bottom of (dirty lakes and things of that nature, a muddy puddle wouldn't have an effect on her), spiders, bugs, random loud noises (thunder especially), and being publicly humiliated. Yet, even then, she refuses to accept the help of other people. She tries to be independent even when she knows she can't be.

If one were looking forward to getting on her good side, they would do well to bring up anything that she actually likes. Some of her favorite things are cats, chicken alfredo, and butterscotch candies. However, anyone attempting to actually get to the point of dating her would be very hard pressed in doing so. No one has ever successfully gotten to that point.

First Impression: Most will find her to be extremely bratty when they first meet her.

Distinguishing Marks: She has a small triangle shaped birthmark right in the middle of her spine in the small of her back.

Religion/Spiritual Views: Atheist

Political Affiliation: Technocrat

Style: As pictured above, Alyss wears fancy clothing. She enjoys being dressed for success and will not tolerate to wear clothes that show skin below her neck, save for her arms. Her hair is always let back and can be a tangled mess at times. When perfectly straight, her hair goes all the way down to her lower back; almost touching her bottom.

Attire: As pictured above, she wears a rather loose white shirt (she doesn’t enjoy tight clothing) with another, smaller, white undershirt under it. The sleeves go past her elbow but stop at her forearm. Around her neck she wears a stringy tie-like accessory. Her skirt is rather long and goes all the way down to her ankles. Below her skirt she wears a pair of thick, pitch black stockings that are nigh impossible to see through. The skirt itself is brown.

Special Talents/Abilites: Strangely enough, and unknown to most people, Alyss is a rather good cook.

Weapons: n/a

Strengths: Her mind. She can think light on her feet if need be, and is incredibly intelligent.

Weaknesses: Due to her small stature, she’s rather fragile. A well placed punch would knock her out. She is also prone to panic attacks when she is placed in a situation where she has no control. When she was younger, she was prone to asthma attacks, but hasn't had one in years.

Vitality : (Read Weaknesses)



Speed : Being as small as she is does have its advantages, though. She can run rather quickly.


Stamina : However, she can’t maintain it for long. Another part of being small is that she simply doesn’t have muscles, or the muscle endurance to run fast for long.


Reflexes : Tying into her small stature is her ability to dodge. It’s nothing fancy as she’s not a fighter. But she can dodge quickly if need be.


Fighting Style : Not one to fight, she tries her best to run at all times if faced with opposition. She’s trained somewhat in fencing… but due to the lack of rapier, it’s not like it helps her much.


Weapons : n/a


Magic : Her ability is the ability to teleport. She can teleport from one location to another instantly. However, she either has to be able to see where she’s going, or have been to the place she wants to teleport to before. She cannot, under any circumstances, teleport to a place she’s never been to. Furthermore, she cannot teleport while someone is holding her; but she can teleport if holding someone else. She will bring that person with her as well. If she is in too much pain, she cannot teleport. If she is restrained to an object she cannot move, she cannot teleport. She can’t teleport objects she cannot move either.

Due to the nature of her abilities, she can only teleport about six times in a day before she’s had enough. If she teleports too quickly after a previous teleport, her nose will begin to bleed. She does this so much that she regularly doesn’t catch that her nose is bleeding and someone has to point it out to her.


Other Skills : She can play the piano quite well.


Favorite Food: Chicken alfredo

Least Favorite Food: Mushrooms and hummus

Bad Habits: Biting at her fingernails

Job/Occupation: Student

Past Occupations: n/a

Activities/Organizations: Holder

Speech: Alyss speaks with a rather high class/bratty tone in her voice. It doesn’t help that this is underlined by the fact that she has an English accent. As soon as she opens her mouth people tend to realize that she’s a spoiled little rich girl. As she speaks, she never uses contractions. Words like “can’t” or “don’t” never go past her lips as she prefers to say the whole word. “Can’t” becomes “cannot”, and so on and so forth.

Quote: “That sounds like a personal problem to me… Therefore, I will not be helping you with it.”
“A-Are you kidding me? I will not do that!”
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Relationship Status:

Relationship History: Alyss has never, in her life, been in a relationship with anyone. She doesn’t like men at all, and most women can’t handle her at all.

Family: Father – Christopher Aldan – A self made millionare
Mother – Alice Aldan -

Alyss isn’t very close with either of her parents. The only thing they ever provided her was a private education, money, and nannies to take care of her as she was growing up. None of which, she was very close to.

Personal Adversaries: n/a

Close Companions: n/a

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History: Alyss comes from a rather rich family. Her entire life she has been sheltered and given everything she has ever wanted. Not once in her life has she actually had to go without. Her parents got her everything she wanted. However, she was never very close with them. They had no time for a daughter, but had one anyway. This didn’t give her any hatred towards them. While she doesn’t particularly care for them much, she doesn’t hate them, and as long as they’re giving her what she wants, she couldn’t care less.

Because of this upbringing, she doesn’t exactly have people skills. She was homeschooled, so she didn’t have any friends, and her teachers described her as “the best, but most horribly behaved student” they had ever had. She was smart, and did well on all of her tests, but had no patience to stick with one thing for too long. Never finding anything particularly interesting, she was never really able to pick just one area of study to go into. Still, she moved out into a place her parents are paying for that’s somewhat close to her school. She walks there every afternoon, stays for a couple of classes, and goes back home.

However, it was actually one of those days at the age of eighteen that she first got her power. As she walked home one day she was pulled into an alleyway by an older woman. Nothing was said to her but “you look like the type who could use this one” and then she embraced tightly. It took Alyss a month to figure out what happened that night. As she was walking home for school on a different day, she simply thought about being back at home hard enough, and found that she was suddenly there. Ever since then she’s figured out what her ability is but doesn’t actually know too much about it. For the last month she’s been feeling strange pangs of what feels like guilt. Before it was only once every few months, but it’s escalated to the point where she feels it multiple times a day. Not only does she not like it, it’s a horrible inconvenience. Now she wants to find out where her power came from, and why she’s feeling something she doesn’t want to feel.

fuuuck me that's a good bio template, I haven't had to think about that shit for a long time. I started it the other day already and have two pages of history, but it looks like THAT won't even be as important. Ah well, keeping it anyway.

This is just a placeholder post for a Telekinetic/Psionic powered Holder character, wanting to reserve the spot/power. I won't get to finish my bio which is on another computer until I get back home for another day or so.

Okay, just a heads up that the villain of the RP has reserved electricity and laser emission as well as force field creation.

Gonna pop in here and claim illusions as a power. Ringo already ok'd it and I think I can make it so it doesn't scream godmodding.

BIO IS NOW FINISHED.

