Youth
Raven Gamley (Ray)
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A ghostly pale girl with raven black hair, her most noticed features are her eyes and her lips, deep dark blue eyes and blood red lips. She is very out standing to look at with such bold features that seem to make each other fit together oddly. Raven Gamley, or better known as Ray, is a shy girl who has been ignored for most of her life. She grew up with both of her parents, had lots of money, and no siblings to share anything with. She was considered spoiled, but, she didn't care about her toys or her clothes, she wanted more than anything for her parents to play with her, or to have a friend. Because of how she was raised, she is now rather awkward around people and doesn't know how to talk to them. she had lived a rather sheltered life, never watching rated R movies, never staying up past 11pm on week days(sometimes weekends) And always had straight A in her home schooling. Raven has a rather boring personality, as her parents had called her often to there company. She gets rather offended when they talk about her like that, but after so long, she is started to accept it. She isn't ready for what is about to happen, she isn't ready for anything that is happening, living such a sheltered life, she is going to have a hard time changing to live in such ways, losing her parents, being forced downtown, or even making allies.
Age: 17
Age: 17
Xander LaDuc
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In so many words Xander would be described as a string bean, tall, gangly and slightly awkward. He has shaggy blonde and black hair that sometimes covers his vibrant forest green eyes. He has lots of piercings and one tattoo. Despite his skinny appearance he is still strong and very fast. He used to be in track back in high school before his dad died then everything changed, he fell behind in classes and changed his appearance, started hanging out with a rough crowd. He isn't always the best about putting others before himself, making him selfish at times but he's not all bad. He may have a twisted sense of humor and may poke fun but he's a pretty chill guy who can be kind of loveable in his own way when given the chance.
Age: 18
Age: 18
Devon McCalle (Micky)
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A small boy with dusty dirt brown hair and dark brown eyes looking almost black from a distance. his skin is a pale color, very soft looking when cleaned, but recently hes been pretty dirty. He often has dirt on his face, his clothes, in his hair, under his nails. He had lost pretty much everything when it happened. He lost his mother, who he only lived with, his father leaving before he was born, in a building collapse just about a week before everything completely went to shit. Devon took care of himself most of the time while his mother was at work, practically raising himself. He loved his mother dearly and took it very hard when he had be informed that she was dead, when they had tried to take him to the orphanage, he took off. He has been hiding out in the lower parts of town, mainly inside of burned up buildings and only going out at night when he can sneak around. he is very careful about how he gets around, he doesn't want to get caught after all. hes seen enough to make a grown man cry, but he never lets anyone get the best of him. He always holds a tough face and will always be there if he considers you a friend. He seems very kept to himself, but he is willing to help when he can. He may be small but his wits are more than meets the eye. He is a very smart boy, and often can think of ways to get out off sticky situations.
Age: 13
Age: 13
Sheldon Solomon (Silence, or Shrimpy)
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Sheldon Solomon is a quiet boy of 15 years old with almost emotionless purple eyes. Everyone thinks he wears contacts. He never says anything towards that due to his personality. Sheldon is known for only wanting to answer to the important questions, and leaving the unimportant ones. He usually avoids making people angry by answering the questions he feels are crap and useless. Then when someone talks of something he finds interesting, you'll know, because he tilts his head to one side ever so slightly, in silence. Sheldon is often a target of bullying due to his cowardly nature. He is hurt all the time. Sheldon tries to endure all the pain that he is forced to put up with, but he ends up screaming, sobbing, begging whoever it is attacking him to stop. This does not help. Almost everyone knows he is a coward. When he was born, he was sent to an orphanage straight away, he was renamed to Sheldon Solomon, but his real name is unknown. He goes by the nickname Silence, due to his nature, and sometimes by the nickname Shrimpy, due to his cowardice. Sheldon, although he is a coward, sees everyone as idiots. It's rare he will take any interest in anyone. He used to be just silent and alone, but ever since he was raped by some man, he never was quite the same as he used to be. He became sort of wary and anxious, sort of quickly looking at anything that made noises. He never told anyone what had happened to him, but it's something that has lingered in his memory longer than anything else that has happened to him, and sometimes he is seen as a bit insane because of it. His body is covered with scars, everywhere, due to everything he took from those who decided to hurt him. Along with his eyes, he has long black hair either tied up or fallen over his face. He is often seen crying.
