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--Mordecai Jackson --

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Name: Mordecai William Jackson (Often Goes by Milo, Mordy, Will, or Jack
Age: Eighteen Years of Age
Gender: Male/Masculine
Sexual Orientation: Bi-Romantic, However Leans Towards Men
Crush: N/A (May Develop or Change When New Forms Are Made or Over Roleplay)
Kin:
Sasha Jackson (Mother//Dead)
Peter Jackson (Father//Dead)
Panya Jackson (Older Sister//Dead)
Charlotte Jackson (Younger Sister//Alive)
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Written Appearance:
At first glance, Mordecai can be either be disturbing or puppy like depending on the person who's looking at him. Dark eyes, round pupils, slightly grimacing fangs curving below the lips of the male.
He is tall, his slightly smooth muscles rolling under his skin, and flesh are pretty easy to spot despite his more lengthy appearance. Slightly broadened shoulders, tanned, caramel and nearly worn out or dry skin covers the rest of him.
His neck is rather thin before folding up to his jaw line. The jaw shape he has is rather average, a strong, locked shape, softened near the curves and rounded at the jaw line. It gives a soft, hill like softness up to his thin cupids bow and soft, rosy pink lips that are hard to see against his skin. The cupid's dimple he holds is harder to see, but leads up to his slightly square nose. Brought down at more of an arch from his forehead, his nose is actually slightly smaller.
His eyes are next, and perhaps the most 'eye' catching part of him (Haha, see what I did there?). The rounded orbs are nearly child like and rounded at the tops, ending at a soft, smooth cure by the ends. Instead of the usual milky white of someone's normal optic, this has seemed to have been replaced with an inky, dark black. The covering over the orbs can be slightly terrifying, but atop them is something nearly more disturbing. Where his pupil, and retina coloring should be is instead replaced with a large, pastel blue hued circle. In fact, the color is nearly like a sky blue opal, shifting and changing the glance of colors depending on light or what he is currently wearing.
His hair highly contrast with nearly everything else about him. The dark, nearly dirty blond is highly against the other steaks of nearly platinum flaxen. The locks, thin, and straight as a stick, are actually quite impressively long. Draping down his neck, shoulders, and upper back. They have no current style, and is often messy or unkempt, a long, thick bundle of it often drifting across one eye for a nearly emo, or creepy effect. However, as you have most likely noticed, is his ears.
These, of course are commonly shown beneath the fine strands of hair protruding from his head, peaking out even when unwanted. They seem to nearly represent a bat, and the thin skin can nearly be seen threw, blood vessels showing their way through like a cobweb. The ends are nearly fringed, and the ends strike up like a classic elf's before flattening out and down.
The ends are long and frilled, the entire outside shell is a furry look. With a soft, fine pelage across that is colored a soft, light gray.
The rest of his build is actually rather small, longer, then stronger. His legs are lengthy, and his arms follow example. His torso is just like any really, despite it being slightly toned, it isn't nothing to gawk at.
Scars happen to be another attribute to him, as they laterally cross his body and mostly upper body. He does't seem to mind the markings, but the most noticeable one is the one in a perfect line across his shoulder. This happens to be where his 'chip' is, but we'll get to that later...
"Mark": The Deep, Blood Red Line Underneath His Face.
Personality:
To most, Mordecai is nothing more then just a sharp, lonely, happy, bored, or dangerous exhale on the back of their neck. He is mostly hidden in the background, his fingers trace the walls as he lays across his back on the ground to stare up at the sky awaiting orders. He is annoying to some, welcoming to others or a sign of danger.
His eyes are nothing as smooth, and as dumb as an excited puppy's. He appears to be to be full of boundless energy, he seems nearly as if he desires to play. The male is optimistic because of this, he is dog like, but sweet. He knows how to comfort people, how to wrap his arms around them to commiseration them, he is loyal and bonded to those who wrap their arms around him also.
He is brave, and protective, those who dare try to take a threatening step to those he cares for are advised to back up. He is nothing more then just a coiled trap, ready to spring despite his nearly non threatening appearance, his sanity wears thing.
Quinn is the only one he is allowed to listen to. He anything but stubborn, he is gullible, easily lead astray from his path. Quinn is his guidance, the family he had lost in the facility he was raised in. The male is his mentor also, and very precautionary when others get to close to him. He will bite, he will not think twice to those who dare lay their finger prints across the other's skin. At times his body rattles and shakes in panic attacks if Quinn is in no immediate danger, but about to be taken away from him. But, backs away when the other snaps at him and obeys, laying down on the floor to sleep and wait for more commands.
At times, he is rash, animal like, only able to be controlled by the one who owns him. He is scared to kill, he seems to nearly be in tears or already be sobbing when he feels warm blood splash up his hand the belongs to someone else. But, he will do it for Quinn or the one's he grew attached to.