Name: Levont Mires

Title/Alias: N/a

Alignment: Neutral good

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: May 6

Place of Birth: Hanoi, Vietnam

Current Residence: New Bedford

Resides With: No one

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Race: Asian/ Pacific Islander

Nationality: Vietnamese

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Weight: 210

Height: 5 feet 11 inches

Skin Tone: Tan

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Brown

Appearance (picture optional):

Blood Type: A

Body Type: tone but not muscly

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Personality: Living in a poor country for a good portion of his life made Levont into a humbled but calculating man who is smooth with his words when he wants to be if it were to benefit himself in any way and his fist tends to do the talking when his words fail him. Despite all this, Levont is an OK guy to hang around so long as they can tolerate him. His social skills is honed sharp to keep his words from having an unintended effect.

He is logical in any situation and rightly so until one tries to stack many problem on him at the same time.

First Impression: Many people will see Levont as a humbled schemer.

Distinguishing Marks: On his right leg is a tattoo of the Dragon

Religion/Spiritual Views: Buddhist

Political Affiliation: None.

Style: As stated above, Levont wears a simple shirt, pants, and jacket. The shirt is a sleeveless shirt and the jacket is also sleeveless with the tail end that stops at his knees. He is dressed for practicality and comfort as well as movement.

Attire: Levont Mires wears a tan coat with a black shirt and grey pants. All of which has signs of wear and tear on it.

Special Talents/Abilites: Despite his looks, Levont can drive a motorcycle extremely well since there is a low age limit to drive in Vietnam. A great martial arts fighter and a decent chain fighter.

Weapons: His fist/feet, a seven foot long chain and whatever he can pick up.

Strengths: A Flexible fighter that can take quite a few hits (roughly 12-15 non stomach/non head attacks. 3-5 stomach/head attack)before going down and a good motorcycle driver.

Weaknesses: Being a flexible fighter makes him a rounded fighter that does not excel in overall strength or speed. He also have no response to range attacks, forcing him to try and get to mid range before he can make an attack

Vitality : Read Strengths

Speed : He can run as well as an average 18 year old cross country runner.

Stamina : Levont has a decent stamina that allows him to run and fight for a period of time. Nothing comparable to a person who has done sports throughout their life.

Reflexes : Moderate reflexes that allows him to dodge attacks with relative ease.

Fighting Style : Tae kwon do. Levont loves to kick people a lot and this fighting style appeals to him more so then anything else. He also incorporated fighting with a chain to cover a fair distance from him. If he is on a motorcycle when he gets into a fight, he will most likely try to knock the driver out using any methods to get them off of him. He will also use his chain on a motorcycle to harass the driver into making a mistake.

Weapons :
His Fist and Feet, a seven foot long chain, and anything he can pick up to use.

Magic : Wind Manipulation. Using the Erg of magic, Levont can create a powerful blast of wind to the point of pushing items or people away from him or towards him. The manipulation of wind can also be used to create either tornadoes, sandstorms if he were in a desert, or water tornadoes if he were in or close to any sort of large body of water. But due to the implied application of the magic, it is mostly impractical magic for Levont to use due to the collateral damage that the ability causes.

The downside of the magic is the fact that the he himself is not immune to the stronger applications of Wind Manipulation, meaning that he himself could be caught in his own tornado/Water tornadoes/ Sandstorms if he is not careful. Another downfall to the magic is that if he uses the magic more then 7 times in the day, he will start to succumb to oxygen depletion meaning that if he were to use the max of 10 magic in a day, his body will not handle the strain and he will lose consciousness.

Other Skills : N/A

Favorite Food: Shrimp Fried Rice.

Least Favorite Food: Mushrooms

Bad Habits: None

Job/Occupation: Student/ Cashier at the local grocery store

Past Occupations: N/a

Activities/Organizations: Martial Arts, Motorcycle driving, HOLDER

Speech: Levont's speech is obvious with the accent that comes from learning a new language. So he can't pronounce hard words like desecration without messing up at least once. But that could also attribute to how quick he took to that language.

Quote: "I got three speeds to beat you up. Slow, normal, and fast."
"Thao tác bạn sẽ được chỉ là dễ dàng như đánh đập bạn."
(Manipulating you will be just as easy as beating you up.)

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Relationship Status:

Relationship History: He has no relationship with anyone at all. No romantic relationship.

Family: Tri Mires: Brother
An Duy Mires: Father: Cop: Deceased
Ba Lan Mires: Mother: Stay at home mom : Deceased

Personal Adversaries: None

Close Companions: None

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History: Levont Mires was born to An Duy Mires and Ba Lan Mires in Hanoi, Vietnam. Being the younger sibling of his brother Tri Mires, he was exposed to the harsh lifestyle of Vietnam where everything he wanted, he had to work for. That was fine with him up to the age of 6.

At age 6, both of his parents died from an illness that Levont can't remember. With the sudden burden of his parents not there anymore, Tri Mires made Levont work with him in the Mechanical shop to support themselves. At the same time, Levont started saving money to go to school so that he could find a better life in another country. To that end, he started to learn English since it was an universal language.

His efforts paid off at age 15. Through an international program, a wealthy family has sponsored for his education as well as supporting his brother financially in part They would also pay for the first three months of his apartment. The stipulation for that was Levont was to come to America and work for his living since the family will only support his education and pay for his license to drive as well as pay for only one car or motorcycle.

Knowing that, Levont said farewell to his brother and flew to New Bedford. It was during the flight over international water that he acquired his Wind Manipulation. Not knowing that the woman beside him at the time was his sponsor, she started to talk to him in English. Levont started talking with her and enjoyed a nice talk. He knew something was off when the lady suddenly said to him in his native language, "Gió ủng hộ bạn.Vì vậy, bạn sẽ vui lòng gió." (The wind favors you. So you would please the wind.)" Not knowing what was off, Levont laughed it off and decided to sleep.

It was a windy day when Levont reached New Bedford. A limo await for him infront of the airport, but just before he got to the car, a strong gust of wind blew his passport out of his hand. Chasing after it, he desperately wished that the wind would stop long enough for him to get his passport, for he knew that the passport was everything in the new country. The wind died down suddenly as Levont looked around. Looking confused and pondering a bit, Levont grabbed his passport and ran back to the Limo just before the wind started to pick up again.

It took Levont two years to figure out what happened that fateful two days. On December 2012, Levont started to have the feeling of homesick that occurred more often then he wanted. It was then that the apartment room he was living in was breezy and papers started to fly around. That confused Levont greatly since all the windows were closed. After a few minutes of running and trying to grab his papers with little success, Levont grumbled, "I wish this weird breeze just stop already." With that, the breeze stopped and Levont suddenly had his answer that he was somehow able to control the wind. Questions started to fill his head as it created the yearning for who put this mysterious ability into him and why he can't stop feeling homesick.

It is now Janurary 13,2013 and Levont is now ready to search for the answers to the questions that plagued him.

Name: Connor Spiritum(Was originally Davis. but name was changed by father)

Title/Alias: N/A (Because i'm not sure what it means.)

Alignment: Flits between neutral good and neutral.

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: December 25 1998

Place of Birth: Glasgow Scotland

Current Residence: New York

Resides With: Father, Titus spiritum, 35.

