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[ Name ] Aiden James BlackthorneStubborn as hell: those are the few words that perfectly sum up Aiden's personality. Sure, there are others like confident and loyal and humorous, but stubborn is the one that really does him justice. From day one, Aiden has always wanted to do things for himself. If he wants something, he'll get it for himself. If he sees the need to do something, he'll be the one pursuing it. He's a very prideful person who doesn't like to take the word no for an answer, and he'll do whatever it takes to prove that he can do whatever he sets his mind to. That's why it's not a very good idea to tell him not to do something because, dammit, he'll prove you so wrong. He has a bit of a hero complex, to be honest. So if he says he can do something, you better damn well let him. Or at least have him try and stand by with a first-aid kit if he needs it. Chances are that he will.
[ psuedonyms ] Blackthorne (usually by authority figures or teachers), Goldilocks (but if you call him that, be prepared to either get your ass kicked or have an intense glaring session)
[ Age ] Eighteen years old
[ date of birth ] September 10ᵗʰ
[ place of birth ] Birmingham, England
[ ethnicity ] English
[ Gender ] One hundred percent masculine
[ sexual orientation ] Bisexual, but leaning towards girls
[ relationship status ] Let's just say that it's complicated and move on
[ Division ] Icken
[ grade ] Senior ( 12 )
[ specialty ] Daggers and knives are his thing, though he's also very good with hand to hand combat. Frankly, he doesn't really have to use a weapon at all seeing as his targets are usually right there next to him and killing someone with your bare hands is kind of rewarding, you know?
[ Appearance ][ Personality ]ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴄᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟɪʙɪs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ, ɪ·ᴍ ʜᴀʟғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ.[ face claim ] Chris Zylka[ eye color ] A fairly light blue pigmentation
[ hair color ] Golden blonde that he kind of hates
[ height ] Currently stands at a height of 6'1"
[ vocal attributes ] He's got that Birmingham accent
[ distinguishing feature(s) ] Nothing much
It's not all too terrible, though, because for the most part, Aiden really does try to do good. He's not trying to be a terrible person and use his abilities for evil (though, he might occasionally try out his seduction techniques on his partner Sadie and have some small ulterior motives... *cough*, I mean, what?). He's definitely an ambitious go-getter that strives to be the best he can. He does, however, have the tendency to emotionally pull himself out of situations to save himself from any kind of investment. He just likes to keep his job and his social life separate, you know?
When he's not busying himself with seducing his targets and snapping peoples' necks with his hands, Aiden is a pretty carefree and fun guy. There are times when his systematic outlook on life interferes with his levels of fun, but it's not too bad. He's trying to get better with picking out every single flaw in everything, but there are still moments when it's a pretty dominant part of his personality. Aiden really hates those moments, though, and he kind of wishes he'd just stop already. He's sure it doesn't make much sense -- he's got a great gift; why should he hate himself for it? -- but he can't help it. Because when you're always picking out flaws in everything, it's not hard to turn around and pick them out in yourself.
[ strengths ] Agile, strong-willed, calm, charming, natural actorAiden Blackthorne was born on September tenth to two graduated members of the Ymira Academy of the Murderous Arts, predetermining his fate from the day he first opened his eyes. There was no doubt in anyone's miind that he would be the child to carry on the family's assassin legacy. After all, he was the only kid to be born to Alicia and Thomas Blackthorne, complications with the pregnancy leading to issues with Alicia's ability to give birth. Aiden was the only child they would ever be having, but the couple was somehow okay with that. They had their little blonde boy to love; why would they need anything else? This made the first few years of Aiden's life some of the best.
[ weaknesses ] Detached, impulsive, over-confident, Saddie
[ likes ] Deserts, sweet things, interrogating, organization
[ dislikes ] Himself sometimes, chaos, being out of the loop
[ History ]
His parents, despite their occupation, were quite the caring pair, always looking out for him when they could. There were times, however, when they just couldn't put the time into taking care of their little blonde boy. Their jobs, which they were still quite involved in, required their full attention on some odd days and the two were forced to leave their child in the care of a babysitter or a close friend. Dying of old age, Thomas's mother and father weren't around for the job, and though Alicia's parents were very much alive, they never did care for their daughter's lifestyle -- nor her husband, really. They had always felt as though Thomas had roped the young brunette into following his way of life, leading them to grow a strong disliking for the man.
The cycle of care provider after care provider carried on for around four years until tragedy struck. Non one's quite sure how it happened or why, but one day, Alicia and Thomas just went missing. It was a cool morning like any other, with Aiden at home, waiting patiently for his mother and father to return -- while pestering the babysitter to no end -- but they just never did. There was a search for the two, a gigantic race to find the two past students, but there was no trace. None at all. Most assume the two were killed off in some tragic accident or purposely and skillfully disposed of in some manner. All Aiden knows is that his parents are gone.