Milo isn't the brightest. He will stare at the simplest things, be amazed by the simplest of tricks. He has not learned to read or write due to were he grew up in. He begs for people to teach him something new. He is nearly nothing more then a mere child. Some call him dumb, to others he is slow, but he is actually none, he is just naive, he is confused, he is scared. Like a kid crying for his mother when he comes home and her presence lacks and he doesn't know where she is gone to.
He is quite at times, he loud mouth is shut, he thinks for once, his mind is a dangerous maze. It is hard to find the way out. He zones out, and is very emotional. His passion is laid out across a table for others to feast on or go back and grow to receive more. He is nearly bi polar, he will be smiling then crying, then a mix of both. He happens to get hurt easily, he winces at sharp words thrown at him, he starts to whimper when others try to strike him when he listens to orders.
Yet, he knows when to be quite. He has slight separation anxiety. He claws, he attacks, he bristles when left alone. But, he can be patient, he sits, and waits. Hours pass, and he still looks towards the return of the people that care for him.
to him, no one messes up. His heart become trampled and beaten down many of times, each by a different person, but his arms still hold open, no matter how many times they mess up. He is ready to embrace those who betrayed him, love who hate him, and snuggle against the people who left their dagger in his back.
History:
Milo was born in something stranger then what some people have experienced. His parents had been taken away before he was born and to a facility. But, this wasn't one named off by the government, in fact, it was nearly a secret organization that had branched off on it's own. It tended to kidnap cursed ones and bring them back to study them, their children, and run experiments. They where planning to come up with something 'bigger' and better then a regular army. They where trying to make a pack of super human attackers that listened to every type of command.
Milo's entire family unfortunately happened to be a group composed and called 'cerebrum' which took a family and ran tests on them to work on their minds to make them obey better. Granted, their where all treated like filthy, disgraced animals. Most likely the reason for Milo's dog like attitude and canine like nicknames.
However, his family wasn't lucky enough to survive besides his younger sister and him. They where all victims to something they where testing. A microchip hooked up to sensors, and then nerves, muscles and finally, the brain. It was to control someone, to shut down their mind and give the person they wanted complete control to take order over theses beings.
Eventually however, they came through a breakthrough as they tried the same experiment on Milo. And it worked... But he would only be able to be ordered around by a singular person, no one else. It was a problem, but they tested it. To become the 'owner' of a micro chipped 'cerebrum', it would require killing the previous owner, and then feeding the person to switch the microchip back on.
Yet, they soon began to testing the same thing on Milo's remaining sister to his dismay, and soon learned on how to switch the control to multiple people. It was at this time that Milo was thrown aside, he was now nothing more then a failed experiment. Laying in the cell with the rest of the captured cursed, he continued in the cramped quarters. He continued to move, and twitch, and occasionally have the person who currently 'owned' him tease him and order him around. Though it was nothing serious.
Soon however, he began to grow hungry, he was loosing his energy, he was becoming sickly, the warm bodies and shared breathing allowed sickness to pass through quickly. But, it all soon changed.
On one faithful day, someone arrived. A man by the title of 'Quinn' managed to break in, with a much older friend and partner of the name 'Galatia'. Together, they managed to kill half of the small faculties guard at the cost of Galatia's life.
But, during the process, Quinn had managed to kill Milo's holder. It was then that the deal was sealed. As Quinn started to feed the rest of the prisoners, he eventually fed Milo, and they become bonded by the microchip. It didn't take long for the other male to realize what had happened, and eventually brought Milo back out and started to travel with him. Over time, and while it may not seem like it, the two became attached, and not just by the microchip, and Milo stays by his side, protective, and ready to follow orders.
Ability: Along with his animal like appearance, Milo has animal like powers. With higher senses more advanced then average people, he actually can track down certain animals or people if given a good whiff of their scent. However, the most prominent one of these is obviously his hearing. With his oddly shaped ears, Milo can actually pick up the smallest of sounds. He can nearly hear the vibrations in the ground. It's easy to hear someone's heart pulse and can nearly discern their muscles tensing ad the bugs themselves move. He is a wonderful tracker because of these traits, But, loud noises are extremely dangerous for him, hence the reason why he freaks out by them or someone is yelling directly towards him.
Strengths:
×Loyal
×Kind
×Forgiving
Weaknesses:
×Unpredictable
×Animal Like
×Not the Brightest Bulb in the Box
×Will Listen to Whatever Person Controls Him Says
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Average Muse: 9-10/10
Average Activity: 4-6/10
Questions?: Nope!
Suggestions?: None for now!
Other:Ky is insane! Also please inform me if you would like anything changed or adjusted! And, I had some low muse doing Milo hun, sorry!(Which is why somethings may sound a bit choppy in his form)