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Race: White

Nationality: Greek-Scottish but living in America

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Weight: 140 pounds

Height: 4.11

Skin Tone: A pale peachy colour. almost as though his body was covered in blush, but not too much blush.

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Dark brown

Appearance (picture optional): http://images.wikia.com/finalfantasy13/images/7/75/Ffxiii_Hope_Estheim4.png

Only the hair is brown and he is wearing pants that reach his shoes. and the orange coat is Dark blue.

Blood Type: B

Body Type: Skinny, but not Rake skinny.

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Personality: Connor is a devious prankster. he loves playing tricks and has been in the trickster business for many years. Many would say he is Gentle demon. His pranks don't exactly cause long lasting harm. His eyes shine with mystery and he smiles in an Erie yet taunting way. He is always one step ahead and searches his option critically.

Despite the insults about being a "Stupid little sneak-thief prankster" He is actually rather smart and likes to talk about the world. he knows his life lessons and knows when things cross the line. He is easy to trust and easy to forgive.

For him though, he is easy to trust you. But you will have to go through hell in order to gain his forgiveness. It's not everyone who can genuinely say they are friends with Connor Spiritum.

Aside from that He is also rather whimsical. seemingly sometimes detached from reality. He might meander on about random things and just seem Spiritual. almost like a ghost.

First Impression: Upon sight you'd think of him as an average school kid. Upon closer inspection you would label him as a kindhearted sneak. If you talk with him you'd identify him with a prankster and a thief. possibly rebellious teenager. Possibly also a little whimsical and detached.

Upon gaining trust you'll see he isn't all the bad. You'd also see his sexual preference and the vast amount of knowledge he knows.

Distinguishing Marks: A scar on his leg from rope burn. He has a sense of distrust around him. and he always wears a small mysterious smile.

Religion/Spiritual Views: Despite being raised in a religious family he doesn't identify much with religion. He does believe in Heaven, Hell and the afterlife though. Ghosts too.

Political Affiliation: He doesn't care how the country is run. He just cares the person running it isn't insane.

Style: To blend in. Clothes change over time in order to get lost in the crowds. he wears his clothes comfortably and doesn't seem to mind some of the odd looks he get's from some of the mainstream Fashionista's. His current clothes Are dressed to be quick. he needs to get places fast as he is a prankster.

Attire: As Pictured above. He Wear's a short Dark blue jacket with a Black vest underneath it. His pants are also a black and cover his legs entirely. He wear's black running shoes as well.

Special Talents/Abilities: It's rather strange for him, but he can sing really well.
Weapons:

Strengths: He's fast, quick on his feet. His knowledge of tricks and stealth is useful for stealth missions and sneaking. his whimsical and rather mysterious nature is also useful for making people leave him alone.

Weaknesses: Sometime he thinks too much, and his hand to eye coordination can suffer. He is also very focused to the point that when exciting a prank someone can sneak up behind him and he might not notice.

He also doesn't pay attention to the background, so someone from afar could notice him and he wouldn't.

He doesn't like being rejected for love. It makes him depressed and mopey. Did i mention he's scared of the dark?

Vitality : He's fit and healthy, and can take a few hits. but he's prone to sickness for some strange reason.



Speed : He's certainly fast. or a Trickster you need to be.



Stamina : He Can keep going for a time. Not exactly long But he can still run far. Stamnia varies by speed of course.


Reflexes : His whimsical nature doesn't issue him the best reflexes. and his hand-eye coordination suffers from it.



Fighting Style : Be Sneaky. Assassins much? he won't directly go hunt you down. but his array of whatever sneaky weapons he can find will assault you from the shadows.



Weapons : While he doesn't prefer to fight. and in fact, rarely does. He does carry a pocket knife around with him. he's been trying to make smoke bombs and such, but it hasn't been working out.

He's also been trying to get his hands on a Tazer and some throwing knives. He's got the throwing knives at least.



Magic : He can posses object. a Simple touch and focus of the mind can insert his body and soul into in object. (A La Ghost trick) He can move freely within the object and can transfer into other object if they touch.

As the power progresses he can "Jump" into objects. Even if they aren't touching. it also allows him to possess animals and humans. the more the power grows, the bigger the animal you can possess.(And object)

Some humans however. have the mental will to stop the possession and will kick him out of the body immediately. causing him to reappear on the ground. They don't even realize he tried to possess them!

When he wants to exit the object, he must think hard and will his body to separate from the object. A Flash of light will signify his return.

Any objects on his person will be brought into the object will him. e Cannot possess his own clothes or studs of earrings of necklaces lest they are hanging off his finger. The possess would fail and could possibly trap him into nothingness.

While he can travel as fast as he wants in Possession form. returning to the world will cause him to be disoriented and nauseated for a short while.



Other Skills : (Not quite sure what you mean here)



Favorite Food: Yorkshire pudding, and Chocolate.

Least Favorite Food: Caramel, HE's allergic to it. The reaction is vomiting for a long period of time.

Bad Habits: He grinds his teeth a lot. and will say things out loud occasionally. He also talks to himself. and is rather hesitant.

Job/Occupation: No real job. But he does steal money occasionally.

Past Occupations: N/A

Activities/Organizations: He was part of a little "Guild" but then someone told the police so he left.

Speech: He speaks with a rather simple tone. most things sound emotionless and he likes to use things like "FML" And "OTL" In his speech. though he pronounces the full sentence not just the letters.

He is very sarcastic. And will snark at you. If you ask a stupid question, You'll get a stupid answer. (EX: "You want to dance? With me?" "..No, I want to dance with the bench")

He also likes to use long words when apologizing (EX:..My apologies. I did not mean to cause you any amount of trouble) and will act like that when he trying to seem Like he has authourity

List of mood mannerisms:

Happy: "Hello. So what's up with us today? I'm on board with anything. Well, Mostly anything."

Fake Happiness: "Hello..! What's on our Agenda today, I'm up for absolutely anything that comes our way"

Sadness: "...Just, Let me think in peace...I don't need distractions after what happened today...Especially since it was my fault...God I'm sorry"

Serious: "We don't have time. so shut up and let's go. This is a serious situation. Act like you care"

Fake Serious: "We must leave now, your majesty. This is a hostage situation! We must brave the non existent dragon. Stop acting like a 5 year old"

Angry: "Will you shut your damn mouth and get moving. Your stupid ego is destroying my brain cells. Move"

Tranquil-Anger: "..That's your opinion. Now let me pass, i have no reason to talk with you."

chaotic anger: "Shut up. You know nothing. You've been dragging us down from The Start! Your worthless! You have no place here! You already got one of us killed! So leave! Your attitude is only killing you Bastard Son of a Bitch"

Mysterious: "The sky is blue, The Grass is green. Our answer is heading in the space between, Which area should we start looking?"