A week after the incident, there was a discussion on what to do with the little boy that had lost everything in a day's time. Eventually, it was discovered that the only relatives actually capable of taking him in were his grandparents. In no time, he was moved in with the two. Despite the fact that they'd always hated the boy's father, the elderly couple were kind enough to Aiden, though he always sensed a bit of animosity behind their eyes. He's not sure why seeing as he hardly remembers his parents let alone what his grandparents were like back then. He just knows that there's something off in their relationship. He can see the little sparks of loathing in their eyes from time to time and the way they absolutely despise every time he calls home from the academy. They don't approve of him going, he knows, and they fought him hand and foot when he was recruited (he has his parents and his acting abilities to thank for even getting in), but he tries not to focus on it.
Other than the slightly broken home life, Aiden's doing alright at the academy. He hopes to follow in his parents' footsteps and be the best he can be. He's made a few friends in his time there, but the most notable is a young girl named Sadie. They were partners during a freshman year mission and ever since then, the two have just clicked. It's pretty amazing how great their friendship is and Aiden can really appreciate how close he's gotten to her. But she's just a partner, right? Maybe? Kind of?
[ Relationships ]
[ mother ] Alicia Blackthorne ⇢ Alive ⇢ Love: 7/10
[ father ] Thomas Blackthorne ⇢ Alive ⇢ Love: 7/10
[ brother ] Marcus Blackthorne ⇢ Alive ⇢ Love: 8/10
[ sister ] Cassia Blackthorne ⇢ Alive ⇢ Love: 9/10
[ friend ] Sadie Jane Lindbergh ⇢ Alive ⇢ Love: 10/10
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║ Full Name ║ Hollis Oliver Church
↬ Nickname: Church
║ Age ║ 18
↬ Birthday: June 19, 1996 { 06/19/96 }
↬ Place of Birth: NY, USA
║ Ethnicity ║ 1/4 Native American, 1/4 German, 1/2 Italian
║ Gender ║ Male {♂}
↬ Sexuality: Heterosexual
↬ Involvement: Single
↬ Infatuation: Currently zeroed out.
║ Division║ Ickens
↬Grade: Senior { year 12 }
║ Specialties ║
↬Weapon type: small to medium sized blades, easy to conceal and control.
║ Appearance ║
↬ Hair: Kept relatively short and nearing black in color index.
↬ Eyes: A dark brown with flakes of gold here and there.
↬ Height: 6' 0.25"
↬ Weight: 188 pounds
↬ Distinctive Marks: This mark was branded into his flesh upon the back of his left shoulder with the number four carved in the center. (view spoiler)
↬Vocal Attributes: a tent of his Italian side can shine through at times, but generally he is said to have an accent that has no true origins, a mix of so many, making it hard to determine anything of his past.
║ Personality ║
To take the life of another, one must lack some form of emotional response, yes? Well, this is what most would believe. In truth, killing does not promise a psychotic persona. There are many a reasons why someone with the largest heart could be driven to kill. However, let us not go so far as to say Hollis Church has a huge heart. That would be a lie. The boy's life tore said heart straight from his chest years ago. Sympathy and mercy are not typically things that will control his actions. If something needs to be handled, Hollis handles it, not hesitating, regardless of what it is. He has the ability to push all care aside and do what others haven't the balls to do, to say it frankly. Split decisions do not bother him, deciding the fate of another does not faze him, doing what it takes is what drives him...or so this is what he will only ever let you believe.
There is a bit of a temper to Church. He rarely shouts or throws words about, rather his form of a temper is that of possible violence. He finds no need for words with those who have pissed him off. This is not suggesting that Hollis is a "beater" of sorts--well not of women at least. He generally strays from truly hurting a woman, unless it is necessary or required. Though he does have a small safe side for women, don't be fooled into thinking yourself safe if you are a woman. He will defend himself if you dare cross him or challenge him. However, there is one thing Church can not quite pull himself to do unless it is absolutely needed, but even then...he may not be able to do it: harm a child. This is one thing Hollis stands against, unless given evidence of the kid's need to be killed beyond someone's wants.
Church rarely makes friends or branches out to others, having felt the burn of betrayal and loss too many times to say. He allows his only ties to be with the one person who has yet to let him down or leave him, the only friend he has, Nadia Mathus. Tis' this one girl that his trust resides in, no other. No one else deserves such a thing. She has helped him as much as he her, or more he believes. This girl, Hollis would give his life for without thought, as such, she posses a liability. But what is life without such things? If one has no liabilities, then why would want to even exist? Now, Church has ties and contacts that he honors, but those folks are deemed as their titles suggest: ties and contacts. Not friends. There is a difference between business and personal, and he knows it well.