--Quinn Huffgaurd--

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Name:Quinn Orion Huffgaurd
Age: Twenty Three, Nearly Twenty Four Years of Age
Gender:Male//Masculine
Sexual Orientation:Pansexual
Crush: N/A (May Change During Other Forms or Roleplay)
Kin:
Galatia Huffgaurd(Adopted Father//Dead)

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Written Appearance:
Quinn is a rather odd looking person in general. Which is strange, considering he looks nearly like a mix of human and beast, making him give off an almost eerie vibe. Standing at a six foot four, he is only two inches taller then Milo, but still makes up for it with toned muscles and scared skin often hidden around loose clothing.
He is rather broad shouldered, thick necked, and despite all this, he still somehow looks nearly dainty depending on who he is compared to.
In fact, it's mostly the male's face shape that confuses most people. This is because it's almost more feminine looking. starting off with a longer shape and gently curved jaw line, it ends in a softly rounded oval like shape at the chin. His cheek bones on the side of his face are actually very defined, sitting prominent underneath his eyes. The rest of his cheeks are nearly hollow, but this isn't caused by under eating or anything else of the sort, more of just the strong bone structure on his face.
His eyes are much more easy to see however, as they have nearly the same curves as Milo's does, but end in more striking points. The eyes are fairly normal looking, composed of a nearly silver look to them, a hue that keeps it's evenness right up until his pupil where it is abruptly cut off by the umber pupils.
Following under this to the more middle of his face is his nose. slightly curved near the nostrils and then moving straight up back towards his forehead. But, this eventually leads down to his cupid's bow dimple then down his lips. Surprisingly, they actually seem to be round then straight, and actually holds a darker color compared to his face with a nearly rose, gray mix across the thin skin.
His teeth underneath this is actually quite fascinating, and like Milo, he seems to have strong fangs where his teeth should be. But truly, these are not what he was born with, but in fact filed later on his life to sharp, serrated edges.
The last part his face is his eye brows, actually a holding a darker, nearly black color instead of his normal hair. They start thicker at the nose then thin out the rest of the length. Often covering his this, his eyes, or just general face is actually his hair. The locks are actually a thick, snow white, silver mix. They are obviously, long, but he rarely keeps them down due to the fact that they often bother him.
The rest of his body matches what you would imagine, and despite actually having decently prominent muscle definition, this fact is nearly thrown off by his complexion. His skin appears to be a nearly sickly, grayish or ashy tinted against the softer, normal hues.
"Mark": When he uses his powers, his pupil's actually seem to start to become the same color of silver the rest of his eyes have.
Personality:
What would you do if you cried blood? Quinn deals with this a lot, which is often strange, but the male's expressions are usually easily defined in this odd trait.
Serious, cold, sly, rude, it's usually the first vibe people get as soon as this male starts to speak or they lay their eyes on him. Snappy, nearly lazy, and annoyed easily, Quinn is not the most popular of people, but, really the catch is he lacks reason to care that he isn't.
Commonly unmotivated, the male has a strong sense of power underneath the crevice of the cold, dark shell he has shrouded himself underneath. But it is for a reason as Galatia often stated during their travels 'strong emotions cause tears of blood.' Or, that's more or less what he said about Quinn. Due to his strange, blood bending power, any strong sense of emotion (Anger, fear, sadness, joy etc.) causes him to start crying blood. The thought makes him snappy, annoyed, he is usually rubbed the wrong way when this happens, locking himself back to have Milo keep them entertained.
But, he is smart, almost creepily so. He enjoys looking at people, studying them and nearly testing things on them to see what they will do and how they react. Most people think he's a sociopath, but he is not. Just someone who got messed up in the head for to long. So he is confused, he tries to figure out things on his own, he goes back to Milo eventually, just to hug him, for some sort of comfort, for at times, even Quinn is frightened.
The male is 'he who dances with the devil'. Ready to sell his soul if he lost a flute battle besides the fact that he doesn't even know how to play a single instrument. He laughs in the fear of death, he says he is not afraid. And he isn't. He does stupid things, he tests his limits, his witty comments and dim witted actions often making him not just toy with death, but the toy maker.
He seduces people to lay next to him, before leaving in the morning. He takes the innocent and wrings them of pureness before leaving them out to dry and become brittle and hardened. But he doesn't take joy from it. Perhaps it's the sense of power is what most think. But they would be wrong. Taught wrong doings of his adopted father, Quinn often has 'lust' confused with 'love.' He is unsure of what love truly is, it's something he is afraid of. He is afraid to experience staying with someone he can care about for two long, he is afraid they wish to leave him. All except for Milo.
Milo is the thing that keeps Quinn tied to the ground. It keeps him from skydiving without a cord. The other keeps him from choking himself with his own lies. He trusts no one at first except for the blonde that he travels with. He has a need to keep moving, he is afraid of being tied down, afraid of being let down. The two males lean against each other like broken supports, perhaps Quinn more then Milo. Without each other they might topple, or perhaps lose more of their stones or bricks. They cannot leave each other, they are bonded. Their relationship is like a father, son, or older brother, younger brother sort of relationship.
But, Quinn is protective of Milo, he will anyone over the head, kick anyone below or above the belt to protect his closest friend. But, at time, he misuses him. At times to Quinn he is nothing more then just a pet, or idiotic child. He makes Milo do things like kill, but then he cowers in guilt. He feels blood roll down his cheeks, he cares, but is not willing to show it in case they classify him as 'weak.'
But, don't be to afraid of him, he is mostly just broken, lost in a place where every time he turns back, it is a different, unrecognizable path. But, peer over the cliff of snow and thunderstorms, and you'll see the person Quinn really is. Relaxed, empathetic, and soft hearted. The three tributes that few see, but are often lucky to do so.
With the people he loves, he will stay with them, he will cry when they cry, and not be afraid to allow his tears of blood to fall around them, his emotions to finally come free.
History:
There is a reason Quinn is a little messed up in the head. Never knowing who his birth family is was one thing. Instead, he was raised by a man named Galatia. The older male was most likely where Quinn got lots of his messed up attitude from. The other male was drunk, an amusing, psychological one, but one never the less.
The other tended to pick up both men and women, stay with them for the night and then move with Quinn to travel some more. It was strange really, but the little, silver haired boy never questioned it, and when he finally did, Galatia said that was 'love'. So Quinn grew into the idea that that's all it was.
Eventually, as he started to become older, his adopted father began to train him to fight to protect himself so they could break out some of the cursed from smaller faculties and let them back out to be free. At least Galatia wasn't to messed up. Yet, as they went through to kill the guards and people in the buildings. Quinn grew some sort of blood thirstiness, and saw things that no grown man should ever see.
But, as they started to bring down smaller test areas that held cursed inside, they came across a smaller one... That was also much more dangerous. As they broke in, they weren't exactly expecting so many guards. Desperately killing as many as they could, Quinn watched as Galatia was brought down by two of them, a dagger into his gut. Quinn was upset, but he still did his job.
Once the rest fled, he started to open up the cages, bringing the trapped out. It was then that he started to feed them, seeing as most of them had been starving, besides, he had to stay longer to bury Galatia's body anyways. But, it all changed when he came across a smaller test subject. By the name of Mordecai, at that time only at the age of fifteen.
After he fed him, he noticed that whatever he ordered, the other would do, whether he wanted to or not. Quinn brought him in, and started to travel with him. They've grown ever sense, Quinn has turned into Galatia.
Ability:As you most likely read above, Quinn cries blood. But, however, he does not cry blood for no reason but just to cry blood. In fact. He bends his own blood. The 'crying' is nothing more then a self defense mechanism, when he feels to many emotions, or one really strong one, his body thinks it's in danger, and gives him blood to to bend and protect himself with. However, he can only bend it for a short amount of time, and can not create massive weapons.
Strengths:
×Smart
×Tactical
×Calm (Most of the Time)
Weaknesses:
×Annoyed Easily
×Rude
×Snappy
×Sly
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Average Muse: 9-10/10
Average Activity: 4-6/10
Questions?: N/A
Suggestions?:Nope a Doodles!
Other:

--Jaxton Doe--

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Name:Jaxton Calibat Doe (Goes by Jax)
Age: Twenty Five
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual (To the Max)
Crush:Open
Kin:
Panoramic Doe (Brother//Alive)
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Written Appearance:
The first thought most people have when they see and meet Jax is either insane manic, freak, or just plain weird. There is no exact description on this male, or at least you can't do it in only a few words. A smile, usually planted on his face, his sarcastic attitude is the most prized thing that he holds in his facial expressions, which is strange since a different tone commonly rings through his voice.
He is actually rather feminine looking, standing at a pretty average six foot, with a thinner body build that can be a little androgynous to some. He often covers this with bigger, or more padded clothes however. But, his face obviously gives it away slightly, and despite all the accessories, it doesn't hide his smooth jaw line and rounded chin that makes look more female.
His eyes are another feature to him all together however, as they are very pointed and yet square at the same time, giving them an appearance of a nearly diamond shape. The color of the optics are less strange however, composed of mostly just a match between a strange, nearly opal color to a light hazel. They seem to catch the odd strangely, as they seem to appear different colors depending mostly of what the hue that it is bouncing off of. His eye lashes are surprisingly long however also, and can make him look less threatening from time to time considering the person studying him and are nearly an inky black color unlike his hair. His eyebrows have a habit of doing this also, and despite them being very neatly trimmed, they seem unsettlingly off from his actual hair.
But, there's still the rest of his face to explain so lets move onto that. The nose he posses doesn't help his nearly non threatening appearance. Small, and rounded it gives off 'the button nose' vibe very well, with a nearly child like glance also when first seeing him. His lips and cupids bow are very thin, a light rosy pink coming through to tint his lips ever so slightly so they stand out prominently against his skin.
The rest of his... Well, accessories are quite interesting actually. And while oddly enough, he does at times seem to wear makeup, but only around the eyes however, and has multiple ear piercings, which often include long jangling ones most often or ear art, and a piercing just around his smooth cheekbone.
His hair, unlike Milo's and Quinn's is actually very thick and wavy when grown out. But, as it is currently short, it seems to have a mind of it's own and is often splayed out crazily and rarely styled. The colors are rather strange however, and the main look takes on an enduring nearly metallic blue across his scalp and locks. This, after words seems to fade to to a thinner white.
But, despite his small body frame, there always seems to be something.. Off and threatening about him besides his devil inducing smile and mischievous glint in the pit of his pupil. This is perhaps the wings at times only, sprawled across his back. But before you ask if he was born with them or anything else. No, they are not part of his powers exactly. You see, Jaxton has an odd habit of stitching old limbs or animal body parts onto himself (The discovery in why will be discovered later). This, makes him a very good person to stitch, and making his back nearly feel no pain. So yes, the wings on his back are often limp an useless unless he took them off or is using his powers with them, they are made and taxidermed to be able to become aerodynamic.
The last thing about him is perhaps the horns on his head. Spread apart to be just above the temples. No is quite sure how he was born with them, but it's perhaps the sign of the devil.
"Mark": The three scratch scar below his eye. Well, usually, it actually tends to move or shift depending on where he is shifting his powers.
Personality:
Jaxton is not a man of few words, whether it comes to trying to describe him in such a way, or just his speaking in general.
A flirt, and more or less the creepy side of it, Jax will literally hit on anyone around his age. Whether male or female, straight males, or homosexual females, he will hit on them. He often calls people 'sweetie', 'honey', or any other nickname. A slap or grab on the rear often seems to occur around the male, as if to get a good reaction from the other.
Loud, rude, yet somehow clean and sharp witted, Jax is one to be taken seriously if he wants to be taken seriously, which isn't often. With a flick of his hair and an exuberantly sarcastic smile, Jax stays out of the dirty mess of war, and instead in comfort of his own home. But, there is catch, he's willing to get his hands grimy if there is a reward for it. No matter the reward, Jax seems to be drawn to things like money, and other favors like a magnet to metal.
this, of course gives him his greedy personality trait. Outstretched hands curling up to try and hold as much as he can in them. Extroverted, yet somehow secretive, this male has a tendency to draw people in before simply spitting them back out like an unwanted piece of old gum. He is able t keep secrets, but a fair reward will get him to spill, whether it's to one side or the other.
A middle man, not willing to do something stupid without a price tag on it, he has a habit of getting places where he shouldn't be slipping into. He's a slippery devil, and is so sly he can be in a different room without a door opening. He knows his way around, and understands plenty of the consequences, but just doesn't seem to care. Crazed, slightly stupid, and like Quinn, enjoys living on the dge. He is restless, taught, his muscles bunch and burn if he stays in one place for to long. His heart beats for excitement, something new.