Sarcasm: "No, I wanted to hug the water." "Obviously, We go Right. for it is the Right way! The little signs there say it's perfectly safe"

Quote: "..Look. We have a goal now. We're together. I know some of us haven't gotten off good together. and i know Some of us want to kill each other. - Me included - But We have a mission. so let's drop all our attitudes right here. and work together. I'll even drop my sarcasm!"

*Later as everyone is leaving* "..I'll never drop my sarcasm. That's like willingly eating a virus that gives you aids"

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Relationship Status: Single.

Relationship History: Single throughout his life.

Family: Father: Titus Spiritum, 35. A Rather clingy jealous guy and sort of neglectful father. But he's not too bad.

Mother(Deceased): Skye Davis, 37. She was a Traveler and action girl. She didn't exactly want to settle down. she didn't even realize she was pregnant until 6 months later when she returned to Glasgow.

Connor wasn't particularly close with his parents. But he did love them. His mother's death certainly off put him for a while. It effected Titus the most though. So Connor had to Chip in to help out.

Personal Adversaries: N/A

Close Companions: Ronnoc Sunnikail. 15. Deceased. Ronnoc was a womanizer (And Man-izer) and was influential. many people though Connor had a crush on him. but it was actually Inverted.

He was killed a day after he was blatantly hitting on Connor in public. This off put Connor for over 3 months. but When Connor looked back he never did have a crush on Ronnoc

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History: Connor was born in Glasgow Scotland. December 25 1998. His mother, Skye Davis. Had met a Greek man over in Greece and had dated him for a while. Upon return home to Glasgow 6 months later. She found that she was pregnant.

Skye went through a lot of trouble to notify the man she had dated. Titus Spiritum. Titus had quickly come from Greece to Scotland to meet up with Skye. He stayed with her and learned English in order to be with her.

When Connor turned twelve, Skye was killed in a plane crash as she was flying home from Glasgow. This was right when Titus was about to ask her hand in marriage.

After that..Titus became quite unemotional. Taking Connor and moving to America. trying to forget everything about his past life.

Connor grew up with the help of many people on the streets. He wasn't a gangster. but the things he learned have saved his life many times.

His father had recently gotten a new job. It was a as a Advertising campaign of sorts. He was required to fly to his location when the time for a meeting arose. unable to leave Connor alone.(And unwilling) He brought Connor along to New bredford

While roaming the streets of his neighborhood. a Sharp pain pierced his head. then his entire body. A combination of all the pains he had been feeling. pushed into one. He fainted.

when he awoke, he was laying face down in the hotel Feeling like his previous encounter was just a dream, he attempted to melt into the pillow. Rather weirdly for him. He did melt into the pillow. He tried moving his arms and legs. but the only thing he accomplished was zooming around the feathers. passing through each one. Jumping.

He pushed against the pillowcase. Trying to break free, His body slamming hard against the blue and white sheet. And with a flash, he was back.

He sat up and looked at the clock that rested beside him.. 12:10 December 25.

It was then, Connor realized. Tricks could be played. He had a strange new power. One he was rather confused about.

And so the 14 year old child, began his new game of powers. Connor Spiritus Became a ghost.

The meeting continued for many a week. endless conversation based on the complication of advertising. January 13th rolled around. His father currently in a heated debate, when he felt it. A sense of total unease. a Sense of forboding. resting a against a nearby wall, Connor reached up and grabbed a falling leaf.

His hand shone blue.

NOTES: No I did not name him after my self. His name is actually important.

Everything you see in this bio is important to the plot of the character.

Technocrat said:

Our story begins on midnight, the beginning of January 13th. The sky is dark as no moon is out and the cold is enough to make the most hardened person shiver.

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Mockingjay said:

When we start, It would be about halfway through the year, depending on the date Set. So he would be 14 for at least a little while

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January 13th. Halfway through year. Does not compute.

Then again, you might've just missed that in Ringo's textwall.

God damnit.

My fault. Sorries I'll fix that.

Oh my god. I can't believed I actually gasped on seeing a character template.

EDIT: I'll do something about this post later. Got a few ideas for this one. Will think about it again later.

Svein, you’re accepted.

Diar, you’re also accepted. I look forward to having my character tortured by yours. Though, I was kind of hoping that your character killing others or feeding them into that machine would have been the reasons as to why everyone’s characters were starting to feel that way, but I’m more than happy with what you put in.

Connor, before I accept you I’m going to have to call you out on this: In a lot of areas your grammar is… off, to say the least. A lot of words are misspelled and random words are capitalized when they shouldn’t be. There are places that need commas as well, and I’m a huge stickler for commas. You claim your character resides in New York and lives with his Father, yet provide no explanation as to what he’s doing in New Bedford. Not only this, your character is a thief who is “whimsical”. The manner of speech that he uses doesn’t seem to go very well with a thief. However, I think I can let that slide.

For your stamina you mention he can run three miles before he’s tired. This is very much on the unrealistic side. The world’s top athletes can run three miles easily, but they’re pretty tired when they do it. Plus, it’s not so much a run as it is a jog. I’m afraid I can’t let that one slide.

Also I state in the first post that the date in the RP at the time the RP starts is January 13th 2013. This isn’t half way through the year, so your character will be 14 at the start of the RP.

As for the magic, I said it was fine. Just bear in mind that you can’t use this ability on a player character, only NPCs and the such.

Just fix everything else, especially the grammar.

I Can explain some of your complaints, And My apologies for my grammar. I am trying and I will be running my RP posts through a Spellchecker should My Revised Bio be accepted. Connor is a Prankster. He only steals if he has too. His Reserved PErsonality is Whimsical. he isn't A Resident of cloud cucco land when he's being sneaky.

Off to make Edits now.

EDIT: Edit's made. Currently combing for misplaced Commas. Description added for Connors appearance in new Bredford.

If there is anything else please do tell.

Mockingjay said:

I Can explain some of your complaints, And My apologies for my grammar. I am trying and I will be running my RP posts through a Spellchecker should My Revised Bio be accepted. Connor is a Prankster. He only steals if he has too. His Reserved PErsonality is Whimsical. he isn't A Resident of cloud cucco land when he's being sneaky.

Off to make Edits now.

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I'm not trying to be a bitch or anything, but one thing he mentioned was the random capital letters in your bio. Your post here has a lot too and I'm not... sure why you do that. As a general rule, only capitalize names/places/titles (proper nouns, in other words), the first letter of a sentence, and the word "I". The post I quoted would read:


(I wasn't quite sure what to do with "cloud cucco land" so I left it lowercase, though assuming it's meant to be a place, it would be capitalized as well.)

I left the rest of your grammar alone, but I figured I'd try to help out on that part at least.

I know. I just scoured through and have been de capitalizing and removing commas and stuff.

Again, my apologies for all the mistakes. And you we'rent being a bitch. you we're helping me. So I thank you.

EDIT: I think it's because I type really fast. I'm trying to break the habit.

I'm looking to create a Seeker character... It's not really mentioned, but is there a clear philosophy behind their interest in killing the Holders? Are they all doing this for the fun of it? Or is there some deeper meaning behind their actions?