As already mentioned, Church is often referred to as a darker sort of hero. Hollis knows how to keep himself in check most of the time, knowing that he must have a clear mind to ensure he not do something he may regret or worse. But it does not take a lot to push Church when he is keeping this delicate balance in place. If you disrupt him, there is a high chance you will be hurt. As far as regrets go, Hollis tries not to have any, and the ones he does notice he attempts tot let consume him, though he does learn front them. He does not let his regrets and guilt go to waste. Those things happened, so he might as well use them as learning factors.
║ Backstory ║
It was not his parents, nor was it his friends that brought Church to his path, but rather it was the meeting of a stranger. Abductions, despite how much we wish it not true, are all too common. At the age of eight, Hollis was taken and given to the hands of the Acklin Organization. This particular organization was renounced for their developments in the fields of science coinciding with weaponry and combat. To most, Acklin was a great organization, one who made breakthroughs for the United States that would help them stay ahead. But deep underneath the surface lay a heavy and dark truth, the truth to how some of their discoveries came about. A particular research involved children, and how their minds and bodies could be shaped if exposed to certain circumstances daily, what would happen if the circumstances were to change, and so forth. But the particular kind of circumstances they wished to expose them to were not of...understandable means in the eyes of most.
When put into a strenuous environment, what would happen? How about exposing them to life or death scenarios? Would a mere child adapt and meet the requirements to live? Would he or she adjust and learn how to do what it takes? How would this differ from girl to boy to girl? Could difficult skills be quickly learned if needed? The questions and experiments to answer them go onward, and Hollis was a part of these tests. The trails he was put through were unspeakable, and the things he had to do to live the same. He was one of those labeled as a "Core" subject, one to advance and surpass, while others fell. Losing one's emotions in such an ordeal would be easy. It could quickly become a fight or die response to everything, and it would have been just that for Hollis, if not for her.
A year and a half after his introduction to it all, a girl by the name of Nadia was brought in, She fit the ideal of innocence. It was that innocence that brought Hollis back, even if only a little. He took it upon himself to 'protect' and help this girl, spare her from as much of the vile as possible. But he could only do so much. Just as him, she became tarnished slowly, yet surely. However, with his help, Nadia was able to adjust, change as needed to keep from letting death take her or give up on everything. They would continuously save one another from mental and physical demise. The years advanced, and the two proved themselves as the perfect data points for the organization's experiments and research of how even the youngest can be trained to be the best. Perhaps it would one day children could be used to build the perfect solider, the research would support.
At the age of thirteen, the death of a higher-up man's daughter occurred. She, of course, was not in the same world as Hollis and Nadia, having died at the hands of an accident. A distraught father is capable of many things, somethings one of those things is the inability to let go. Nadia and his daughter had similar features, and as such, he decided to replace his daughter with a similar face than to let her truly die, leaving Hollis to 'fend for himself'. However, she would never truly abandon her only friend, the only one there for her. It was over the next year that she devised a plan to break him free along with herself, sending him cryptic messages by means that went unnoticed. The escape went smooth--in more or less words. A kid trained to kill wouldn't have much problem breaking free, killing those who got in the way. Now, must would ask how a mere child could kill grown men...simple, he was sneaky, and he was programmed to do so thanks to the very men he killed.
Upon their escape, the teens went into hiding. They were not dumb. They knew simply going to the police would not work. This corporation had it's reach, and they would be caught. So instead, they decided to just lay low for a time frame to see if the search for them would stop. They should have known better. It would not be so easy. Unable to go home, knowing they would be looked for there, the kids could only search for their families online to see if they were doing okay. As it turned out, they were doing fine, seeming to have moved onward. So, it was unsafe to go home, to go to the police, and the teens needed some way of survival. But in the back of their minds stood the desire for revenge and true safety. What better way to get this than to slowly remove those who were their key threats and take their assets as means of money? It was a perfect plan, and two fully trained killers were capable of such measures. Together, the plotted their attacks, struck their targets, and took their treasures before going into hiding. Each target took dedicated research and perfect execution, both of which the two did. Then came a man to their 'home'. A man of mystery, but one who held knowledge, more specifically, knowledge of them and their killings. He offered them a new path, one that the two could not refuse.
Over the three, going on four, years of schooling and being introduced back into society in a sense, Hollis has allowed his personality to revert into a truer state, though it is not always seen. He has further improved his skills in the art of death. Drama is not a fan of the boy's, generally staying clear of such childish things. Rather, he devotes his time to improving and trying to gain back some form of true normalcy. Around school, not many have heard much about Hollis as far as his past goes, others only knowing him by his accomplishments done at the school. He is referred to as the mysterious type for the most part, though few here and there say they have held conversations with him and even seen him laugh once or twice.