He can't stand staying in one place, he'll become bored, his mind will scatter everywhere, he loose even more of the small sanity he has left. He starts to shake, he becomes frightened, he is afraid of people stabbing him in the back. He is rather unwelcoming despite saying he isn't and hitting on any newcomers. He will be hired for anything, whether it be info or just a simple killing or kidnapping, there isn't anything he isn't afraid to do.
Well, except one thing. Love. Unlike someone like Quinn, he perfectly well understands what love is, but he is afraid of it. He dislikes talks of it, the one night stands he tries to spend with everybody only equals to a certain amount. But he is still scared, he dislikes the feeling of being along, the lack of someone elses skin across his own.
But, he is afraid of being chained down by someone. Burdened, trapped to where he cant be where he wishes to be anymore. He wants to be free, but yet at the same time, be with someone. He thinks there is no middle ground, he leaves someone's body heartbroken and ravaged once he goes on with his travels. He breaks the hearts of many as he passes through, he tries not to care, but it is slowly gnawing at his heart like a thousand termites through a soft Balsa wood. And if you do manage to catch his heart and keep it with you, he has forgotten about everyone else. His eyes are trained on that one soul and object. No, he does not protect it like a bloom in the winter, instead he does not shield it from the shade with his own body, but lets it grow. He lets his lover do what they like, and trusts them with everything he has. They turn into the reason his lungs move this time, and his heart pulses.
He is upset by this trait of his, but at times where he cannot ignore the feelings for a certain person, he asks them if they wish to travel. He has not had a successful relationship yet. And behind that relaxed, overly aid back and sarcastic attitude lays bunched up muscles, tightened areas and lactic acid pumping through the fiber, making it hurt.
While he does not look prepared, he is, nearly ready for every scenario. But, it comes at a price, his mind tends to be spastic, he has a harder time sleeping, a medium case of insomnia pinning his eye lids open at times through the night.
He cares not about pain, or hard ship of others. Or really, he does but denial is a strong thing for him. He is a liar, a jealous one. He makes himself sound strong, and proudful, but really he is just caught up in a tight knot at the strings holding up his arms and legs. There is no way or where to move without bringing his whole body with him. He is nothing more then a broken puppet.
History:
"Ignorant B*stard child, you'll always amount to nothing."
"Nothing huh? Well, at least I'll always be more then you."
A kick to the back of head and a punch to the face, Jax was thrown out of the house. Panoramic stands by him, formerly known as Axel. They stand in front of camp, where the cursed go to become specially trained with rather brutal fashions to become nothing more then beaten broken shells of themselves to fight.
this is where Jax's father has put him. He is known back then as Jester, a stupid name, but as he and his brother changed their names to something more fighting of their 'spunky' personalities, they walk in,one scared, the other brave. They regret each tactic.
The beatings are rough in the camp, they are whipped into straight, they are taught lessons, they know only slightly how to read and write only to do so with battle plans. They are in a boot camp with other males, they get pushed around, often times harassed. Jaxton wants to push back. Panoramic stops him.
It's been years, Jaxton seems to be suffocating within the walls of the prison like area. He yearns to be free, he decides he dislikes to kill, he owns very little. He steals, he get his dirty hands on things that belongs to to others, he wants more. He steals from his own sibling.
The others soon realize Jaxton's talents for getting into places that are hard to get into. They start to give him things for him to steal things from their superiors, he is careless at first, and gets beaten, then locked in his room. He goes back out again and does it some more for twice the offer.
He gets caught again, he is thrown out after being kicked and left for dead. Panoramic escapes and carefully nurses him back to health.
Jaxton is there again, and needs to move forward. He starts to travel, he leaves his brother, and disowns the rest of his family besides that one sibling. He changes his middle name as he did with his first a long time ago. He goes to different government faculties, he gets hired, he gets money for getting and kidnapping other cursed ones. Or vise virsa.
Eventually, he stumbles across a greater fude, and simple watches them charge at each other. He smiles, and waits, he watches the red head, he finds him amusing, but not as much as those form the government.
Ability:Jaxton has an odder power. This, is to bring inanimate objects to life. This is actually why he sews wings onto his back from time to time, not to fly like he lies about, but just for show. They seems alive, either with his body, tied to his back or seeming to have their own mind. Granted, he is only able to control one large object, or multiple smaller ones. (May edit and get into better detail later, rushed)
Strengths:
× Smart
× Willing
× Able to Get Into Odd Areas
Weaknesses:
× Rude
× A Slight Creep
× Stubborn
× Restless
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Average Muse: 9-10/10
Average Activity:4-6/10
Questions?: Nope
Suggestions?: Na da
Other:I was unable to reread this! I will soon go through and clean up and edit it.