More importantly, are they all working as a sole organization?

Ah, and theoretically speaking, if some Seekers take the powers for themselves, wouldn't that make them Holders hunted by their fellow Seekers?

That, and since there's this technology for combating Holders, has a tool for identifying Holders been developed for the Seekers?

If a Seeker takes a Holder's powers, they can still technically be a Seeker if they desire more. However, other Seekers will probably hate them. Some operate in groups, others do whatever they want. So when it comes to Seekers, they're vastly different. However, each of them want a Holder dead for whatever reason. (For sport, for their power, or simply because they don't like the fact that a human can have that kind of power.)

FINISHED!

Name:
Anachia Iilyavich Vesperia - Sevensheep (An-nar-ki-ah Ee-lee-yah-vick Ves-pee-ree-ah Seh-van-she-ep)

Title/Alias:
Captain/ Kapitan/ Hauptmann

Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral

Age:
21 (At 13th January 2013)

Gender:
Female

Date of Birth:
7th June 1991

Place of Birth:
Munich, Germany

Current Residence:
Washington D.C, USA

Resides With:
Iglesias Vespertania, her Sergeant and Aide.

Zodiac Sign:
Gemini

Race:
Caucasian

Nationality:
German

Sexual Orientation:
Homosexual

Weight:
55 kg

Height:
165 cm

Skin Tone:
Anarchia's skin tone is rather pale, but with a nice light hue of pink

Eye Color:
Teal

Hair Color:
Teal

Appearance 1#

Anarchia is a pale woman. Her skin colour is rather light and has a rather pleasant pink hue to it. Her face is pointy in shape and her features are equally sharp, giving her a less homely and more independent and rather stunning look. This sets her apart from the "cute" town lasses appearing feminine and striking. Anarchia's nose is slender and comes to a point, while her cheek bones are higher. Her lips are of average size and are equally pale, being a light pink and slightly down turned while her eyes are large, but sharp in shape like an eagles. Matching her eyes are her eyebrows which are thin and angular. Her choice of hairstyle is surprisingly childish, being pulled into twin side pigtails with relatively long fringe down to her lips. It is parted on the left side of her head with most of her fringe sweeping right with a bit on the left going left, thus leaving her left eye clear while her right is somewhat hidden behind hair.

Anarchia has the bad luck of having her mother's recessive genes, giving her teal coloured hair and eye colour. It is made worse when it is not a slight under colour to her natural hair colour, but IS her primary hair colour, covering her eyebrows and entire head which has been turned into this fantastic bright teal. Anarchia is of average height at around 165 cm tall and weighing at about 55 kg, ideal for her line of work.

Blood Type:
O+

Body Type:
Slender. She had a naturally slight build, but through military service, has made it rather hardy.
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Personality:
[FONT=&quot]Anarchia's personality is a rather complex person. A basic look at it is that she is a whimsical yet scheming and planning, very unpredictable. Her interaction with people is best summarised with ice queen. As beautiful as the snow....and just as cold. Anarchia is unable, or chooses not to, empathise or take into consideration of others feelings for most of the times. The first and foremost important thing is her mission and her goals. Whatever needs to be done will be done in order to achieve what she wants. While she isn't the tyrannical arse hole that knocks children ice cream from their hand and enjoy terrorizing every village she goes to, she will not hesitate to use force to get her way. Mostly, she is persuasive enough to convince people to do what she says, but often she herself would get physical and confrontational or pull out a pistol when things do not go smoothly. As CO of an elite military unit, her presence and the way she holds herself is enough to ensure that she is able to pull it off.

As stated above, Anarchia does things at her own pace. She would not stand being ordered around by people less powerful than her, her superiors inclusive. Despite her lower rank, Anarchia has a lot of pull in the army. Depending on her mood, she can either pistol whip you in the face for annoying her or be generous and give offenders a chance, though it is usually said in a somewhat demeaning way. In a sense, she acts somewhat like a mob boss. She does not take lightly to insults. Life is cheap, especially those that wish to stand in her way.

Companionship is optimal, but not a necessity. She does not mind being in the group, but will be the stoic one, the quiet, proper type that tries to avoid frivolity, though she often can get too along with the mood and join. While she can talk normally, she tries not to show weaker feelings such as excitement, joy, embarrassment and such in case it shows her to be weak, though these innate human emotions poke through now and then.

Whether it be evil or good, both she will kill willingly and without hesitation. Of course, as said, she isn't some dictatorial monster, so for the good and the civilians, she would give them more warning, and negotiate longer before resorting to violence. Those that raise arm against her deserve to be brutally punished and Anarchia would see to it that it be done. She may pull back depending on the person, but they were still going to be in a whole world of hurting.

Unfortunately, as of late, her superiors have been cracking down on her behaviour. Therefore, Anarchia has become much more tolerant, via self control, and less likely to jump straight to violence. Especially since she is not in her home country, Anarchia has doubled her good behaviour. [/FONT]

First Impression:
How people react to her is straight forward. She is a military personnel, hence she carries herself straight and upright in a true military fashion. Her eyes tell people that she is not someone that is to be messed with or taken lightly, someone ruthless and cold and people can tell they are dealing with a trained professional soldier. Many would first notice her Teal features, being her eyes and her hair as well as its style. Next would be the military-standard, neat clothes and garrison cap and past that, if they are still staring at her and not taken aback with fear, they may notice her striking features.

Distinguishing Marks:
Her most distinguishing features are her teal eyes and hair. Even amongst her family, it is extremely rare to even have a hint of the colour.

Religion/Spiritual Views:
Anarchia is in the midst of religious turmoil. Due to the way she acts, she conflicts with many of the major religions. However, Anarchia does find the teachings of Buddhism interesting. For now, she is a paper Christian, only by name.

Political Affiliation:
Stratocracy

Style:
Anarchia is born and bred military. Her style is rather uniformed, straight and neat. It is mostly black and oddly, teal. Due to the contrast, it does stand out despite the rather uniform appearance of her clothes. Her hair isnt done in a fancy way, but just straight pigtails on both sides.

Attire:
Anarchia has always been partial to military neatness and uniforms. Her shirt is a black, short sleeved, buttoned suit shirt. Starting from her neck, running along the shoulders and down the side vertically to the end of the sleeves on both side is a teal line just slightly narrower than the width of her shoulder. She also has teal shoulder epaulette straps on her shoulders. Along her collar near the bottom is also a single teal line. Along the front where she buttons the buttons, it is also teal in colour. All buttoned but the top, Anarchia keeps the shirt closed via a thin teal tie. Her shirt is left untucked and covers a bit of her teal pleated skirt. The skirt reaches just halfway down her thighs. Slanted across her waist is a teal belt with a darker teal decoration which is where she clasp on her black carry cases for her gun and other instruments. On her legs, she wear thigh high black stockings with lighter black short heeled shoes that have teal decoration.