║ Weaknesses ║
✗ Hollis' lacks strong communication skills, primarily due to his nature of keeping to himself. As such, he does not allure many friends or alleys using his persona.
✗ Hollis' temper can be quite the weakness if not kept in tact.
✗ Children and women can be weak points for Hollis if not careful.
✗ Poison mixing is like a different language to him, one he doubts to ever learn.
✗ He still holds emotions within him that include mercy and sympathy that can be quite a weakness.
║ Strengths ║
✓ Trained since the age of eight, Hollis is not only good at killing, but was conditioned to survive at all costs, which usually suggested killing.
✓ Knife work and hand to hand combat are very strong points of the boy. He can also use firearms decently well, decent being the modest word.
✓ He has keen eyesight, good hearing, and an extremely high pain tolerance.
✓ He's great at making split yet calculated decisions, not having fear of the outcome of his life.
✓ Hollis can move with stealth and strike with deadly precision, making him a figure to be reckoned with.
║ Family ║
↬ | Mother: Kelly Church | Status: Alive, age 41 |
↬ | Father: James Church | Status: Alive, age 45 |
↬ | Brother: Seth Church | Status: Alive, age 15 |
↬ | Sister: Margret Church | Status: Alive, age 13 |
║ Friends ║ (open for requests (view spoiler))
↬ | Nadia Jade Mathus | Status: Alive, age 17 |
║ Enemies ║ (open for requests (view spoiler))
↬ | The Acklin Organization |
║ Other ║
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Name:Axel GarrisonAge:18
Date of Birth: 4-17-1996
Place of Birth: New York City
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship status: Single
Division: Yu
Grade: 12th
Specialty: Airborn toxins
Appearance: (view spoiler)
Eye color: Gray
Hair color: Black
Height: 6'3"
Vocal attributes: Gravelly, deep
Distinguishing features: Track marks on both arms from repeated injection sites
Personality: Thoughtful, introverted. Axel much prefers to be in his own, although he tolerates others as long as they're reasonably quiet. He often spends long periods of time simply staring off into space and thinking about only he knows what.
Axel often uses his own chemicals in a recreational capacity, only doing more damage to his mental state. If he sees an opportunity he also won't hesitate to expose unknowing bystanders to the toxins, simply to observe their effects. Like the others at the school Axel has no qualms about killing, although he does find a certain joy in causing death in the most gruesome ways possible. This fact is likely to make him very popular with certain employers.
Strengths: Psychological warfare, CQB, chemistry
Weaknesses: Ranged combat
Likes: Silence, darkness, poetry
Dislikes: Loud noise, light, confinement
History: Axel was born to a single mother in a bad neighborhood of New York City. Often left to his own devices from a young age he threw himself into study. Although he originally studied a wide range of subjects, he soon found a love for the art of chemistry. This subject he delved into whole-heartedly. He soon proved to be somewhat of a prodigy and when he eventually joined one of the many gangs in that part of the city (as was usual for people growing up there) he was quickly assigned to drug manufacturing. While he worked for the gang, he was much more interested in other aspects of the many chemicals they created.
As he mixed drugs for the gang, he was also creating and testing his own compounds. He knew what effects the compounds were supposed to have in theory, but he couldn't know for sure unless they were tested. With no volunteers available, he decided to use them on himself. The initial results were what he had expected: slightly heightened senses with visual and auditory hallucinations. What he hadn't expected was for the hallucinations to be so vivid and compelling. After only a few doses, his state of mind had been permanently altered. Over the course of his experiments, he became less social and more absorbed. And violent. He discovered how to make airborn versions of his compounds and began passing his free time by releasing them into the air in hangouts of other gangs then, while they were distracted, slipping in and killing them. He wore a gas mask over his own face to prevent himself from falling victim to the drugs as well, although his repeated tests on himself had rendered him fairly immune to their effects.
For his first field test he waited until night, approached a gang hangout, sealed all the doors, cut the power, and released his toxins into the air. The effect was immediate and, for the rival gang members, terrifying. Under the influence of the chemicals the gang members began seeing a completely different, hellish, view of the world. Moving through the darkness with an axe, wearing a gas mask over his own face, Axel had no trouble finishing off those gang members who hadn't shot each other out of fright. He left behind a gruesome scene for the police to puzzle over the following day.
Over time he lost contact with his mother, although he hardly noticed. So when he received a strange invitation in the mail, there was nothing to dissuade him from accepting.