--Mary Demetrius--

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Name: Mary Ariel Demetrius
Age: Twenty-Two, Nearly Twenty Three
Gender: Male/Masculine (But Has Actually be Known to Respond to It/They, or Even Her on Some Occasions)
Sexual Orientation: Homo-Asexual (Attracted to the Same Sex, Often for a Romantic Interest or Dating Material, However Does Not Engage in any Sexual Activities.)
Crush: N/A
Kin: N/A
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Written Appearance:
It's a good idea not to laugh when you first see this man. Yes, it is slightly amusing to see him walking around, standing at four foot eleven and a half, he happens to be either shorter or around the same height as most females. His body is lithe, with narrower shoulders, and just a smaller body shape in general. Nearly seeming to have some nearly feminine looks to him, some call him simply an androgynous male, and while Mary prefers to be called purely by male, he has responded to some other pronouns, including feminine ones as jokes.
However, it's no laughing matter, and doesn't even bother trying to make himself look bigger or more threatening, he more or less embraces it. His face shape is actually a very heavy mix between feminine and masculine traits. With a smooth, rounded chin, it seems to abruptly stop at a very nearly strong looking jaw line that contrasts heavily with the rest of him. Especially the rest of his facial features.
Round, child like eyes, they seem to end in a more rounded point like Milo's instead of someone's like Quinn's. The optics are hued an actual pretty normal dark brown hue, which doesn't seem to help give him any other threatening appearance. What really doesn't help is actually his eye lashes. The lashes are actually fairly long, and when looking at his face most people automatically think 'female' or 'child.' Don't worry, he's used to it. Moving down to a very slim, nearly button like nose, it seems to be perfectly rounded, and surprisingly, little to no scars line his face. Below this is a smooth pair of lips, rounded and shaded a slight rosy pink, barely distinguishable against his skin.
His eyebrows above this are the same color as his hair, and are very fine and thin, mostly hidden by his slightly messy bangs however.
speaking of which, the only 'truly' male thing about him is perhaps his hair cut. With a puffy, nearly over extravagant messiness, it's often plagued with knots, tangles, and blood, making it spiked and basically everywhere in it's slightly bowl cut. The hue of all of this is actually a soft shade of chocolate, but it nearly seems to be tinted with lighter hues or shades, making it appear slightly blotchy or really, anything else. His face, like said before, is fairly unblemished, despite having one thin scar directly under his left eye.
His complexion over all of this is fairly fine, with a porcelain hue, often mixed and patched up by small lacerations or tanner splotches. This covers his small, and somehow well evened build despite his unusual shortness, everything seems to fit pretty well. But, he does hardly seem to have any muscle on him, and he mostly blames this on something or another or simply says 'it would look weird!' Before just walking away.
His average clothing usually consists of very simply garments, usually things that either hide blood by being the same color, or holding a darker hue to hide it. However, he is rarely seen without the red jacket that often covers all of this. This object is actually fairly important, and underneath is actually pounds, and pounds of weapons of nearly every kind. It's a slight wonder how he moves so smoothly with all that weight attached to his torso.
"Mark": Splotches of discolored skin across his hand, finger, and wrist area. The marks are lighter then his actually skin tone, making them basically only look like a skin deformation.
Personality:
And you thought Jax was crazy. But it's actually Mary that brings this unto a whole new level.
Rarely seen out of the government building, working, laughing, and focusing on climbing onto the ladder to grow into one of the more higher ranking areas and statues. He cackles, and continues plotting of the death of his superiors, how he should step over their heads to continue making his way up the stairs to get a better ranking.
Power hungry, so much so that despite the large amount of water, he is never quenched. He could rule the world, but lust to have the galaxy in the palm of his hands. He is willing to do anything to get on top, whether by force and blood, or something of a more reasonable matter. It makes him tease with his prey, he does not give an easy death. He knows certain cuts to give pain, to pinch the nerves, but does not allow fate to be as kind enough to take his quarry from him by the sweet hands of death so easily.
This brings his testing like skills. He is eager to learn more, his hands outstretched and hands in a bowl like shape to continue drinking from the water of knowledge, despite having already drunken to much, he is moving on to cupping blood into his hands. The brain fascinates him, but, his gut, his heart, and his mind tear at him from all different angels. He follows none of them, instead, he follows purely on what he wants, the mixture of all three.
He is working on learning how to turn people insane, the unstable are turned into the dead, and even the sanest of persons can eventually fall under the large tempest of insanity by his cruel, vile words and ability to learn about others, to read them.
His experience is always used for this, he compares, contrasts, and with his brain quickly thinking, he seems to be nearly able to read someone nearly like a book. Whether it be history, personality, or who they desire, despite a few smudges in the ink, Mary has little to no bumps on the road to figuring out a person.