Along her left arm is a teal armband that has two black lines near its edges with her company, the Nordwind Kampfer Fallschirmjager, symbol silhouette, the winged heart (it is black instead), in the middle. This means little to the average joe, but most military people will recognise the unit's emblem, regardless of country. On her hands are a pair of teal officers glove while on her ears are a pair of headphones, modified with built in boom mic she can extend out from the cover. It usually rest on her neck. What holds her pigtails together aren't rubber bands or elastics, but two black square object with a space in the middle, with a pink line down the middle on each. These do not touch her hair, but have four spokes that comes to the middle and connect with a circle, in which the pigtails thread through. This gives the impression of it floating and it is very secure.

On her left collar, she has her double silver bar captain insignia. Her rank insignia is similarly on the collar of her greatcoats. On top of her normal clothes, she has a M42 Greatcoat in dark olive green. The tails on her coat are very long, reaching to her ankles. Anarchia tends to wear them in a way which there is a visible split at the front whilst being held together by a military belt which she holsters her other sidearm carbine and her other front line gear. On her head, she wears a garrison cap, with her captain double bar on the left side and her division's (Fallshmirjager/ paratroopers) formal badge on the right side of the front. When not worn, it is stuck on her greatcoat belt or fold and slipped into her shoulder straps.

Special Talents/Abilites:
Anarchia is a paratroper and a sniper. She is used to surviving by herself. She can be thrown into the middle of nowhere and survive. That and she can fly several type of aircraft and is a very talented pianist.

Weapons:
Anarchia originally has a plethora of weaponry, from high powered sniper rifle to pistols. However, given that she was sent overseas to America, it was obvious that she could not bring any over. Fortunately, for her, with special exemption due to her temporary transfer being military related, she could bring a few items from home. Due to her papers that she carry, most Law Enforcement Officers will not search her, happy enough to just see her credentials, which is why she can get away with most of the stuff on her.


Strengths:
Anarchia's major strength is her military background and experience. Having gone through actual military combat on the front line, Anarchia is very capable to fight to kill, giving her an edge over normal civilians.

Weaknesses:
That said, she is light and leaner than most of her comrades. Therefore, despite her training, much larger opponents can hurt her if they land a solid hit. Tying in with her build, against larger enemies, straight out punches are ineffective and she may have to rely on aiming for weak spots or using weapon to cause harm.

Power:
Even though she is military and a front line soldier, Anarchia isn't overly strong. She is average and up to military standard, mostly due to her body frame. This is mostly due to her dependence on technique, skills and speed with her knives and guns. Against most civilians and the light weights, Anarchia can easily go and beat them. The more sturdy middleweights, will have her going toe to toe and with the powerhouse, Anarchia's unenhanced strength would do little.

Vitality :
As much as strength is not her forte, any military soldier has a good constitution and a strong body, tempered through tough training and experience. None more tough than those in the Nordwind Kampfer Fallschirmjager. As its commander, she herself is tough, able to sustain a fair amount of damage and abuse. As such, if compared via how many hit one can take, Anarchia would be on the lower end of the scale of the company. Around 7-9 direct hits will bring her down.

Speed :
Anarchia can reach a peak of 37 kmph on flat terrains and 30 kmph on uneven surface. In steep climbs, this is further reduced to 26 Kmph.

Stamina :
Every soldier in her company is drilled and hammered to perfection, and as one who lead by example, she herself is equally trained through the same training regime she puts them through. Anarchia has an average burst stamina. She can last only average when doing full throttle exertion. Her endurance, on the other hand, is phenomenal. She has been trained, as a sniper, to be able to keep going through enemy terrains, despite low morale, food and water over tremendous distances. She can trek for hours with ease. Peak running is capped at 3 minutes, before exponentially rising as the speed drops.

Reflexes :
Military action and training has drilled a automatic response when she sights a weapon. If a weapon appears in her view, she would react and turn towards that direction and get ready to move to a safer position should it be hostile. Her slight frame has also forced Anarchia to fight in a style where she cannot be hit. Therefore, dodging and countering is the most natural way of combat to her and she is damn good at not getting hit.

Fighting Style :
Anarchia fighting style concentrates on counter attacks and single critical hits. Her unarmed combat allows Anarchia and smaller stature soldiers to counter and get under guards to land accurate single hits that would be devastating in contrast to many normal hits. Her moves range from grabs, elbows, punches, knees, kicks, throws and chokes. Extremely efficient, it is a style which aims to disable and kill the opponent as fast as possible. Breaking limbs and bones is fair play and going for weak spot is not out of the books either.

Armed melee fight is with her military combat knife, fought both upright grip and reverse. Reverse is for parrying while upright is used for more offensive, stabbing and slashing and the like. Knife combat are often in tandem with hand to hand attacks.

Shooting is also second nature to Anarchia. She can use most conventional firearms and adjust quickly to non conventional ones rather fast. However, she is most efficient with her pistols and semi automatic rifles. With rapid fire assault rifles and such, she is only an average shot at distance past 100 meters. Therefore, she is poor with automatic weaponry.

Magic :
Anarchia's abilities is the power of vector manipulation. The ability to change the vector value of any object her field touches. Anarchia can generate a field that encompasses her body, though she has better control at her hands and feet. In an area the size of a targe around her feet and hands, she exercise more precise. Within these fields, Anarchia can manipulate the vector values of any item within them, ranging from stopping bullets in their path or making trains fly like a projectile. For less tangible things, she needs to concentrate in order to manipulate its vector. As such, fire, gases and lightning of the sort will require her to use her hands or feet to negate. Otherwise, during defense, some of it will phase through her general barrier. Having contact with the object let's Anarchia have more control and accuracy. Some example of her powers is that she can do the impossible for ordinary people, such as manipulating her own vector for propulsion, push and pull, launch objects at extreme speeds and to create fields for defense.

Use of the power has consequences. Considerable use would lead to loss of balance and vertigo, due to the body's reaction to . Constant use of vector manipulation will lead to mild loss of balance, which then escalates with further use. At the worse, When gone overboard, she would have trouble even running or jogging straight and her mind would feel like it is spinning. Defense fields and changing vectors of moving objects are more stressful than modifying her own vector or launching objects, which she can do more of.

Other Skills :
???

Favorite Food:

Least Favorite Food:
Celery

Bad Habits:
One of her bad habits is that she will play with her lucky medallion, flicking it along her fingers.While skillful, it is a habit.

Job/Occupation:
Military Officer

Past Occupations:
N/A

Activities/Organizations:
Holder. Bundeswehr.

Speech:
Due to her rank and her profession, Anarchia is rather blunt. Her upbringing makes her speak rather eloquently, but straight to the point. Rather than linking that she is from a wealthy upbringing, most people instead can recognise her military background since she speaks with authority and power.

Quote:
"Patience is a virtue. It lets you end someone's life where you want it, when you want it and the way you want it."

"Target eliminated."