Family: Mother (out of contact)
Other Relationships: None
Weapons: Blow gun, garotte, and two M48 tactical Kamas (view spoiler)
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↱ｄａｒｅ ｔｏ ｂｅ↰ it all came down to this〉〉〉〉 ♚ 〈〈〈〈 ＤＡＲＲＹＬ robin lancaster 〉〉〉〉 ♚ 〈〈〈〈
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ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ⇢DAR-əl/RAH-bin/LAN-kast-ər
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〉〉〉〉 ♚ 〈〈〈〈 a.k.a. ＤＡＲＥ or ＤＡＴＡ 〉〉〉〉 ♚ 〈〈〈〈
〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 twenty-three ⊱ fifth july 1991 ⊱ Beijing, China
〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 masculine ⊱ heterosexual ⊱ forever single
〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 booth ⊱ twelfth grade, senior ⊱ sniping
↳ you want to know why? ↲
↳ａｎｄｒｅｗ ｇａｒｆｉｅｌｄ↲ charm's contagious〉〉〉〉〉〉 dark brunette ⊱ dark brown ⊱ fair
〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 lean, slightly muscular ⊱ 6'3 ft ⊱ 178 lbs
〉〉〉〉〉 the number "6113" printed in black on the left side
〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 of his neck ⊱ right arm ⊱ baritone
it's a disease, it's a drug - you can't get enough ↴
↳ Darryl isn't as attractive as some of the men his age, being only slightly muscular and a failure in physical combat. His sloppy fashion sense and nerd-like looks don't help either. Most of the time, he just looks like a busy, sleep-deprived man who doesn't want anything to do with your business - he already has a shitload of his own. Rarely does he wear a smile - or even a ghost of it - on his face, and when he does, he's either drunk, high on drugs or has just drank his own blood. His addiction to alcohol and drugs - and self-harm, but he doesn't get to that often - has been taking a toll on his appearance ever since a long time ago. The results? Darryl wearing the same shirt for four days straight, ruffled hair, and dirty, worn-out shoes. You can easily tell when he's completely sober -which is not really often, he drinks alcohol like it's water - judging from the things he brings. A bag full of unorganised gizmo, notebooks and a laptop for when he's sober and random unexpected stuff when he's drunk - if you hear a story about him running nude around the dormitories when drunk, there's a high chance that's true. Darryl's voice and tone hardly changes, however, between sober and drunk. He's capable of speaking seriously and with his ordinary slang when drunk, thus making it hard to tell his state through a telephone call.
↱ｎａｒｃｉｓｓｉｓｔ↰ of course I love myself↱ but I don't really like you
↳ It's true, Darryl has a huge ego. He practically swells with content at every compliment sent his way. But it's surprisingly not so fragile, almost as durable as he is. He can tolerate sitting through countless of stories of the incredibly stupid things he does when he's drunk. People tend to use his self-destructive obsessions against him, like his alcohol, drug and gambling addiction. But mostly the first two - since he uses his wit enough to win most of his games. But even if you lock him up in rehabilitation for years, he will never get over his need for alcohol and drugs, or any easy way out of reality. It's the permanent effect of his parents' treatment towards him during his childhood. He can't handle anxiety and stress, which always come crashing down on him whenever he has to deal with emotions or anything involving his past.
Because of his parents' treatment as a child, Darryl grew up to be cynical. He doesn't believe that anybody would do anything which doesn't reward them in any way. It's a waste of time and effort, to do something and get nothing in return. So he doesn't trust people easily and always does things on his own, unless he figures out and is completely sure of what you want and how to manipulate you to get what he wants and keep himself safe. He also grew up to be a masochist. Sure, he thinks highly of himself. He's certain he's an awesome guy, despite being a constant drunkard. But he derives pleasure from hurting himself, both emotionally and physically. Which almost fully explains his tolerance for insults and pain.
But being a masochist doesn't mean he isn't sadistic as well. He isn't capable of ripping somebody into ribbons, that's for sure, but Darryl is able to twist minds and intentions, driving people into doing things they'll really regret afterwards. His manipulative personality comes with his ability to lie flawlessly, without giving anything away unless intentionally or after the whole ordeal when his battle is already won. Years of practice has resulted in him being perfectly calm while strangling somebody with their own hands. He doesn't feel pressured while carrying out his plans and hardly feels nervous holding a gun and about to pull the trigger.
