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Clown_Countess Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 3:27 pm
Name:Tess Zelia
Specialty: Stealth, Close-ranged combat.
Sex: Female.
Race: Demi-Demon
Age: About 17, though she's lost track... D:
(She left when she was 14, then traveled/trained for about 2-3 years -- you do the math )
Height: 4.8 feet (146cm)
Build: Ectomorphic (for the most part, slim.)
Weapons: Daggers, broadsword, katana. She has a few others, but she sticks to rotating around these three (others like ninjato or daisho).
Abilities: Sensing the aura(s) of those around her, sensitive to emotions nearby, being able to feel (and to an extent, manipulate) the vibrations around her. Traditionally, demi-demons can use this to really see into each others minds, specifically being able to 'edit' or 'create' one's dream, but it won't come into any major play here.
Likes:
-Knowing her situation well.
-Oranges. She absolutely loves, loves, oranges.
-Hearing comments such as, 'Did you see that?'
-Making blind jokes. Like, 'Oh! OVER THERE!' and then saying something like, 'That's what it'll sound like when one of you finds it... ^_~
-Listening to music, lots of noise.
Dislikes:
-Small spaces, or, a clustered area.
-When people come too her, her swords, or her possessions.
-If people break anything of hers, whatsoever.
-When anyone intrudes/interrupts her on what she would refer to as her property...No, she isn't selfish, she just doesn't like intruders. After all, she is blind- imagine if someone came in when you weren't around and moved all your stuff!
-Silence.
Maritial Status: Single! ;3
Other: She's blind...I think that's pretty important. XD
Mercenary group: Errant Valkyries
Theme songs: How to save a life ~ The Fray, Trust Me ~ The Fray, You could be happy ~ Snow Patrol
[might add more, if I can... ]
Bio: Born into a family with fortunes stacked up in their safe, maybe it was predictable that her childhood wouldn't be the best. Shortly after being born, her biological father left her mother deciding he didn't want a child, it was simply to much work. And so, her mother struggled frantically to raise Tess just as well as any other child.
When Tess was still rather young, her mother remarried, and the young girl was okay with this not knowing caring, after all she was rather young. However, she did know that something was amiss when she was left with her babysitter throughout to the next night when her mother had told her they'd be back the same night, or for Tess, the following morning when she woke up.
Yet another night passed, and it was definite that they weren't just 'caught up in traffic' as her babysitter had reassured the child. However, after calling every number she had been left with on several occasions and not gaining any knowledge or help, even the baby sitter was beginning to feel a little bewildered and confused. What was she to do?
The very same night, two policemen showed up at their door. Tess had been shooed out of the room, and the adults talked for a while. The baby sitter gave a nod, and one of the policemen proceeded to sit down next to Tess. He explained that her mother was in a great place called heaven, and warned her of the dangers of drugs; explaining them as equivalent to poison.
Not long after the event, when forensics were done analyzing what had happened, she attended her mother's funeral in dark clothes after a lot of controversial debate over whether or not such a young child should have to see a horrible thing like that.
Seeing her pale mother in the coffin was traumatizing for her. Nostalgia tainted her mind, and so after trying to feel her mother's cold hand she was removed and taken back home with the same police escorts that had taken her there. It was all a lie, wasn't it? Her mom wasn't in heaven. She was in an airtight box about to be buried into the wormy ground behind the church. Things got worse when on the drive home she began to cry out that everything had gone black, and after a lot of arguing over it being a 'childish act' her escorts finally figured she really had gone blind.
Doctors had deducted the very same thing, and most said it was just a psychophysical reaction. Others said she had a cataract from the start, and others thought something had popped from to much stress. Some said it was temporary, some said it was permanent.
All this time, her assigned social worker had begun a quest to find related family, and when that failed, a foster home until she was adopted. The reality of it all was that no one wanted a blind girl to keep as their own, and they couldn't find a single foster home that would keep her very long anyways- was raising a blind child really so hard? Apparently, it was.
Her sight never did come back; and so the torture she had experienced in some of her foster homes -even being raped on one occasion as she grew older, which was mortifying- got to much for her by the age of 14 when she finally escaped from the living hell and coped by herself, or tried the best she could.
On her travels in the world of sound and scent, she began to develop the uncanny ability to sense vibrations and certain presences, auras if you like. As she began to delve further into this newly found 'sense', she liked to think of it, she learned she had a certain control over these vibrations and sensations she felt, coming closer and closer to being able to manipulate them. Could every human do this? Tess seemed to think so.