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Relationship Status:
Single

Relationship History:
Anarchia has several flings with other females, but most of them bored her. They were superficial rich little princesses, boring and most importantly, in her mind, stupid. She needed someone of equal capability as herself.

Family:
Father: Isaac Vesperia - Sevensheep

Mother: Eleanor Vesperia - Sevensheep

Elder Sister: Arika Vesperia - Sevensheep

Younger Sister: Zazie Vesperia - Sevensheep

Youngest Brother: Remus Vesperia - Sevensheep


The relationship of the Vesperia - Sevensheep is actually rather close. They all share a good relationship with each other and in essence, is perfect. Anarchia would be considered the "black sheep" of the family, but even then, the term isn't exactly correct as out of all the members, she is just self controlled and less prone to showing her emotions. She does love them dearly, and they do know that she cares for them, despite her cool appearance. Her father and mother are both in the military, whilst her older sister is a government official.

Personal Adversaries:
N/A

Close Companions:
Iglesias Fabiolas Vertentis Vespertania - Anarchia's cousin, her Sergeant and her aide. She is the person which Anarchia can converse with on all matters. She genuinely loves her as a cousin and would entrust her life to her.
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History:
Anarchia was born into wealth. Her parents, Isaac and Eleanor Vexperia - Sevensheep, were both successful military leaders as well as inheriting the wealth accumulated from their ancestors. With her three other siblings. Her parents didn't push her into the military. However, her sister had aspirations to be a governmental worker and she excelled in her academics. Determined not to fall behind, Anarchia aimed for the military rather than forever being shadowed by her sister. Seeing their daughter determined to go through with the family business, Eleanor grounded her daughter through intense training. She deemed Isaac to be much too soft and instead, took it into her own hands.

WHile the strict lessons helped, Anarchia's own personality and determination was what made her successful. Even through compulsory education and into OCS, her confidence, determination and her talent meant that she excelled from the common rabble. Even if she lacked her bloodline, Anarchia would have been popular due to her charisma. However, with her bloodline, the kiss ass and suck ups were endless, which Anarchia was not fooled by. Living with the rule of survival of the fittest, Anarchia could tell who were truly loyal and who had true strength and ability.

Plowing on with her own strength, Anarchia refused easy promotion unless she earned it. Her starting rank was 2nd lieutenant when she graduated and true to her expectation, she hit Captain within 3 years at 19 years of age. By then, she had gone through several campaigns across the globe, ranging from Israel/Lebanon, Sudan to Afghanistan. Her latest deployment was near the Russian Federation in December. The Latvian government had requested for assistance from Germany. Reports indicated an increase of raids from across the Russian borders, most likely as a result of the apocalypse predicted by the Mayans. Anarchia was not one to care for such stories. If it was true, then there was nothing she could do about it. Her regiment went over and assisted in peace keeping against raids from civilians in conjunction with the Russian and Latvian military.

During a routine patrol, Anarchia, sitting in one of the AGF Serval Jeeps when Anarchia felt a sharp pain in her head. As of late, these had been becoming more and more frequent. Shaking it off, she continued to stare out of the window when a pair of RPG flew out from the forest. One smacked straight into the Jeep, killing the driver and passenger up front. By the time she managed to crawl out of the car, the convoy had been hit hard. IED's has been placed along the roads and have taken out two of the five cars with a third being cut down by gunfire. The German troops were being overwhelmed by these rogue Russian civilians, but were holding on. Anarchia's jeep was away from the small circle of vehicles that the back three jeeps made. With precision, professional fire, they held back the attack, but several of these attackers came down to quickly scavenge.

Her G36 was mangled in the car, but her hands wandered down to her luger and as the first of the three popped around the corner, she double tapped him, once in the chest and once in the head. His friend rounded the corner as well and received three rounds to the chest when the last managed to knock her hand aside as his buddy's body covered her shot. The man mounted Anarchia and began wailing on her, landing blows to her face. As she tried to reacquire her aim, the man stomped on her hand, forcing the captain to drop her pistol, but it gave her room to kick push him off of her. Angered at her resistance, he pulled a mangled metal rod from the wreck and began advancing on her. In her current state, Anarchia doubted that she could fend off the man. Sweeping her hand desperately, she grabbed a large screw and using all her might and power, hurled it at him. She didnt expect it to do much, but to her shock, the small metal shot through the air like a bullet and punctured through his shoulder. Now enraged, the man launched himself at her and swung the rod down, only to have all momentum halted just before Anarchia's outstretched hands. Having no idea what was happening, Anarchia took advantage of the shock and pulled her Tatang out and slashed right across his throat. Now dead, Anarchia could hear her men calling out that the enemy was running and calling for other patrols to intercept.

With her injuries, Anarchia was taken back to base for examination. The doctors were surprised that she was as close to coming out of that attack unscathed. She knew this was impossible as even her encounter with that man was pretty damaging. Reporting her now more frequent headaches, the doctor, as a precaution, recommended that she go back to Germany for lighter duty, which she accepted. During that month, she returned and interestingly enough, experimented with the phenomenon. At the beginning, certain circumstances allowed her to launch objects at blitzing speed with destructive results, particularly when she willed for it to go as fast as possible. With Iglesias, Anarchia began to fine tune her "powers" even more, although the headaches remained and disorientation occurs when she uses her powers too much. When January came around, Anarchia and Iglesias redeployed to America for some relations exchange. Her curiosity in how she acquired this ability and where it came from occupied a great deal of her time. While still experimenting with it, her thoughts wandered on how it came to her.

Name:
Miranda Lin

Nickname:
Miri

Alignment:
Neutral

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Date of Birth:
November 1st

Place of Birth:
Singapore

Current Residence:
New Bedford

Resides With:
A black market arms dealer named "Muscle"

Zodiac Sign:
Scorpio

Race:
Chinese (Asian)

Nationality:
Singaporean

Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual

Weight:
110 pounds

Height:
5 Feet 9 Inches

Skin Tone:
Tanned; light brownish

Eye Color:
Black

Hair Color:
Black

Appearance:

(Left)

Blood Type:
AB+

Body Type:
Slim; very slightly muscular

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Personality:
Miranda is fiercely logical in everything she do, always valuing reason above all else. No matter the situation, she is slow to assume and always waiting and observing as many aspects of the situation before coming to a conclusion. This characteristic explains her unrestrained behavior. So long something benefits her in some way or another, it is not 'wrong' per se. This characteristic shines especially during stressful situations.

In speech, she is generally soft-spoken, though she can manage a more sociable facade should the situation require it. She is, in fact, a decent actress who can hide her emotions fairly well - well enough to escape untrained eyes.

First Impression:
Demure. Very much the epitome of a daughter from a conservative family.

Distinguishing Marks:
Several small scars on her back, arms, chest and waist. All sustained from prior combat.