traits 〉〉〉〉〉 sarcastic ⊱ cynical ⊱ egoistic ⊱ mendacious
〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 ⊱ masochistic
likes 〉〉〉〉〉 alcohol ⊱ drugs ⊱ gambling ⊱ politics ⊱ pain
dislikes 〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 isolation ⊱ prison ⊱ family relationships
〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 ⊱ doing homework
strengths 〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 hacking ⊱ sniping ⊱ motorcycling
〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 ⊱ durability
weaknesses 〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 physical combat ⊱ socializing
〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 ⊱ anxiety, pressure and distress ⊱ insecurity
↳ａｂａｎｄｏｎｍｅｎｔ↲ look at me in the eye↱ are you happy? ↰
Born Oliver Winchester, Darryl was supposed to have a fortunate life. But it didn't turn out that way. His parents never wanted him. They were even going to abort him if it hadn't been in his grandmother's dying wish to spare his life. It was the only thing she asked for. So Darryl was born. A week after, he was flown back to America. He got to live as Oliver Winchester for only a week, and nobody even knew he existed besides his two parents and his older brother. He was raised in secret, without a single moment of direct contact with the outside world. Even then, he was constantly used as a punching bag to vent out all your anger upon. Whenever he cried or protested, he was punished brutally.
It was only until he was four when his parents finally recognised his gift. He had a quick mind which devoured and processed information at the speed of light. He could memorise tiny details and even distinct sounds to judge his surroundings without using his sense of sight. It was something he got from his mother, who was a manager in the Acklin Organisation, known for her ruthless hunger for information. It was only then that Chen Li Wen found her younger son of use to her. She decided to teach him skills which would assist the Acklin Organisation later on. When he was old enough, she would just introduce him as a student of hers.
But Simon Winchester didn't like the idea. He wasn't fond of any of Li Wen's ideas. To be honest, their marriage was forced. So five years after Li Wen took Darryl in as a student, Darryl put his skills to use. Relying on his resources, which included lying to his older brother, Isaac, countless of times, he sparked a war between his parents and it didn't even take a day for them to get divorced. When they did, Li Wen was given the custody of Isaac, and it was settled between her and Simon that she would take Darryl with her too. Until Isaac realised what was really going on and tattled on Darryl, which got him kicked off the plane and driven back to Simon Winchester's. Simon, who didn't want anything to do with the child he never intended to have, weaved a plain lie and sent him to an orphanage. Bribing anybody who suspected anything.
Ruining his parents' marriage and using Isaac like a toy didn't give Darryl any satisfaction. He still wasn't being cared about. Nobody wanted to be related to him. And the only reason he was fed and given a place to stay by his mother was that she had use for him. Not that she really cared. So Darryl, craving for somebody to care, lied his way around in school. He told his classmates he was sick, he wasn't born right and a lot of things. Until one day he said he'd gone through surgery. In a class of ten-year-olds, it attracted a lot of attention. But one boy asked to see the scar. Darryl had may scars of course, but none of which were big enough to pass off as something you got after surgery. So that night, he stole a pair of scissors from a caretaker and made a scar. It was the most painful thing, second to when his father got drunk and smashed a wine bottle on him. But somehow it felt so good, because he knew the next day, people would worry about him.
They did. But it died out after a few months. Twenty-two cards for the long jagged scar across his waist. Then that was it. He was forgotten again. So he tried something bigger. He threw himself off the third floor of his school. That sent him to a year of rehabilitation. He got out after that and then dedicated his life to a whole new thing. Hacking, swindling and harassing. For three years, he cheated men, women and children of money and other kinds of valuable possessions. Occasionally, he even harassed some authorities to get something done the way he wanted. And none of that ever traced back to him.
Until one day he received an anonymous e-mail, which said: "Caught you." Minutes after, his entire apartment was raided and he was brought to jail. Apparently, the authorities received an anonymous e-mail, revealing that the crimes involving hacking over the past three years in their city were mostly related to him. Thus, he was sentenced to five to seven years of jail. But on his third year of meaninglessly drifting about, building castles in the air, the prisoners staged an attack and successfully broke out. He helped to hack into the systems and find the codes and passwords for most of the locks - the others were just brutally smashed and got out of the way. But most of the credit went to their leader, who never told anybody his name and vanished the second they broke out.
Darryl then faked another identity and got himself into school again, picking up where he left off at thirteen. He never stopped his hacking and minor terrorism. And in addition, he had the growing habit of drinking alcohol and swallowing drugs to deal with his imaginary friends who drifted about, whispering in his ears about the anonymous tipper. It had to be Li Wen, or Isaac if he learned how to hack. Spending three years among a bunch of crazy good-for-nothings had driven him slightly cuckoo as well.
Six years passed by rather peacefully, Darryl managed to get himself a handful of guns, a plentiful supply of drugs and alcohol, and a reputation. Until he was caught again by the police, who were tipped by yet another anonymous message. This time, Darryl was handed to the Acklin Organization, who tried to hire him but when he refused decided to torture him and hold him in isolation till he went mad. But their plan was cut short when the mysterious character came back and broke Darryl out. He told Darryl about Ymira Academy through a thick mask, and even showed him his letter of invitation - which he didn't get to read in isolation. And then, in that moment, it was decided.
〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 Simon Winchester ⊱ fifty
〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 Chen Li Wen ⊱ forty-eight
〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉〉 Isaac Chen ⊱ twenty-five
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[ Name ] Benjamin HillWhen looking at Ben, it's pretty easy to say that what you see is what you get. From the looks of it, he's a pretty open kid; he's talkative and friendly and if you ever need someone to pick you up, you can pretty much always count on Ben being there. He's a little too outgoing for his own good. Often times, this can lead to him being a little bit... well, unruly. See, Ben has this thing where he absolutely despises authority. Granted, he's not so bad as to where he would outright go against someone that was trying to help him out, but he does have the tendency not to really care for many authority figures. His motto has always been that respect is earned; it's not just given, and he'll use that to fend his values in any way possible. He's definitely a bit of a troublemaker, that's for sure.
[ Nickname(s) ] "Just call me Ben."
[ Age ] Eighteen years old
[ Date of birth ] August seventh
[ Place of birth ] Manhattan, New York
[ Ethnicity ] English, Irish, Russian, German
[ Gender ] One hundred percent masculine
[ Sexual orientation ] Closeted homosexual
[ Relationship status ] Single
[ Appearance ][ Division ] Boothʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʟʏ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ·s ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏ sᴜʀᴇ ᴀs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ.[ Face Claim ] Cody Christian[ Eye Color ] A dark green resembling that of a pine tree's needles
[ Hair Color ] A light brown shade that he inherited from his mother
[ Height ] Ben stands at about six foot one and weighs 146 pounds
[ Vocal Attributes ] His voice is in the tenor range; New York accent
[ Distinctive Markings ] A few scattered scars from various missions
[ Grade ] Senior ( 12 )
[ Specialty ] Ben is most skilled with closer range firearms, such as pistols and the like. Long range are good for him as well, but he prefers the former. Really, though, he just thinks he looks cool holding a pistol. Go figure.
[ Personality ]"The sign says, 'Head Shots', and it's all that I can see."
But besides that, Ben is genuinely a caring guy. He always has a smile on his face; he always tries his hardest to do the right thing -- even if he slips up a few times; and he's what anyone could describe as brave. If you didn't know about the little fibs he tells, you'd almost believe that he hasn't a single ounce of fear in his body. It's one of his shining traits, to be honest. On missions, he's always the one to step up and take the risks, and just in general, he tries to make himself seem as confident as possible. Is he really that audacious? Not exactly, but what people don't know won't hurt them, right? As long as he keeps those secrets of his, Ben's certain that he can survive. Well, hopefully at least.
[ Strengths ] Outgoing, positive, talkative, brave, good with most gunsIt's hard being the eldest son of a pair of assassins. There's probably no one in the world that knows this better than Benjamin Hill. Born to Teresa and Alexander Hill, Ben's life has been rocky from the very start, full of guns and bullets and knives and everything in between. There's never been a moment of his life when things have been particularly easy, as every second has seemed filled with new scenarios and expectations. A walk through the living room results in having numerous questions about guns fired off one after the other, as though it were a test. To be honest, Ben's kind of surprised no real bullets have ever been fired at him by his folks instead. With how high their expectations are, he wouldn't be surprised if they ever tried to bring him to the next training level with that kind of tactic.
[ Weaknesses ] Secretive, reckless, audacious, manipulable, unruly
[ Likes ] Sleeping, social situations, video games, ammunition, eating
[ Dislikes ] Complete silence, rudeness, sadness, being left alone
[ History ]
Luckily -- or unluckily, depending on how you look at it -- Ben hasn't found himself in his parent's house for a long while. At least, not permanently. Ever since he turned the right age, he's been enrolled at Ymira, training to become the very best marksman that he can be. The only times he ever really goes home anymore is over the breaks they have, and those aren't happen all too often. Seems like training to take lives is a lot more important that going home for spring break. Ben is kind of glad, too. Constantly having to be on his toes is a lot more trouble than it's worth.
Though, to be honest, that's not the only reason that Ben's keeping his distance from his folks. There's another little secret that he's harboring, but it's a bit larger than just his family. In fact, it's a secret he's been keeping from every single person that he's ever met. That's right: Ben has never told anyone that he's not exactly... straight. He's never told his mother; never told his father; and though he's extremely close to her, he's even kept the secret from his little sister, Taylor. Actually, come to think of it, Ben has a hard time admitting it to himself, and he'll often hide it as much as possible. If he has to make comments about a girl being attractive, so be it. Hell, he's already engaged in sexual activities with one, so just making sideremarks is no problem. He'd just like to never let this come to light. Because the thought of ever being rejected because of that? It's just not something he thinks he can handle.