Unstable, his smile is nothing more then just a twisted, psychotic grimace that had stabled itself upon his face back when he couldn't cry out 'stop' and instead had to use his facial expressions to cry out his grief. This twisted look is often on his expression. It tends not to fall unless he is upset or actually thinking to the full extents of his mind, reaching out to grasp what he has not, and instead creates a dangerous, yet sometimes correct filler to fix the sentence.
His smile is what makes him laugh, and gives him his overly joyful sayings, that also happens to be extremely bloody. It is used as self defense and can be seen as nothing more when fighting. It never comes off at the mention of spilling blood or having his own neck cut. And god forbid if it does.
Mary rarely attaches, his chaotic brain does not allow him to easily. First you must win his mind, then his heart. Only one person is singled out to become the one the insane male is bonded to, whether it be by love of friendship, or romance that he has pursed. This is the only way to rid him of his joyful grin when fighting, hurt his one loved one, and face the wrath.
If he fails however, the one person in the entire world he cares for is gone, his world is gone. Once connected, he revolves around the other. And if anything happens beyond fixing, he decides that his work is no longer needed int he world.
But, Mary is afraid. His wild instincts and lust for the knowledge he will never able to receive blinds him to what truly matters. In fact, despite his craving for power, he is actually no leader, he would let the tower crumble and fall. But instead, he is actually a follower. Like Quinn, he only listens and follows the people he wants and likes to be lead by, but will branch off or have a drastic matter happen if he is displeased by the authority above him.
Yet, his mind is still scared, confused, always wanting something that he can never have. His unsuitability gives him a weak spot, as he does not fair well under circumstances of being tortured himself whether by mind or body. Like Milo, the core of his mind quivers, aching for someone to care for him, like a child. He is crying for his parents because he does not understand why god had to be cruel enough to rip them away from his hands. His blood thirstiness dragged on purely because he now has an obsession of ripping others from each other. As if to make them suffer for what he had gone through to match with their own. He simply. And purely. Alone.
This is another weakness for him however. As he often stays away from children. A dirty fighter yes, always breaking an oath that he had sworn but not intended to keep, but seems to have a problem with spilling the blood of a kids. He will sit, and stare at them, but he does not try to hurt them. He is trying to make up his own lost, and empty childhood with the ones of others.
He takes criticism for this, people scorn him for being so weak hearted, so vulnerable for something to turn into a full grown man soon enough.
His entire career has made him accustomed to most deaths, even the possibility for his own. But, unlike Quinn and Jax, he does not search for it, and instead is ready to accept it if the hand of such things holds it's own blade up to his throat.
History:
Mathew Ariel Demetrius was born in a large government facility. Alone, with his one sister, and father, the three where pushed into where they where forced to work, and fought to survive. However, something with little Mathew was always... Off in the years that passed, and it grew. Instead of facing away from the blood shed, he nearly looked excited, as if he wanted to partake in the activity, the look in his eyes continued, spreading across his body before finally. He did.
He finally watched as his remaining kin's blood got washed away. The emotions boiling down inside of him seemed to be completely evaporated at this time, breathed right out of him.
But, he eventually managed to talk one of the workers there that he was fit to actually start working with the government. He wanted to,he felt the urge to have to do such a thing. So, that's when he arrived to a youth government camp. Granted, just because it was training future government workers didn't mean it was nice to their future employees. The beatings, lessons, and other children where harsh. But, it wasn't long for the little boy to catch onto what he was supposed to do fairly quickly.
Now, he was much smaller then he already is, which obviously a problem in a place like this. This is actually where he got the nickname 'Mary.' It was actually started by one of the trainers there, when Mathew actually showed a small bit of kindness to another, younger child. So the duo was called 'Mary and his little lamb.' And it stuck. So like any normal person, he eventually changed his real name to it.
But over time, Mary was now showing troubling signs, and often got pushed around due to at this time, still being under five foot. But it turns out if you smile during the beatings people seemed to go away quicker. This most likely caused the reason why the male smiles when threatened, fighting, or anything else in between.
However, over the time, people started to become suspicious of him. due to his background of his family being captured Cursed people. They thought he was only in here to start a protest, to break free, to destroy this facility and the others. So the beatings got worse, and eventually, the smile just kinda... stuck more. so, he wasn't bothered, and the concerns grew until one worker actually decided to hurt Mary's 'little lamb' and that's when he attacked. Using the weapons often used for training, Mary managed to beat the man half to death before he was taken away.