Religion/Spiritual Views:
No particular religion

Political Affiliation:
Nothing specific

Style:
Well-covered up and professional. Miranda hates to wear anything that bares her skin due to her self-consciousness as a result of the scars. However, she is more likely to explain her choice of dressing to be a choice professional wear meant to hide her USP (pistols) - which is also an honest explanation. Although she rarely deviates from the usual, sleeved jacket and sport trousers, she expresses herself in the designs on these articles.

Attire:
As pictured, Miranda is often seen in a jacket with a pair of sports trousers. Unlike the picture though, her sport shoes are almost always black, or at least something close to that. When on a hunt for a Holder or on a 'job' she will always wear something that matches the time of the day, brighter colors for day and darker colors for night.

Special Talents/Abilites:
Her acting skills. Although not a top notch display, it's good enough to trick most people.

Weapons:
USP Elite

Bought off her room mate, 'Muscle' and loaded with 9mm Parabellum rounds. She also keeps three spare magazine with her as a backup - usually stuffed in her jacket's right inner pockets. Miranda also has a silencer that she purchased stuffed in the same pocket with the gun.

Folding Knife

Her backup plan for the situations where she run out of ammunition and can't procure any spare rounds from the area - especially in fights against Holders. Or maybe against the average thief. Or just the unknowing target that still has his back turned.

Anti-Holder Weapon

On the surface it appears to be an innocuous looking flash light. Well, it is a flash light, however, it is also able to produce a ball of electricity that can be tossed at an enemy Holder. The button to activate the anti-holder functions is at the bottom of the weapon. It is barely noticeable and small enough that only a finger nail can reach into the slit that reveals the button.

When activated, the normal button produces a visible ball of electricity that is tossed by swinging in a general direction. However, when the ball launches form the weapon depends on the strength of the swing, making this weapon very difficult to use for someone without prior experience.

The balls of electricity are generated instantaneously, but there has to be at least a five seconds interval before Miranda is able to launch another consecutive ball. The electricity generated are only able to stun a person briefly for at most three seconds. This weapon has an effective range of 10m.

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Strengths:
Skill and experience in real combat situations. Miranda has participated in enough combat situations that she can be safely considered a veteran. Combining her finesse as well as her knowledge of close combat, she makes for a fierce opponent.

Weaknesses:
Much of her strategy relies on tools that require ammunition. When out of ammunition for her pistol and batteries for her anti-holder weapon, she will have to resort to close combat with her knife against an opponent that may be able to take her on from far.

Vitality :
Miranda has developed enough endurance to sustain at least 5 well-placed punches without falling.

Speed :
Due to the load she carries she cannot run particularly fast. Or rather, she can, but she would rather not in order to conserve energy and also for the purpose of caution.

Stamina :
Considering her well-trained body, she is able to sustain a decent jogging speed for 15 minutes. She cannot sustain a running speed for anything more than 7 minutes, however, due to the weight she carries with her.

Reflexes :
Combat experience has improved her reflexes enough to react quicker to her environment. However, her accuracy is almost always dramatically lowered, so she tries to hold back on her immediate reflex for the most part. Dodging, however, is not a major problem. She can easily evade many physical blows provided she can see it coming.

E.G. She enters a room with a gunman and his hostage. This situation is unexpected and she draws her gun on them and fires a few times. The bullets hit both the gunman and the hostage.

E.G. The typical Miranda reaction to the above situation.

She enters a room with a gunman and his hostage. This situation is unexpected and she forces herself to find cover. Now aware of the unexpected, she springs out of cover and fires a shot that hits the gunman.

Fighting Style :
Close and personal. Although armed with a pistol, Miranda prefers to stay close to her target in case she runs out of ammunition. It also allows for opportunities to simply use her knife to finish off her opponents - thus sparing the ammunition that would have been wasted. Against Holders, she may prefer to put some distance in order to avoid their powers.

Magic :
-

Other Skills :
-

Favorite Food:
McDonalds

Least Favorite Food:
'Healthy food' (Anything bland); Anything too cheesy

Bad Habits:
Laughing inappropriately when she thinks of something funny (usually some ironic observation)

Cutting off conversation when she has achieved what she needs.

Job/Occupation:
Part-Timer

At least that's what she'll say. It's mostly her working with 'Muscle' to secure some of his latest shipments or working with some new Seeker.

Past Occupations:
Student

Activities/Organizations:
Seeker

Speech:
Her accent is mostly influenced by her Singaporean upbringing with the habitual mandarin sentence endings which she avoids as often as possible. However, her speech is relatively clear with every word pronounced properly.

Quote:
"Let me think..."

"Bye." (To end any conversation abruptly)

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Relationship Status:
Single, not looking

Relationship History:
Miranda's life is a series of short-term relationships developed for the sake of it. Her shortest relationship was with a boy whose name she has since forgotten. After a one night stand, and Miranda feigning pregnancy to get rid of him, the boy disappeared from her life and never was seen again. Her longest relationship was with lesbian, who after two months, realize her long strings of ex-boyfriends and girlfriends and broke up with her.

Family:
Father - John Lin (Alcoholic, gambling addict)
Mother - Mary Lin (Depressed housewife)
Sister - Josephine Lin (Student; 12)

There is barely any love between the members of the family. Asked to think about her family, Miranda will barely show any signs of concern other than a sarcastic comment about how she loves her father and hopes he continues enjoying himself till he dies. She cares little about her mother who spends most of her time cleaning the house and not speaking to anyone except to her husband who is always drunk when he returns.

Her sister, perhaps the only one who speaks with her, makes it her personal past time to annoy Miranda and demand her fullest attention. Failure to pay her heed results in her screaming and crying and parental intervention, which means caning for Miranda.

Personal Adversaries:
-

Close Companions:
'Muscle' the black market arms dealer living with her. A close relationship that may have developed into something more if he weren't homosexual.

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History:
The family was normal when Miranda was born. Her father worked at a company for a decent pay while her mother could afford to be a housewife and take care of Miranda. Their extended family treated them kindly as well. This all changed at the age of 9 when her father lost her job. The extended family shied away from them. The father took to drinking and wife-beating. Initially, he beat Miranda as well, but social workers found something fishy and he had to stop for a while to ward them off. It was around this time that Josephine was born.

Her life of misery continues as Miranda struggled to find ways to please her parents, to gain their affection. She did well in school, she excelled in sports. None of it mattered. So she took to delinquency. It was overt at first, but it didn't work and the school reported the case to her parents. They punished her severely and since then, Miranda decided to be much more subtle.

On finishing her 'O' level examinations, she began a series of part time jobs to pay for private education overseas. She was 16 at the time, and came to be introduced to a Seeker. The Seeker, who was also a criminal passing through the country, took her along, even helping to arrange a fake passport as she was brought to New Bedford and trained to become a Seeker as well.

Since then, she has took on some missions to hunt Holders and have earned experience in personally murdering these said people. During the role play, she has left her mentor Seeker to live with 'Muscle' for a few months already. She's now in to hunting Holders for the powers she can attain.