Adults
Deamon Bergener (D)
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A tall and rather muscular young man, standing about 6'3” he's built like a tank. Solid and square in the shoulders with pale almost translucent skin that make his features look as though they were chiseled from marble. His hair is shaggy and long almost reaching his shoulders. It has bright blue streaks that bring out the color of his shockingly cold blue eyes which often have dark circles around them, a mix of lack of sleep and what looks like the remains of eyeliner but if I were you I wouldn't mention that. He is covered in tattoos from his neck down, though they're usually covered. He also has several piercings including his eyebrow, tongue, nipples and one on his left lower side of his lip. Deamon is known for his rough and rugged exterior, which also reflects his cold, edgy and don't-take-no-shit from anyone attitude he carries around so proudly. Self righteous and self absorbed, he's known to be one hell of a jerk. Quick tempered and hot headed and takes to fighting and confrontation like a fish takes to water. When it comes to the ladies now that's another story, he tends to be perverted and makes a lot of derogative comments which are always crossing the line but he doesn't seem to hold his morals too tightly so if I were you I wouldn't get too close.
Age: 20
Age: 20
Decebel Road (Dec)
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'Knowing when to pick your fights just might save you. But if you run away from every threat or jump into every fight there is, you're sure to die.' - Decebel Road
In a way, Decebel is a little tougher than most. Even before the incident life had never been easy. With her constantly drunk father and addict of a mother, she learned how to raise herself. She worked at her father's club as a bartender and waitress, serving those who payed and throwing out whoever crossed the line. Dec learned to protect herself at a young age, either with a weapon or without. She was the exact opposite of some of the flithy rich kids that lived in Bliss, she didn't have her life handed to her on a silver platter and she hasn't really ever minded. Ever since everything went down, Decebel has made it a point to stay away from others, espeically men. She looks cold, heartless and strong at a first glance, seemingly emotionless and without fear. But in truth, that's just a cover up, Decebel doesn't want to have to deal with the death of those who become close to her or to have an extra mouth to feed other than her own. Lucky to have found her uncle's pistol, Dec carries it with her at all times, along with a few knives - you never know what could happen. Decebel is sarcastic, quick witted, hot-tempered and determind and if you're lucky; friendly at rare times. Dec is impatient and rarely takes shit from anyone. She has one piercing on her right eye brow. Decebel is a surprisingly gorgeous girl with smooth, dark caramel skin. Her glossy hair pools over her slender shoulders an is black and is surprisingly silky. Her eyes are her main feature, they are rippling pools of black. They never show what she wants to be kept hidden and never show any emotion she doesn't want to give off.
Age: 19
In a way, Decebel is a little tougher than most. Even before the incident life had never been easy. With her constantly drunk father and addict of a mother, she learned how to raise herself. She worked at her father's club as a bartender and waitress, serving those who payed and throwing out whoever crossed the line. Dec learned to protect herself at a young age, either with a weapon or without. She was the exact opposite of some of the flithy rich kids that lived in Bliss, she didn't have her life handed to her on a silver platter and she hasn't really ever minded. Ever since everything went down, Decebel has made it a point to stay away from others, espeically men. She looks cold, heartless and strong at a first glance, seemingly emotionless and without fear. But in truth, that's just a cover up, Decebel doesn't want to have to deal with the death of those who become close to her or to have an extra mouth to feed other than her own. Lucky to have found her uncle's pistol, Dec carries it with her at all times, along with a few knives - you never know what could happen. Decebel is sarcastic, quick witted, hot-tempered and determind and if you're lucky; friendly at rare times. Dec is impatient and rarely takes shit from anyone. She has one piercing on her right eye brow. Decebel is a surprisingly gorgeous girl with smooth, dark caramel skin. Her glossy hair pools over her slender shoulders an is black and is surprisingly silky. Her eyes are her main feature, they are rippling pools of black. They never show what she wants to be kept hidden and never show any emotion she doesn't want to give off.
Age: 19
Violette Niobe Fosterly
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Violette was a queen. A princess. A star. An angel. Now she is nothing more than a long forgotten nothing. She is a beauty, one of the fair, wealthy jewels that graced the richest dwellings of Bliss's crowning empire. From a young age, she could sing, dance, play the piano and the violin, fluently spoke in French, Latin, and Italian, was well read, bred, and learned. All that has become meaningless drivel in the newly forged world, born of fire, hate, and anarchy. Her gentle, delicate hands have been dipped in blood and bruised by far harsher hands than hers. Her long, silky hair has become wild and windblown. Her soft features and plush curves have toughened, leaned out. The angles of her features have become as fierce as they are beautiful. Her silver eyes have become cold. Her rosy lips have become cruel. Her soft, gentle nature is still her own, but in the presence of others, her nature disperses from her, replaced with a brutal, vicious creature who's prominent treasure is her own life and its limitless value. She does as she can to defend herself. Women have the worse of the wear in this new world, for men are insatiable creatures. She has been assaulted more than once, and that has done little to make her situation any better. She has become fearful of people. Not to the point where she will attack anyone she meets, but fearful enough to stay to the shadows and corners. It takes time for her to trust. Unless she is in emotional distress. There are days when she awakens to despair, or moments when the weight of her troubles cascades upon her in a rush. These moments are oft followed by tears and frightened murmurs. She is not a hard woman. Her gentle nature pleads with her to be gentle and to have nothing for her but gentleness, but the world does not pander to the gentle and the meek. Her soft and serene upbringing did not prepare her for this world, and the years she has spent in it, full of turmoil and unpleasant surprises, have yet to make her as strong as she could be. She grows and grows slowly. Now nineteen years old, she wavers between the line of meek and strong. Violette is a beautiful young lady with long, silky, mousy brown hair and gleaming silver eyes. Her skin is a soft, fair color. She has varied scars and abrasions, but most of them aren't prominent enough to draw attention, and she covers what she can of them with her clothes.
Age: 19
Age: 19