Age: 15
Age: 15
Arrakis Saphirium Fate
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Arrakis Saphirium Fate was not born in Bliss with his brother. Quite the contrary. The two siblings were born far, far away, in a different city of a different country altogether. It was simply fate that brought them to Bliss on the very day that it was sanctioned off with no way out. Fate is never necessarily a good thing. Fate is merely the device of a god who weaves the threads of life and death to form a tapestry. And fate had irrevocably entwined doom for the brothers. They were very young when they came to the city. They had been bounced from one orphanage to foster home to another for several years and were quite used to the trips. In Bliss, they were taken directly to a social services building where they would wait out their time till another family more fortunate than they decided to spread their wings and take the two boys in. But that day never came. Barely twenty-four hours after they entered the city's limits, and chaos had reared its shadowed head from the primordial darkness of its birthplace. Destruction and fear rampaged the streets in the forms of terrified and invigorated people. Arrakis and his brother could do nothing but run and hide, waiting for the misery to play itself out. They shivered and hungered in the dark refuse of a subway tunnel under construction, now abandoned as the workers had fled their posts to join the rabble. They stayed underground for days, occasionally finding enough wood to build a fire, and eating off rats and alley cats that wandered down. When the war above died down, they managed to crawl out, but it was all madness still. For years they plundered and fought, tooth and nail, wearing their fingers to the bone, they clawed their existence into being. They were always on the run and the lookout, glancing tirelessly over their shoulders and seeking refuge in the most unlikely places. They were in the heart of the city, right in the thick of it. They survived by Arrakis' endeavors. He, being the elder, now at seventeen years, took it upon himself to protect his brother. His self motto, one he inevitably stole off a patrol car: To Protect And Serve. That is his self appointed role over his younger brother, Eltanin. His constant promise, "We will not die" was the one thing that kept them going through it all. They learned, they adapted. The harsh life they endured did not became easier but became bearable. Feelings such as despair and angst were put aside in the wake of survival. If it wasn't for Arrakis, they may have given up long ago. Arrakis has been worn over the years, and he seems older than he really is because of it. He still carries a charming smile, and walks tall and proud. He is fighting for his life and his sanity, and it's a battle he will not let himself lose. Arrakis has golden hair, like a lion's mane; shaggy and soft. His eyes are a vibrant blue, a mix of sky and water and air. He has his fair share of scars, and many memories and nightmares buried in those wounds. He is very good with electronics, weapons, and equipment. He is very reliable in a pinch, always seems to have a plan, always thinks things through, and prefers the cautious approach to the bold, headfirst charge. His younger brother is Eltanin, and he will protect him with his life. Arrakis' name means "dancer" and is the name of one of the stars in the Draco constellation. His middle name was an elaborate rendition of the sapphire color of his pristine eyes, and as for his last name; he chose it for the god of their circumstance.
Age: 17
Age: 17
Eltanin Emeraldur Fate
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What of the days before? Eltanin has no recollection save the hatred, the despise, the revolted aura people presented towards him. Oh yes, he may not remember the sights, sounds, and smells, but he remembers the emotions that needed no words to express themselves. An orphan and foster child alongside his elder brother Arrakis, he was the unwanted one. Everyone loved Arrakis. He was smart, brave, and handsome. Eltanin? He was just an extra. The random child who was thrust into their care. He was little and still learning. He made messes and got on people's nerves. He was unwanted and unloved. All but by Arrakis. Why? He had asked his brother so often. It was suffering he endured alone, the hate of these people who took them into their care. For years it continued. They ignored him as much as possible. Sometimes they would forget his presence, as in, forget to feed him, forget to bathe him, forget that they had left him locked up in a cramped, dank closet. He suffered quietly and suffered alone. The only one he ever turned to for comfort was Arrakis, but even he felt that his older brother had abandoned him. But he never hated his brother. When they came to Bliss, it seemed another dreadful year. But then the incident happened. Chaos erupted. The nightmare began. Eltanin wanted to die. He wanted the end and the relief it would bring. Finally, to enter the underworld where maybe, just maybe, the demons and hellspawn would welcome him with open arms. But no. His brother made him live. His brother gave him life. He raised Eltanin from despair with every passing day, proving to him that he could be loved, could be wanted. Arrakis' love was all Eltanin needed. Arrakis fought and near died for him, and finally, Eltanin felt emotion stir in his heart. He found his relief in the chaos. Though it smothered many in the despairs of nightmares and terror, it clothed Eltanin in peace and serenity. Yes it was hard, yes they starved, yes they crawled into holes and sewers nursing their wounds and crying in pain. But it was relief. It was something, anything. Where chaos was one's nightmare, it was Eltannin's dream. Unlike his brother, Eltanin seems a faded replica. They have the same skin, same smile, same face. But his eyes are a sorrowful, sea green. His hair is a dusty, silver-blonde. He has his scars and his wounds. He has bones that broke and didn't heal properly. But the scars of his skin are incomparable to the scars that mar his heart. Eltanin isn't quite right. He's sneaky, sly, and sinister. He seeks to benefit himself by exploiting and destroying others around him. He feeds off of others misery and suffering. He has no remorse. No true remorse at least. He has not repented of his doings. He has confessed to God, but he has not changed. No matter how many times he fell on hands and knees and begged for forgiveness, he has not forgiven himself. And he has not changed. Eltannin was rightly named. Also named for a star in the Draco constellation, Eltanin means "snake". Emeraldur is merely a fanciful rendition of emerald, for his eyes. Eltannin is fourteen, though he acts much older and comes across as such. He assumed his brother's last name of Fate, for they are blood kin, and they know no other name.
Age: 14
Age: 14