As she improved on this new sense, she decided weaponry was a good path to take. And why not? She had fantasized in knights, warriors, and melee heroes from a young age, and as she grew up, wanting that knight wielding an iron sword to save her from the torture. Maybe, if she learned how to use close range, knife-like tools, she could save herself from all this madness...become her own knight.
Training ensued, and relying on every sense except for sight, she attained a certain skill for it. As she traveled around a world of vibrations, scent, touch and sounds, she 'stumbled upon' a group known as the Errant Valkyries, and having been elected to a certain degree to join it. Now, she waits for her new companions in an unknown city...
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 8:01 pm
Name: Felix Caisse
Speciality: Science, guns, 'kill' and 'revive' (as he likes to call it, that is).
Sex: Male.
Race: Human...with a few tweaks, here and there.
Age: Twenty-five
Height: 6' 2'' / 187cm
Build: Tall, slender
Weapons: Instead of giving you a lot of fancy names I can't be bothered to look into, I'm going to tell you he uses guns, okay? That, some robotic 'enhancements' on his own body, and occasionally 'poison' which I'll explain in abilities.
Abilities: I'll tell you that Felix's strength is definitely science. He can be rather scientific about how he goes about doing things, one of them being his infamous 'kill' and 'revive' achieved with coma-inducing poisons that simulate death to the inexperienced onlooker. Other than that, I'll just have to repeat the weapons section. Let it be known, however, he isn't a cyborg or whatever you want to call it. He is a scientist, and human at that.
Likes:
-Science. It doesn't fail him, and if it might, at least he can calculate it.
-Video games. He loves first-person shooters almost as well as he can play them. Especially those ones at the arcade where the controller is actually gun-shaped.
-Coffee, especially in the morning -- and at night. Caffeine, taste and smell.
-Star signs and astronomy in general. Maybe it was a given, but he was always fascinated by how people born under certain stars generally confide to their personality.
-Symmetry and anything balanced, making him something of a perfectionist at times.
Dislikes:
-Air-based vehicles, but really, vehicles in general.
-Religion. To him, God aint gonna come through -- you've gotta figure out the mysteries yourself, and the formula to solve 'em. Why bother praying to deities when you can accomplish it yourself?
-Kharma. Not the belief, rather, his belief that it'll come back t'get you no matter what.
-Disrespect and stupidity. They go hand-in-hand in his eyes.
-Water, boats, and swimming.
Maritial Status: Felix is single, but as far as love lives go, he couldn't care less.
Other: His tattoo is the symbol for Libra, located on the right side of his neck.
Mercenary group: Indigo Society
Theme songs: ...I'll get to it later. >U
Bio: Felix was, as most humans would put it, born. On the day of October 9th, to be specific. While that might seem like an obvious start to a biography, it seems important in the world of Armarus. Especially when it's a rampaging world of demons and angels and god-knows-what-else -- many of which more than likely didn't come into existence in a way humans would call 'birth'. That said, let it be known that Felix was born one-hundred-percent human.
Technically, he was raised by two parents. However, if you asked Felix, he'd most likely tell you that Damien -- his older brother -- raised him, and probably wouldn't even bother to mention his parents. They were there, for sure, and although wealthy didn't pay much mind to their two children between work and, well, money. Money means you can do out and do things, which meant that they left Damien and Felix on their own in the house on many occasions.
Felix Caisse was close to his brother. Closer to him than his own mum and dad, he was. He wasn't just a family member to Felix, he was his greatest role model and closest friend. The two were inseparable, though it might of been more one-sided than Felix had forced himself to believe. He would follow Damien everywhere, trailing behind him closer than his brother's own shadow.
When Damien took an interest in something, Felix would too. He'd mimic all he did, and when things got rough for Damien, Felix'd be the sweet young brother he was and try to comfort him.
He didn't need his parents. He didn't need anyone else, really. He had Damien, and he loved him. That's all he needed. Maybe Damien could get frustrated at his little brother from time-to-time, but he never held anything serious against him. Damien really did care for his brother, and did a damn good job raising him, too. Felix grew up polite and well-mannered, even more than Damien was.
"We're both Libra, aren't we? The Libra is the only star sign that isn't represented by an animal -- rather, it's the scale. It's the most significant one in a way...the scale balances things. It takes everything as it comes, and its goal is generally to have both sides -- both 'good' and 'bad', whatever you want to call it -- perfectly even. That's our job, as Libra. Don't bother figuring out what's good or bad, do whatever'll even the world, okay? Follow your gut."