At the execution block thirteen year old Mary stood now, about to be killed for multiple acts of treason before he simply.. Grinned. About to be executed, he just sat there and smiled, fear was not an emotion held in his face or any other expression, he looked nearly relaxed, almost as if the pleasure was his to take.
So he was saved by another. A woman who worked for the government actually took him in. Their relationship was confusing, as they where not mother and son, but nearly partners despite her saving him. They had virtually no bond despite just being basic acquaintances, and Mary's skills grew. He continued on training, and eventually, was pushed into a higher ranking area at the age of seventeen. Finally trusted in the rankings, the short male's experience grew. As did his power hungriness. The feeling of stepping over people to get where he wanted became a usual thing for him.
He kept on climbing, despite his younger age, before eventually just hitting a wall in climbing up the ranks. he was stuck in the same position for literal years. It wasn't before long he got sick of it and took matters in his own hands, and killed his superior.
At first it was believed to have come from an outside force until they realized that something was up after promoting Mary to take the now dead man's position. Mary was finally getting close to the top of the tower, and soon enough another one of the male's direct authority was 'mysteriously' murdered as well, except this time Mary didn't even seem to bother in covering up his tracks. It eventually became a serious situation, and Mary was soon transported to another government building to continue his work there.
This is where he currently resides, and sits at the position just below Oliver's, and has been for a while. And yes, while he does admire the other, he still is determined to get on top. And, don't underestimate his odd name or size, and instead just take a little precaution. Over a period of time, Mary has taken extreme interest in mental torture instead of physical, to see what one's mind can be changed. He has an engrossed lessons in studying ways to kill, and has a habit of ending his prey in gruesome, and longer stretched out ways. He has also been seen dissecting bodies and has been recorded of doing acts of cannibalism at times. But don't worry. It's all just fun and games.
Ability:Well, there had to be a good reason Mary was a good fighter despite his size. This, actually comes in with his capability. This is the ability to learn nearly any weapon at a fascinatingly quick speed, whether it be something like a gun, bow and arrow to a sword.
However, like all powers, it is brought down by something. And this happens to be the fact that he can only hold intense power and knowledge in three weapons at a time, but, they can be changed out. Not to mention that if fighting for an increasingly long time with a weapon that is not one of his current main three or even longer for one of his main tools, his hands, wrists, and lower arms tart to burn at a horrific intensity, making him unable to fight for a certain period of time.
Strengths:
×Skilled Fighter (Despite His Short Size)
×Able to Read Someone Fairly Well
×Influential
Weaknesses:
×Dirty Fighter (Not exactly sure if classified as a good or bad trait, hence the reason there is another weakness added)
×Unstable Mind
×Power Hungry
×Blood Thirsty
×Has a Hard Time Harming Children Despite His Job
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Average Muse: 9-10/10
Average Activity: 4-6/10
Questions?:
Suggestions?:
Other:And yes, he is very short, I understand that, but I figured since my tallest is six foot four, I needed to have someone four foot eleven. Yes, he also works for the government as of now.
Also thanking Ky for the power idea!

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Alright huns here's Mary coming to join the party!(Don't be fooled by his name however, he is a male). I'm not sure when I will make him come into play as of now. (Most likely when any prisoners or Oliver is freed up.)

And hello Mads! Long time no see dear.

EDIT~ Also yes huns, in case you where wondering, Mary has been checked over by Ky (Which is how he got his awesome power thanks to her ideas.) So I do look forward to start with him.

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oh, i have a question, can i pop in with my twins still in the lab? i feel i't'd be easiest :3
and fun :3

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hey are we gonna go down the Jamie tortute+capture route?

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I think once he watched the video, and gets into Cals lab, they ambush him.

Ic-

Ooc-@rayman thanks hun And no, I suppose your right, I'm slightly excited to see how it turns out overall.

Does anyone else find it strange that the government isn't made of any humans who are the ones that pose the cursed in the first place so what we have here is a little civil war?

So, I needs to know whats is happening and what isn't... Can someone help me? I know the burning is gonna go on but what about the attack on the government? And if thats going on what if Arisu were to assist in getting them in while she's on her guilt trip?

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i'm just wondering how i can hop in (no one replied to me TT^TT)

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Who's your character and what did you say?Maybe I can help

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