[ Relationships ]
Mother: Teresa Hill ⇢ Alive ⇢ Love: 7/10 ⇢ (view spoiler)
Father: Alexander Hill ⇢ Alive ⇢ Love: 7/10 ⇢ (view spoiler)
Sister: Taylor Hill ⇢ Alive ⇢ Love: 9/10 ⇢ (view spoiler)
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Name: Jasper Slater~Nicknames: Slayer
Gender: Male
~Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Division: Ickens
~Grade: 12 (Senior)
~Specialty: Dual-Wielding and One-Cut Kills
Age: 19
Origin: Orphan
Appearance:
~Height: 5' 11"
~Weight: 174 lbs
~Build: Moderate
~Hair: Brown, medium length
~Eyes: Grey
~Voice: Smooth low voice
Clothing: Jasper is quite fond of black hooded cloaks, maybe even excessively so. The only times that he's not wearing one are when he's required to dress a certain way, or when he's stalking his next victim and needs to fit in. He also has a strong dislike for shoes, and he's almost always wearing foot wraps instead (likely to keep quieter).
Personality: Jasper is fairly easy to get along with. He has an incredibly dark sense of humor, and is quite sarcastic. He plans for the long term, and is good at getting what he wants. While he is asexual, he does have an attraction to girls, but would never let lust or love get in the way of his plans. Jasper tends to be quiet or sometimes altogether silent, and usually only talks to gather information, get on someone's good side, or whisper into the ears of his dying victims. "Can you feel the Darkness setting in? Can you feel yourself falling into the Void of Night?" Jasper is a strategic genius, and knows how to manipulate people. Has he ever thought about being something other than an assassin? Never once. This is what Jasper is, loves, and does the best.
~Strengths: Jasper is handy with almost any kind of blade, but is especially adept when duel-wielding any combination of short swords and daggers. Jasper's most deadly technique comes into play when he is behind his target. He will insert his personal dagger where the spinal column meets the skull, and silently lower the lifeless body to the ground, sometimes whispering in the ear of the person as he does so. Jasper is able to move smoothly and silently on almost all types of ground as long as he moves slowly enough that he always has one foot on the ground. Jasper is also surprisingly strong.
~Weaknesses: Jasper can wield two-handed weapons effectively only for defense. He is good at keeping his enemy at a distance with them and deflecting their blows, but never truly learned the offensive technique for them. While Jasper is strong, he has little endurance. He can run fast, jump high, and hit hard, but only for so long. If he was ever to be in a battle for more than thirty minutes, he would surely attempt to flee, or die fighting.
~Likes: Jasper is almost always training with his preferred weapons, for he has a great love for perfection. Darkness has always held a special place in Jasper's heart, and he feels safest and most confident when he is enveloped by it. One of his favorite pastimes is nighttime walks, when he can clear his head of all distractions and just dwell in the darkness. Jasper has occasionally been known to enjoy a game of chess when he isn't busy doing anything else. Jasper's real passion, however, is that of taking the life of others.
~Dislikes: Jasper abhors anything that gets in his way. So much, in fact, that he will occasionally go out of his way to eliminate anything that could possibly get in his way at a later time. Jasper has always disliked the division between the different types of assassination, as he considers assassination an art form, and a way of life, in which all forms of it are related just as siblings are. Jasper has even admitted that bows and fatal poisons are things of beauty, just as a blade is.
History: Jasper had heard the rumors about a school for assassins, but had dismissed them as falsehoods until the year of his 17th birthday. He had been shadowing some jerk from his neighborhood to relieve him of his life when he got his target cornered in the his own car. This is where the school comes in. A pair of students from the school had been given a mission to kill the same guy, who allegedly got away with murder years ago. The students, who had also been shadowing the man, watched as their target got in his car, and another man, who they would learn to be Jasper, got out. After observing that their target had gained a blade where his spine met his skull, they tracked down Jasper and offered to take him to the school. He, realizing that these two trained assassins knew that he had killed, was left with a choice to either attempt to kill them, or join this school. Curiosity got the better of him (that, and he valued his life), and he accepted. He's been training hard ever since.
Beyond that, Jasper has never revealed his past, and any information regarding it must be learned in-game. However, there is one thing that Jasper has always had and carried around. . .
Malestrazza wrote: "Name: Jasper Slater~Nicknames: Slayer
Gender: Male
~Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Division: Ickens
~Grade: 12 (Senior)
~Specialty: Dual-Wielding and One-Cut Kills
Age: 19
Origin: Orphan
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