That's what Damien told Felix on his ninth birthday, at least, and he took it to heart even if it didn't make much sense at the time. To make things better, he found out that for his birthday Damien and him'd be going to some Wonder World in a far off place, by themselves, where their uncle'd pick them up on the other end. Felix was ecstatic. Wasn't that every nine-year-old's dream?
He had a perfectly balanced world already, though, didn't he? Why would he want to change it? He was perfectly happy, and that seemed like perfection. Wasn't perfection the same as balance? After all, Damien'd tried so hard to tell him that balance was just oh-so-important. Anything important had to be a good thing...right?
He was naive, innocent. Felix hadn't a clue what he was going on about, that was for sure. So, when their plane came crashing down just like that, so did his own little world of 'perfection'. The thing swerved into a violent storm and lost a lot of control, and unable to avoid it, the plane went straight down. It had to be the most traumatic experience in Felix's life. And, so used to dancing around in his care-free side of the scale, he was anything but ready.
The event leading up to the actual crash, no matter how scary, had to be much more bearable thanks to his brother. Almost fearlessly, he was there to hug his brother tight. To tell him that they'd be fine, that this stuff happened all the time. When the safety video started playing and the seat-belt lights began to glow, he was there to tell him no-one really died from these things. That it was all to make you safe, that's all.
They were all lies.
Damien didn't care much for the multiple warnings from the safety video to always secure his safety first, nor from the eventually frantic flight attendants. He made sure, against all odds, to secure his brother's safety first -- before himself. He didn't care that he, a fifteen-year-old boy, had a higher survival rate than his nine-year-old brother -- that is, if he had properly prepared himself first.
In his rush to aid himself after Felix was completely secure, he failed to fasten his safety-equipment properly, little did he know. When the plane hit the water, their part of the plane completely split apart from the main exit. Luckily for them, the life boats were quickly set up -- just in time to save Felix's and many others lives.
But, when Damien made that leap for one of the boats and his life-jacket didn't support him when he missed, he didn't make it. In fact, he drowned, right in front of Felix's young eyes. All because he didn't weigh things properly, because he misjudged the scale. If he had helped himself first, he might of lived. If Felix hadn't been so scared, so petrified that Damien had to help him, he might of lived.
There was never any of that false hope he'd made it, for Felix. As soon as he went down, he knew he would never see Damien again. He was dead. His life was over, there was no 'disappearance' or 'separation' from his younger brother, just a straight-out death trying to help Felix. His death was both a mixture of stupidity and a heroic manner, a good example of 'perfect balance'. One brother lives, and one brother dies.
Eventually, Customs arrived, and Felix was sent off to his uncle that had initially agreed to pick him up by helicopter. That was the last time Felix ever went on anything flying, and even when his parents pleaded him to come back home to him, he refused. He wouldn't leave this place his uncle called 'Armarus' for a long time, for as long as they had to cross water to do it.
As he matured, he became more and more interested in Science and Mythology -- especially as he fantasized how both topics involved bringing the dead back to life, both with fantasy and scientific elements. Combine them, and BAM, his brother'd be back, with him. That'd be nice, wouldn't it? Even though he knew that that would never happen, that it would tip the scales, he couldn't help but study more and more of it in both school and free-time. There were things so unbelievably close to it (and almost mystifyingly real, too) that he couldn't help but wonder if maybe, one day, it'd be possible. If he tried hard enough, if he somehow found a way to keep the balance, it'd work out.
With this motive in mind, he became very knowledgeable in Biological and Chemical Sciences, and Mythology soon became a keen interest of his. When it came time to move out, however, he found himself launched head-first into the world of mercing. Being a mercenary, he'd have much more time to practice out on the field. If he began to take on assassination missions, he'd be able to further look into how death came about -- and how life could come back to those who it had escaped.
His goals all but drilled in his mind along with the image of his brother guiding him along the way, he banded with a fairly new guild, the Indigo Society...and tattooed his and his brothers sign, the Libra, the scale -- onto the side of his neck to signify a new start of finding the meaning of balance.
Appearance: ...Deal with this. I don't have time. He wears a lab coat with collarless, black shirts and dark jeans...generally...He keeps his gun tucked away inside of his lab coat along with other things, naturally.
TESS IS TOO BUSY TO DRAW CLOTHES, SO HUSH.
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Clown_Countess Vice Captain
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